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GCPD: Adult Supervision
August 18th, 1999
<Loren wrote...>
Chris: Kitch, what are you doing here so late? I thought your shift
was over hours ago.
Kitch: I couldn't get to sleep. Figured I'd put in a little overtime...
try to make myself get tired.
Wayne: So you come back here?!? Why don't you go to a nudie bar, or
something?
Kitch: Because I'd rather call people by their condescending nicknames
*here*, you disgusting toad. :)
Chris: Well, *I've* got a date tonight.
Wayne: Oh yeah? Which sewer did you find *her* in? ;)
Chris: Shut your trap, Hotu.
Kitch: Well, come on, Chris... Is she anyone we should know about?
Chris: Oh, you've known about her for quite some time now...
Caz: Don't tell me... You still trying to go after Barbara?
Chris: The way I see it, since Loren's involved with Renee now, I
*finally* get Babs all to myself!
Caz: She's gonna run you into the ground, just like she did with Loren.
Don't you remember all those times he couldn't even make it to
her
doorstep? :)
Chris: That's because Babs had two people going after her, and she
must've liked seeing the two of us fight over her.
Now it's
just her and me!
Kitch: You know, ever since you and Loren started all this, you seemed to
forget one very important thing: she's the
Commissioner's *daughter*.
Chris stares at him, with an expression that says, "So what?"
Kitch: Even if you get her to like you, you've still gotta impress Gordon.
That means no screwing up on duty, always being super
polite to
him...
Caz: ...and you can't back out of washing Essen's car, when she asks ya!
Ha! ;)
Chris: Guys, please...! Let me worry about that when it happens.
Near the precinct's processing desk, not far from where the four
fellows of the GCPD are talking...
Hendricks: ...and here's where the majority of the detectives' desks are.
You'll have to know them by
name, so that you can transfer any
incoming calls to their phones.
Wayne whistles, as the new Administrative Supervisor walks in the
detectives' direction, in her cotton candy blouse, silk skirt, and
designer pumps.
Hendricks: And these are just *some* of the guys you'll have to put up
with every night. Everyone,
this is Sarina Wade. She'll be
covering the night shift from
now on.
Caz: Somebody sure must've been doing us a favor then, Hendricks.
Sarina: Hi guys! How's everybody doing?
Kitch: Great...!
Caz: Fine...!
Wayne: Super...!
Sarina: Looks like I'll be around here for a while, so I hope we can
all get along.
Wayne: I hope we can get along too, Miss Wade.
The others look at each other, not believing what Wayne had just said.
Chris, Caz, and Kitch: *Miss* Wade?!?
<Sarina wrote...>
Sarina smiles over at Wayne.
Sarina: You can call me... Sarina.
She winks at him as she starts to walk away...
Sarina: See ya!
She continues her tour of the office with Hendricks...
<Loren wrote...>
Hendricks: And over *here* is the most important room in the
building...!
Sarina: The Commissioner's office?
Hendricks: No, the *donut* room! :)
They walk just out of the earshot of the detectives.
Chris: Hey, Wayne! Wayne...? You can roll your tongue back in your mouth
now. :)
Wayne appears not to notice he's being spoken to.
Caz: This'll get his attention...
Standing opposite him, Caz puts on a shocked gaze, aimed directly
behind Wayne.
Caz: Uh...Hotu? Don't look now, but I think that schoolteacher of
yours is walking up behind ya.
Wayne: So what? Me and Helena broke up a little while ago.
Kitch: What for?
Wayne: Let's just say she became a little too...violent. ;)
Chris: Well, at least Loren'll be happy that she won't be showing up
here anymore.
A familiar, very smartly dressed man steps through the open window,
just behind Chris.
JC: I hope you don't mind me popping in, then.
Chris: JC!
Caz: And everything had been going so well tonight...
JC: Seems I've been missed.
Chris: Hardly. Just what are you here for *this* time?
JC: I'm...looking for someone.
A few empty seconds pass by. The intruder scans the room for his
quarry.
Kitch: Anyone in particular, or can we just stand around and play
guessing games all night?
JC: If that's what you'd like. But I thought your attorney days were over,
Lieutenant Kitch.
Caz: Look JC, either tell us who you're looking for, or we'll help you go
out the same way you came in.
JC: I can just *feel* the love in the room right now. ;) If you must know,
I'm looking for your Lieutenant Di Iorio.
Chris: Yeah, you and everyone else.
JC: Why, is he missing?
Caz: Isn't he always?
Chris: That's definitely the way he's been, lately.
Finished with her tour, Sarina returns to the detectives once more.
Sarina: Well boys, I think I'll call it a night.
JC: Wayne, you dolt. Why haven't you introduced me to this ravishing young
woman?
Wayne: Maybe 'cause she shouldn't be associating with trash like you.
JC: "Associating." That's such a big word for you. :)
JC approaches Sarina, and offers his hand to her.
JC: Allow me to introduce myself, madam. The locals around here refer to
me as JC.
Caz whispers to Kitch...
Caz: That's not what *I'd* "refer" to him as. ;)
JC: Please forgive my appearance. I'm not usually this poorly dressed.
She gives him her hand, which he politely kisses. Sarina blushes,
slightly.
Sarina: It's very nice to meet you, JC. I'm Sarina. Sarina Wade.
JC: It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sarina Wade. Unfortunately,
I must be off.
Caz: Say it ain't so! ;)
Chris: It's about time!
JC: Gentlemen, gentlemen! Not to worry! I'll be back before long.
Until then, Miss Wade.
The surreptitious figure moves through the window as effortlessly as
he arrived through it, and disappears.
Sarina: See you tomorrow, everyone.
She walks toward the main doors, and heads for home.
Wayne: Did you see that?!?
Chris: See what?
Wayne: He called her "Miss Wade"! *I* called her that first, and he's got
the nerve to go and upstage me! And she liked it,
too!
Caz: Aww, it only seemed like she did, Hotu. She didn't wanna make you
feel bad. ;)
Wayne: Shut up, Caz.
Chris: Well guys, I'm off to Babs'.
Kitch: Good luck, Chris.
Detective Chris Small leaves the precinct, off to the Clocktower,
and all its welcome mats.
Caz: He'll need a lot more than that.
Kitch: Don't I know it.
Caz: You wouldn't, but Di Iorio would.
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