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Decisions, decisions. Right now I can't decide
whether I want to take my partner to a bar and order
him to spill (his guts, not his drink) or take him
into an empty IR and shoot him.
Too bad I can't really do either. But I can dream,
can't I?
I don't think we've had a crappier time working
together since the first few months after he
transferred to the 27. We normally get along pretty
good. We can disagree, but he hasn't pissed me off
this much since that case in our first year when I
threw something at him.
Now, I've been partnered with some of the most
hotheaded young punks in the NYPD and I usually just
blow off steam with a couple of sarcastic remarks and
keep things professional. But with our partnership,
it's good not just because of me, it's also because of
Ed. Ed's rep for a violent temper- that's only with
suspects and other lowlifes. With coworkers, he's a
really decent guy. Even that one blow-up we had, way
back- that was mostly my fault. I was pissed off at
myself, way too sensitive, and Ed just couldn't seem
to say or do anything right.
Well, this time it's not me. I'm just fine. It's
this... Detective "Racial Sensitivity" who's replaced
my laid-back partner. Detective "Efficiency".
Detective Impatient Asshole.
Want some examples? OK, here's one: "Ed, you wanna go
do the drug dealer thing with this mook? See if we
can track down-"
"Why, 'cause a brother's gotta be believable as a drug
dealer?"
"Hey, sure, if you think anybody'll buy me dealing
crack-" I say, trying to get rid of the offended
little glare he's giving me. No chuckle, no smile.
Just Ed going off in a resentful huff to do undercover
work. Which he normally likes.
Here's another: "Lennie? Didja finish the Flanders
report?"
"Nah, just writing up Chernensky-"
"Oh, yeah, cause what's the point of finishing
Flanders? Just because the DA's asked for it twice
now-" he grabs the papers off my desk and mutters
something about Doing it himself, goddammit.
He's been like this fulltime, for two days.
And the way he says 'DA'... really, really bitter.
Like he doesn't want to give the DA's office any
reason to look cross-eyed at him. Ed doesn't usually
give a damn about stuff like that- he's conscientious,
but doesn't sweat the normal tension between us and
the lawyers.
Normally. Ever since McCoy called him to his office
after hours the other day, he's been moody as hell.
He almost jumped when I answered a call from McCoy
(who sounded a little off too) and said McCoy's name.
Then he got up really fast, mumbling about
photocopying something.
I overheard him talking to somebody on his cell today.
Sounded like a heavy conversation, but I couldn't
tell with who. I hope it was his boyfriend.
Yeah, let this be boyfriend troubles, please. Because
otherwise... Ed, you idiot, what have you done?
On to Part Nine, Ed's POV, by Cassatt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Briscoe
Copyright June 2003, Cirocco