Yuu watched from Captain Hughes office as Evan's lawyers entered the bull pin on their way to his interrogation room. Pushing off the door frame, Yuu approached the two and raised her eyebrows. Wordlessly she slowed down long enough to get their attention and proceeded down the hallway to the rooms. Yuu opened the door without knocking and walked in, the male and female behind her.
She looked at Evans for a moment as he tapped his fingers on the metal table. Yuu reached out and scooped up the picture in question, making sure that his visitors saw the photo before tucking it underneath her arm and exiting. With a rather bland look at Evans, she put her hand on the door knob and closed the door slowly.
Persons of interest - (private)
'Person of interest is a phrase used by law enforcement when announcing the name of someone involved in a criminal investigation who has not yet been arrested or formally accused of a crime. This can sometimes result in a trial by media.'
Yuu read allowed from a recent article regarding the Babylon murder. The Nachton Times, courtesy of one Kyle Evans, had the good graces to list almost all the patrons seen there and Club Eternity towards midnight. The early morning had been pierced by the blue and red flashing lights, yellow 'crime scene' tape replaced the decorative streamers. In an unfortunate celebration to skin and sex - one Lucy Lane was found in the alleyway next to Babylon, her throat cut from ear to ear. Things had quieted down a little in the past couple of weeks, save for a few disruptions that led to whispers of self imposed diplomatic immunity from a Russian fellow flying in from South Africa with a well known Nachton CEO in tow and full of bullets. Yuu, however, was told to keep away from that case and her short stay in Nachton had caused her to learn that sometimes, taking advice is better for your health.
Throwing the newspaper on the square, metal interrogation table, she gave the Detective who had caught the murder, one Jacob Misewics, a curt nod. Detective Misewics opened the door and called out to another officer who brought in their first 'Person of Interest'.
'It's,' Yuu checked her folder, 'Aishe Nevrat, is it?'
Yuu
17 years ago
Kyle Evans
17 years ago
'Meh.'
Kyle gave the ADA an annoyed look as she purposely showed Nova, and who he assumed was, his lawyer. As the door closed softly, Kyle stood up, straightening his shirt.
With a slow blink, 'Can we go? I sorta want to wash this blood off me.'
Kyle gave the ADA an annoyed look as she purposely showed Nova, and who he assumed was, his lawyer. As the door closed softly, Kyle stood up, straightening his shirt.
With a slow blink, 'Can we go? I sorta want to wash this blood off me.'
Nova
17 years ago
Kyle looked a mess. That probably wasn’t the most tactful thing to fly through Nova’s head, but she’d never been much for delicacy and it wasn’t like she was wrong anyway. He looked like he had been through an ordeal, which he had.
Her eyes widened a little at the photo and both eyebrows went up. So Ellis was behind whatever mess Kyle had gotten himself into now. Why was that not surprising? Worried, she resisted the urge to climb up his tall frame and wrap her legs around him like a portable human shield and instead nodded in response to his question.
“I think so…er…” Wow, she sucked at being a lawyer. She looked to the real lawyer, who calmly told Kyle that since he wasn’t being charged with anything he was indeed free to go. Now if the DA’s office wished to ask Evans further questions they would have to go through him – he would arrange the details.
She blew out the breath she was holding, knowing it wouldn’t help Evans if she said a few choice words about police brutality and motherfucking powertripping prosecutors, and pushed open the door.
“Yeah. Let’s get you home.”
Her eyes widened a little at the photo and both eyebrows went up. So Ellis was behind whatever mess Kyle had gotten himself into now. Why was that not surprising? Worried, she resisted the urge to climb up his tall frame and wrap her legs around him like a portable human shield and instead nodded in response to his question.
“I think so…er…” Wow, she sucked at being a lawyer. She looked to the real lawyer, who calmly told Kyle that since he wasn’t being charged with anything he was indeed free to go. Now if the DA’s office wished to ask Evans further questions they would have to go through him – he would arrange the details.
She blew out the breath she was holding, knowing it wouldn’t help Evans if she said a few choice words about police brutality and motherfucking powertripping prosecutors, and pushed open the door.
“Yeah. Let’s get you home.”
Kyle Evans
17 years ago
Kyle opened the door and ushered Nova out. Before closing the door, he pointed at the lawyer and grumbled. 'You...sue someone for me.'
Closing the door he took Nova by hand and started to walk quickly down the hallway, back through the bull pen, out of the Major Crimes division. On the way he shot the young ADA a dirty look and then whispered to Nova.
'I don't have to ask if you managed to see that picture on the table. Wanna explain just what in the hell is what's her name doing eating people and leaving me to take the blame? I thought your golden boy killed her? What the fuck, seriously?'
Kyle was beyond nervous, but he wasn't sure if it was because he could potentially be blamed for a double, if not triple murder or that the woman they called Ellis was alive. Thinking back to that Thanksgiving holiday raid on Hillman's warehouse was enough to unsettle him even further. He had watched her tear grown men with big guns apart and splatter him with enough blood to ruin a perfectly good outfit - well, except for the gunshot holes in his turtleneck. What the hell was going on?
He was not having a good day.
Closing the door he took Nova by hand and started to walk quickly down the hallway, back through the bull pen, out of the Major Crimes division. On the way he shot the young ADA a dirty look and then whispered to Nova.
'I don't have to ask if you managed to see that picture on the table. Wanna explain just what in the hell is what's her name doing eating people and leaving me to take the blame? I thought your golden boy killed her? What the fuck, seriously?'
Kyle was beyond nervous, but he wasn't sure if it was because he could potentially be blamed for a double, if not triple murder or that the woman they called Ellis was alive. Thinking back to that Thanksgiving holiday raid on Hillman's warehouse was enough to unsettle him even further. He had watched her tear grown men with big guns apart and splatter him with enough blood to ruin a perfectly good outfit - well, except for the gunshot holes in his turtleneck. What the hell was going on?
He was not having a good day.
Nova
17 years ago
The lawyer seemed content to do as asked and find someone to sue, which was fine by Nova. Kyle’s civil rights had probably been violated one way or another, though she couldn’t have said how. The point was that the man was always keeping them down.
They made their way hastily through the hallways, though Nova was inclined to agree with Kyle’s hurry – she didn’t want to be here any more than he did. She frowned at his furious whispering, not sure how much she could reveal, but considering he’d seen Ellis with his own two eyes it wasn’t as though she could bullshit him otherwise.
“Don’t call him that,” she said, reflexively and without any real venom. She was fairly used to Evan’s attitude toward her creator but still felt the need to voice her disapproval. “And yeah, believe me I had a double-you tee eff moment there too…but she’s back. And I don’t know what she’s got against you, but…” She trailed off, considering. “…maybe it’s not a grudge at all. She could have easily killed you but she didn’t.”
Her cheek twitched a little at the thought of Evans getting killed and she turned her attention to calling for a cab rather than contemplating that possibility any more. Scrolling for the number as they walked, she wrapped her hand around Kyle’s arm in lieu of watching where she was going.
“I don’t think there’s any way you’re going to end up taking the blame for anything. That lawyer guy will get you free and clear and if that doesn’t work…we have some influence.”
That wouldn’t change the blood on his clothes or wipe away what he had seen. Feeling useless, she found the number and dialed, as she really didn’t know what to say.
They made their way hastily through the hallways, though Nova was inclined to agree with Kyle’s hurry – she didn’t want to be here any more than he did. She frowned at his furious whispering, not sure how much she could reveal, but considering he’d seen Ellis with his own two eyes it wasn’t as though she could bullshit him otherwise.
“Don’t call him that,” she said, reflexively and without any real venom. She was fairly used to Evan’s attitude toward her creator but still felt the need to voice her disapproval. “And yeah, believe me I had a double-you tee eff moment there too…but she’s back. And I don’t know what she’s got against you, but…” She trailed off, considering. “…maybe it’s not a grudge at all. She could have easily killed you but she didn’t.”
Her cheek twitched a little at the thought of Evans getting killed and she turned her attention to calling for a cab rather than contemplating that possibility any more. Scrolling for the number as they walked, she wrapped her hand around Kyle’s arm in lieu of watching where she was going.
“I don’t think there’s any way you’re going to end up taking the blame for anything. That lawyer guy will get you free and clear and if that doesn’t work…we have some influence.”
That wouldn’t change the blood on his clothes or wipe away what he had seen. Feeling useless, she found the number and dialed, as she really didn’t know what to say.
Kyle Evans
17 years ago
'Does influence mean you'll eat someone because I really don't want to know about it if that's what it means. Really. Not a turn on at all.'
Kyle grimaced as he waited for Nova to make her call. He reached up and rubbed the stubble on his face and sighed just as his watch went off. Automatically, like Pavlov's dog, he reached into his breast pocket and dug out his bottle of happy pills.
'When can I stop taking these, by the way? It's been like a year, right?' It had been over a year and he took his pills diligently - at least Duibine Industries kept refilling the prescription so he kept taking them. He popped two pills and tucked them back into his pocket. He probably didn't need them anymore, but he was too afraid to stop taking them. If he was addicted, he was grossly disappointed by the nonexistent uber euphoria that most illegal drugs gave you. Kyle would almost rather be chewing on a chiclet to be honest.
None to patiently, Kyle tapped his foot as Nova made her call.
Kyle grimaced as he waited for Nova to make her call. He reached up and rubbed the stubble on his face and sighed just as his watch went off. Automatically, like Pavlov's dog, he reached into his breast pocket and dug out his bottle of happy pills.
'When can I stop taking these, by the way? It's been like a year, right?' It had been over a year and he took his pills diligently - at least Duibine Industries kept refilling the prescription so he kept taking them. He popped two pills and tucked them back into his pocket. He probably didn't need them anymore, but he was too afraid to stop taking them. If he was addicted, he was grossly disappointed by the nonexistent uber euphoria that most illegal drugs gave you. Kyle would almost rather be chewing on a chiclet to be honest.
None to patiently, Kyle tapped his foot as Nova made her call.
Nova
17 years ago
Nova frowned and answered Kyle’s question a bit shortly while the phone rang.
“Finish the bottle and you’re done.”
The receptionist answered the phone on ‘done’, and Nova went about getting a cab to come to the courthouse and get them. Once she hung up the phone and clipped it back onto her belt loop, she turned back to Evans, pulling out the elastic that held her hair back and retying it as she spoke.
“Er, hopefully, I should say. You’ve been tapered off pretty slowly – what you’re taking now is a very low dose – but if you have any kind of problems with cravings we can put you back on the starbursts. Just, you know…let someone know if you’re having problems.”
By this point they were outside, waiting. Nova explained, with a trace of annoyance, why they had to get a cab.
“Sorry. My car’s in the shop. It got…dented.” Deciding Evans probably didn’t want any more details, she concluded with a shrug. “So where’s yours? We can pick it up or just say fuck it and get you to a shower – up to you. Should only take about ten minutes for the cab to show up.”
She probably would want her car back before she got washed up, but he might have different priorities.
“Finish the bottle and you’re done.”
The receptionist answered the phone on ‘done’, and Nova went about getting a cab to come to the courthouse and get them. Once she hung up the phone and clipped it back onto her belt loop, she turned back to Evans, pulling out the elastic that held her hair back and retying it as she spoke.
“Er, hopefully, I should say. You’ve been tapered off pretty slowly – what you’re taking now is a very low dose – but if you have any kind of problems with cravings we can put you back on the starbursts. Just, you know…let someone know if you’re having problems.”
By this point they were outside, waiting. Nova explained, with a trace of annoyance, why they had to get a cab.
“Sorry. My car’s in the shop. It got…dented.” Deciding Evans probably didn’t want any more details, she concluded with a shrug. “So where’s yours? We can pick it up or just say fuck it and get you to a shower – up to you. Should only take about ten minutes for the cab to show up.”
She probably would want her car back before she got washed up, but he might have different priorities.
Kyle Evans
17 years ago
Kyle snorted at Nova's question. 'A car? I'm a recovering alcoholic, babe. I haven't driven a car in years. You should've told me you were calling a cab, I'd have called with my direct line.'
If anyone would be proud of being such a ridiculous drunk that he had a dedicated line to a taxi service, it would be Kyle Evans.
He flashed her a proud smile just as their chariot approached. 'I think I'd like to take a shower and I'd like to take it above ground, not half a friggin mile in the dirt.' Then without warning he grabbed Nova and heaved her over his shoulder like a proud caveman. He not so delicately deposited her into the back of the cab and then pounded his chest.
'Me 'Person of Interest', you 'girlfriend who bails me out'!' Jumping into the cab, Kyle shoved Nova over to make room for his legs and he shut the cab door thus concluding a very long and very eventful night of strippers, murder, vampires and dry cleaning bills.
(ooc Nova and Kyle out))
If anyone would be proud of being such a ridiculous drunk that he had a dedicated line to a taxi service, it would be Kyle Evans.
He flashed her a proud smile just as their chariot approached. 'I think I'd like to take a shower and I'd like to take it above ground, not half a friggin mile in the dirt.' Then without warning he grabbed Nova and heaved her over his shoulder like a proud caveman. He not so delicately deposited her into the back of the cab and then pounded his chest.
'Me 'Person of Interest', you 'girlfriend who bails me out'!' Jumping into the cab, Kyle shoved Nova over to make room for his legs and he shut the cab door thus concluding a very long and very eventful night of strippers, murder, vampires and dry cleaning bills.
(ooc Nova and Kyle out))