Coffee and medical opinion || rp thread for bend_therules

[dr_westfield]

Audrey arrived at the coffee shop, tired and hungry. Her morning had been physically and emotionally taxing. She was well aware of the toll that her job could take, but today she felt it more keenly than ever, perhaps because of all that had been going on. Jane Doe was still missing and her victim had yet to be identified. Today's interview with

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[bend_therules]

MCU was a madhouse.

Reporters always loved Arkham escapes. He wondered if Jane cared about the attention. She had to see it, of course, but did it register in her at all? Or had Jane buried herself so deep in whatever role she'd taken that she felt the same worry other citizens did? He was no psychology student, but that much interested him-- wondering just what it was like in Jane's mind when she was pretending.

A tired-looking Jim Gordon walked into the coffee shop, and the barista made his coffee-- one sugar-- and waved him to the front of the line and handed it over. She shooed him off when he tried to pay her, so he put the money for the coffee in the tip jar. This place had a reputation for taking good care of cops.

He sat across from Audrey and smiled just a bit, knowing how he looked. "You look like Hell."

[dr_westfield]

Audrey looked up from polishing off the first danish. She swallowed, then reached for the second. "I'd offer you some, but I haven't eaten since last night. You don't look that great yourself."

[bend_therules]

"There were donuts at the station today," he said, shaking his head.

Then, after a beat, he asked, "How'd the interview go?"

[dr_westfield]

"Aside from nearly being attacked?" Audrey took a sip of coffee. "I never thought I'd say it, but thank God for restraints."

[dr_westfield]

Audrey followed Jim as he led them down the corridors of the Medical Examiner's Office, to the morgue. He had the dental records in hand and they were about to see if their suspicions about Kathryn Poole were true.

[bend_therules]

Jim hoped that their suspicions about Poole proved wrong. After all, her name could be a coincidence. And even if it was Jane... at least she hadn't been at it long. Arkham faced a serious set-back still, trying to right what Jane had done when she killed Anne Carver, especially since they could only guess when precisely Anne had died. Everything after that point had to be considered invalid. Some convictions and Arkham sentences were still being re-evaluated because an inmate had made then.

He walked into the M.E.'s office and sighed. "Tell me I'm going to like what you have to say."

[dr_westfield]

The M.E. looked grim. "My conclusion is only preliminary," the man said, "But it looks like our vic is Kathryn Poole."

Audrey let out a small gasp, but didn't immediately say anything.

[bend_therules]

"Shit," Gordon muttered. "First a doctor, now an ADA." He looked at the M.E. and sighed. "I know it's not set in stone yet, but... How sure are you?"

[acidic_dent]

Harvey got up from his desk, his actions slow and deliberate, determined. He walked out of his office and went slightly down the hall to Kathryn Poole's office. The door was ajar, but he knocked.

[justacipher]

Kate was about halfway through writing another arrest warrant when she heard the knock. She looked up and smiled.

"Come in."

[acidic_dent]

Harvey went in, closing the door behind him, quietly pushing in the 'lock' button on the doorknob.

"Kate." His smile was forced as he walked over to her. "We have a bit of a problem..."

[justacipher]

"I know that look. You can drop the smile." She tilted her head. "What is it? Falcone make a move?" She sounded perfectly serious, even concerned.