"I let myself in," She called out cautiously as she poked her head through the door. Eyes searching the floor for her slithering friend. "Alex you better actually be home or Rem and I are making a run for it."
"If you have coffee," she raised her eyes offering the person in front of her a smile. "You'll be my favorite person and Remi will appreciate you too."
"Oof." Flynn said, dramatically, as his sister's child ran into his legs and wrapped their arms around him. He let out a laugh, knelt down and picked Remi up into his arms. "Look how big you've grown!" Flynn hugged his nephew tightly before turning towards his sister with a huge smile on his face. He always had a smile on his lips when he was around them.
"That's perfect, thank you." Flynn shifted Remi until he held him with one arm. "Dinner is just about ready. It's nothing extravagant but..." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey," she reassured offering him a warm smile before reaching out and giving his shoulder a soft squeeze. "I'm just happy to be here with both of you. Are you doing alright?"
The smell of the fresh pot of coffee filled the air of the department. Reese hadn’t seen many faces yet, but it wasn’t surprising when she had arrived so early. The night shift was gearing down and anyone migrating in from days would be there shortly. Her fingers laced around the coffee pot handle before lifting it up and pouring herself half a cup. Hearing foot steps behind her she cast a glass over her shoulder offering a small smile.
“You want some of this?” She questions raising the kraft up in the air a moment. “Its not last nights.”
"Not often someone beats me to the coffee pot at this hour," Emilio bemuses, noting that one of the Halliday juniors has it brewed and ready and he's still got his jacket on. It's the changeover hour; the handover that tells of all the major overnight incidents to the morning team. More often than not, Emilio sees both shifts in their entirety.
So does the chief. And he's sure Reese knows that too.
But he's in early because he'd made friends with a bottle of scotch for the majority of the previous night, showered and thrown himself back into the fray of the precinct. Coffee is only the start of what he needs. "One sugar, black." a beat, to self-address his sweet tooth and the box from La Nueva in his hand: "I brought pionono to go with, have you had breakfast?" He's sure that sugar's an admirable morning snack.
Silently she made Emilio’s coffee as she listened to him speak. It wasn’t often that she ran into the Deputy Chief but she respected him greatly and always felt she learned a great deal in his presence.
“I haven’t yet. It was an eventual plan.” She admitted knowing full well that she often forgot to eat breakfast. “If you’re sharing I’m not going to complain.”
Reese held the coffee out for him to take before lowering herself into one of the empty kitchen chairs. “Things have been a bit wild out there lately. Probably the summer heat or something bigger brewing.”
The smell of the fresh pot of coffee filled the air of the department. Reese hadn’t seen many faces yet, but it wasn’t surprising when she had arrived so early. The night shift was gearing down and anyone migrating in from days would be there shortly. Her fingers laced around the coffee pot handle before lifting it up and pouring herself half a cup. Hearing foot steps behind her she cast a glass over her shoulder offering a small smile.
“You want some of this?” She questions raising the kraft up in the air a moment. “Its not last nights.”
Leviathan had been called in today unexpectedly, woken up from a slumber he had only been in for at least two hours, needless to say, the man was not prepared for work mentally. In one of his pockets, he held one of the packages that contained the contents that he'd have to take momentarily in order to get him in the zone to sketch. For now, the grogginess he felt could be blamed on the lack of morning coffee in his system. The scent of a freshly brewed pot is what brought him into the little break room the department shared.
"Good morning, Detective Halliday." He greets, warmly smiling, nodding at the question. "I would love some of that. Freshly brewed too? You spoil us all, mon ami." Levi walks over to open one of the cabinets, grabbing one of the communal coffee mugs. "How are you today? Hopefully you weren't called in on your off day too."
Reese didn’t miss a beat as she poured a second cup of coffee and held it out towards Levi. She offered a simple shake of her head before nodding towards the back office.
“I had to meet with a CI. They called pretty early this morning and wanted to chat. After that there was no point going back to bed.” She took a slow pull of her coffee. “I can’t complain really. Been busy and busy is good. How are you?”
“—dramatic,” he laughed, playfully rolling his eyes at her. Blueberry wasn’t to everyone’s taste, fair point, and he probably wouldn’t have gotten her if she hadn’t been given to him by one of his former clients as a…gift. the lady had been adamant he accepts it, and Blueberry had only been a tiny little thing back then. “she probably just wanted the attention,” Alexander corrected, knowing that his girl was far too lovely, “you would have known if she wanted to eat you,” he laughed. also a fact, for he had seen her displeased, and her attacking someone had been quite the sight.
“I’m alright,” he responded in a matter of fact tone; there was no point to lie to her, she already knew bits about the accident, that was the reason behind his long ass disappearance. “getting back in the apartment was Hell, but everything is nearly done,” he elaborated. “how about you?” returning the question wasn’t out of mere politeness, even though he suspected he would get one of the default responses in turn. “you look good,” —better, went unsaid, as Alexander added honestly after a moment.
“Fine,” She commented “Next time we meet, I’ll visit Blueberry and you can show me what she likes.” Was she nervous about being around Blueberry if she were being honest than yes, but she’d push those fears aside for Alex. She listened to him intently a soft smile on her lips she nodded her head. “Is there anything I can do to help?” She questioned.
Reese’s fingers wrapped around one of the glasses of water that was brought to them. She took a long pull from the glass. “I’m not terrible – works been a lot lately but I’ve been trying to prioritize more time with Remi. He misses you by the way.”
Flynn had been a recluse, as of late. It was something he did often -- focusing on work, eating, and sleeping, and that was it. But tonight, his sister was coming over. And everything had to be perfect.
He'd ensured his apartment was extra clean and he was even making dinner for her, and dessert: homemade pizza, salad, and a cake. Part of him felt bad for not inviting their uncle, or their mom, but there were times when he felt like he just needed to spend time with his sister and that night was one of them.
Then, as he opened the door for her, he realized he'd missed one crucial thing. Fuck. "Did you, by any chance, bring wine?"
Small feet ran ahead of her before colliding with Flynns legs. Reese watched as tiny hands wrapped themselves around her brothers legs and looked up at him with big eyes. A smile pulled at her lips, a soft laugh escaping as she took the sight in. Remi always loved being around Flynn and while they didn’t see each other every day every time they did moments similar to this occurred with the five year old. Nodding to her brother she lifted her hand a strong grip on the neck of the bottle. “I grabbed your favorite.” She offered the bottle for him to take before heading towards the kitchen. “It smells great in here.”
—it has been years since he had first met Reese, she is probably one of the very few constant people in his life that have absolutely nothing to do with his line of work and how he has chosen to make a living. through time it has become a habit of these two to catch up every now and then, aside from the casual calls and texts of checking up on the other. they had a regular meeting spot in a tiny little restaurant, which was in fact perfect for keeping a low profile; he would absolutely hate for anyone to associate her with him and get her involved in shit she had no business being in.
he smiled a little as she approached. “of course, Halliday,” he replied as he stood up to pull the chair out for her. “I thought you’d still be mad I made you go feed Blueberry,” he teased her, referring to that time (or two) after the accident he had called to ask her to check up on her —before Mathias was able to look after her and care for her.
The laugh that left her lips were genuine. She didn't love Blueberry but she was willing to suck up her feelings on snakes to help Alex out in his time of need. "You're lucky I like you because Blueberry look like she wanted to eat me." She offered a smirk as she lowered herself into the booth. While she enjoyed this place she typically only came here with Alex. "How are you doing?"
The smell of the fresh pot of coffee filled the air of the department. Reese hadn’t seen many faces yet, but it wasn’t surprising when she had arrived so early. The night shift was gearing down and anyone migrating in from days would be there shortly. Her fingers laced around the coffee pot handle before lifting it up and pouring herself half a cup. Hearing foot steps behind her she cast a glass over her shoulder offering a small smile.
“You want some of this?” She questions raising the kraft up in the air a moment. “Its not last nights.”
how long had it been since she seen him - weeks, months? no matter the time that passed the two of them had a habit of always checking in to ensure the other was still doing okay. Reese had managed to get off shift early enough to meet for lunch. Finding her way inside the small hole in the wall restaurant, the one they'd eaten at throughout the years, she found her way over towards his table.
Reese was three when her father skipped town abandoning her, flynn and their mother. With his departure from their lives, her uncle Rowan stepped up became the father figure and someone she looked up too.
Prior to graduating high school Reese joined the military (shortly after 9/11). Reese excelled in the army - she trained hard, fought hard and it wasn’t long before she started moving up the ranks. Reese found herself one of the only females to have had the ability to call herself an Army Ranger. Reese had excelled with hand to hand combat, but give her a rifle and there wasn’t a shot she hadn’t been able to make.
Reese had a successful career in the military. An ambush that took out a majority of her unit would leave the Sergeant First Class honorably discharged and hospitalized. Being stateside left Reese feeling without a purpose. Reese found herself in the police academy and it wasn’t long before she was quickly picked up for the Detective unit.
In between one of her deployments she married an old friend and military buddy. The two are still married on paper however they don’t currently speak and haven’t in years. If they had he’d know that they shared a kid together. Reese loves her son and wouldn’t trade him for the world but she often worries that his father not being in his life would cause him to resent her. Though her reasons for staying away are to keep him safe.
Reese works in the Detective bureau and has for five years. She enjoys it and feels as if she's making a difference. She often relies on her mom to assist with child care which she knows her mother enjoys. Reese only lives a few houses down which allows her to spent time with her family pretty often.
— HEADCANONS / PLOTS
Reese had left the US Army with the rank of Sergeant First Class. She served two tours in Iraq with the 3rd battalion. 75th ranger regiment.
Reese enlisted with a waiver at 17 right after September 11th occurred.
During her final tour her team was ambushed, killing a majority of her unit and leaving her hospitalized. As a result she was honorably discharged.
Though she hides it it extremely well; Reese has PTSD and often doesn’t sleep at night which works out well with a kid who still sometimes is awake at night.
Though they don’t always see eye to eye she’d do anything to protect Flynn.
She doesn’t drink a lot of caffeine - no energy drinks, but enjoys coffee and black tea.
— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS
The Danny to her Biaz - her partner on the force. They’ve been together for the last 5 years.
Estranged husband/ father of her son - their complicated, on again off again due to his involvement in things she doesn’t agree with. I imagine he’s involved with illegal shit. They grew up together though and maybe even served in the same unit.
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