Officer, Detective, Doctor, Brother, Cousin...

Officer Vladimir Bohdan Florescu Hoffman II Romanian/Welsh army officer part of the Serviciul Român de Informaţii (SRI) (Romanian domestic intelligence service) working in New York with NYPD’s Special Victims Unit. Indie Law and Order: SVU, Gotham and Multfandom OC Mun and muse are over 18, NSFW and Trigger posts will always be tagged.

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[ Seth~ ] ❝ Y'know, when they told me I had a visitor, I wasn't exactly expectin' the Fuzz.. ❞ he mused, then lifted a hand to rub gingerly at the back of his neck. ❝ But thanks for that. I haven't stepped foot outt'a the O.R. since.. some time last night. ❞

"Do I look like a cop at the moment?" Vladimir said tiredly as he leaned against the wall to stretch his back. He was at the beginning of a four day shift in the ER and was really feeling his age considering he already had four gangbangers and a case of the measles in less than five hours. He was clearly wearing the scrubs that ment he was in the ER.

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[ Harley~ ] ❝ — Okay, but do you think I could maybe talk Lada into coming to the Hello Kitty café with me? Mammina and Papa are too busy, and I feel like you're not a dude that would dig it too much. — I mean, if I'm wrong, that would be fantastic, but uhm.. yeah. I just don't wanna go alone, you know?? ❞

It was one of those situations where the universe aligned and the entire Hoffman and Llywelyn families had either vacation time and Gavril and Vladimir could work since their grandfather had extended business in California so it was a bit of a Romanian/Welsh invasion as they all made sure to visit their California based family while they were in the state. The family had just transferred from Sacramento to LA and Vladimir was not surprised when Harley sought them out.

"You want to go where?" The SRI Officer asked before cocking his head considering the place rang a bell before standing up out of habit when their grandfather let himself in.

"For the love of the Gods sit back down Vladimir." He said in Sarmatian before seeing Harley as he rounded the corner. "I thought you were here little dragon." He said in English with a smile before going over and kissing the top of her head. "I was hoping I would get to see you sooner than later. I was going to talk to your mum and dad about stealing you away for a bit."

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❝ Not to sound ungrateful, ❞ he murmured around the lid of the cup that had just been placed in front of him before taking a quick, inquisitive sip of its contents, ❝ but bribery's not gonna get you anywhere. ❞ At that moment, even he couldn't tell if he was joking.. or if he'd actually meant it. ( He'd like to think of himself as not being aggressively suspicious.. but situations such as this only served to prove what a hopeless case he truly was. ) ❝ — Thanks,  ❞ he added a few moments later, on the cusp of a soft, deeply appreciative hum.

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Vladimir was only half listening to what his cousin was saying as he placed one of the two cups of their grandfather's hand-mixed teas on his desk before stiffly sitting across from him. "Cu plăcere." He said softly before stiffening slightly and unable to keep his anger from showing in his eyes when someone loudly yelled 'Hey Officer Putin!', "Our grandfather flew in last night." He whispered as he painfully stood up. "We're all going to see him tonight if you'd like to join us. I know he would love to see you." He then made sure his anger was once again deeply hidden as he went across the bullpen.

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❝ I don’t know how to ask for help. I just — I’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before, so… this is me trying, I guess. I need it, but I’m afraid to ask for it. That’s, the best I can do. ❞

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"I know," Vladimir said softly as he quietly regarded his cousin. "It's a family trait I'm afraid and I know Grandfather, Uncle Artur, and Vlad haven't forgiven themselves for not being able to be there or getting you out. Just as they haven't forgiven themselves for me, Damek, or countless others. But now you do have people you can ask for help brother." The Romanian/Welshman held out an arm. "All you have to do is reach out and take it."

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❛ —— ❜ Now, he knew better than to stare. He knew well how impolite it was, and how angry his mama would be if she knew.. but he sure couldn’t help it with this guy. ❛ Mornin’, ❜ he managed to reply a few moments later, snapping back to himself as he took a good, long look at the other’s credentials. ❛ Ah, hell. Wha'chu wanna work with Miller for?? ❜ He asked, only half-jokingly once he was satisfied that this guy was the one he’d been told to keep an eye out for. ❛ A'in'chu heard whatt'a pain in the ass he is?? ❜

As it just so happened, Joe was half-shoving, half-dragging a man twice his size through the precinct doors. The man in question was cuffed, of course, but it was easy to tell that he’d been in one hell of a scuffle. Signs of that same scuffle were written with more painstaking clarity on Joe - especially his face, and his heavily mussed clothes - and he definitely looked the worse for wear of the two.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar uniform.. and that glimpse alone prompted him to turn his quarry over to one of the Sergeants that had flanked them in. ❝ — Is this scrawny little pencil-pusher givin’ you a hard time??  ❞ He asked after walking up to stand next to his cousin, taking a moment to straighten his fedora. ( Not that he had much room to talk about anybody being ’ scrawny ’, as alarmingly thin as he was.. )

Hoffman inwardly sighed as the young officer in front of him started joking about his cousin but did his best to not take it personally since he was used to the difference between American and Romanian or Welsh humor, "It's a family trait." He said before a sudden burst of activity at the doors caught his attention. He was not surprised to see that Joe was part of the commotion and smiled slightly to himself.

"Just a slight misunderstanding." Vladimir said with a wider smile before giving the other man a hug as was family custom before switching to one of the languages their ancestors spoke. "But the kid is lucky I take my assignments so seriously otherwise I'd follow my grandfather and Vlad's example and shove a stake up his ass."

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Vladimir tried to ignore the strange looks he knew he was getting as he walked up to the front desk of the New Orleans Police department precinct he just entered since he had never been there before and his uniform was not only army and indicated an intelligence unit but also foreign, "Good morning." He said kindly as he pulled his ID out of his back pocket. "I'm Officer Vladimir Hoffman of Romania's Serviciul Român de Informaţii. I'm here to work with Detective Joseph Miller?" He was secretly praying the desk officer was actually informed this time.

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❝ — Yeah, how's that jingle go, again? ❛ Reach out and hit someone ❜?? ❞

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❝ — Yeah, how’s that jingle go, again? ❛ Reach out and hit someone ❜?? ❞

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"Întinde mâna și lovește pe cineva. Or Estynnwch a tharo rhywun." Vladimir said to his cousin with a small knowing smile as they watched their grandfather put up with yet another American government official. They had grown up around the Sarmatian/Briton in his official capacity and they could both tell the older Vladimir was about done even behind the official clothing and the mask he wore.

"I don't know how he does it sometimes." He commented as their grandfather's cousin and public secretary stepped in to give the fellow immortal a break.

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@Vladimir:

Hoffman leaned back against the wall after he withdrew his head, "It's me brother and I'm out here with two NYPD officers. Please lower your weapon." He said, continuing to use the long dead language in order to keep his cousin calm. He then had the idea to turn up the radio that was aways pinned to the shoulder of his uniform so McGrath could hear what would be the familiar Romanian chatter between Serviciul Român de Informaţii officers that were stationed at the Romanian embassy.

He deducted that Paul had to be injured in some way and switched channels in order to contact another of their cousins and started speaking in an older version of his native language, "Vlad, Gavril I'm going to need grandfather at my current location." He said before giving the address. "For medical assistance for Paul."

It only took a few moments for their cousin Vlad to answer, "Location confirmed and we're on our way."

So, he hadn't imagined it; Vladimir was on the other side of the door.. with two unfamiliar Officers he should, supposedly, be able to trust. ( Should being the operative word. ) ❝ — Alright, ❞ he called back after swallowing thickly, shifting his foot to kick the shotgun over to land haphazardly across the body of a would-be assassin, ❝ but keep them far the fuck away from me. ❞

Another familiar voice drifted through the door just as he'd begun trying to figure out his next move, and it made him pause. He swallowed hard and leaned back more heavily against the door, and his brows knitted themselves together tightly. — Would it be better if he stayed precisely where he was? Or should he, at the very least, make an effort to stumble his way out of the slaughterhouse - so the Cops could come in and get to work before all of the evidence got fucked up too badly to be of any use? — If he stepped out, would the Officers with Vladimir turn trigger happy? Or would they leave him be?? Too many questions. Too many scenarios, most of which were wildly uncomfortable and each seemed to be more fucked up than the last..

❝ Tell 'em to back off, Vladimir; I'll drag myself outt'a here. But if either one of your shadows tries to fuck with me, we're gonna have a problem. ❞ Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea at the moment, but it's the one he'd settled on, and it would simply have to do.

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So, he hadn’t imagined it; Vladimir was on the other side of the door.. with two unfamiliar Officers he should, supposedly, be able to trust. ( Should being the operative word. ) ❝ — Alright, ❞ he called back after swallowing thickly, shifting his foot to kick the shotgun over to land haphazardly across the body of a would-be assassin, ❝ but keep them far the fuck away from me. ❞

Another familiar voice drifted through the door just as he’d begun trying to figure out his next move, and it made him pause. He swallowed hard and leaned back more heavily against the door, and his brows knitted themselves together tightly. — Would it be better if he stayed precisely where he was? Or should he, at the very least, make an effort to stumble his way out of the slaughterhouse - so the Cops could come in and get to work before all of the evidence got fucked up too badly to be of any use? — If he stepped out, would the Officers with Vladimir turn trigger happy? Or would they leave him be?? Too many questions. Too many scenarios, most of which were wildly uncomfortable and each seemed to be more fucked up than the last..

❝ Tell ‘em to back off, Vladimir; I’ll drag myself outt'a here. But if either one of your shadows tries to fuck with me, we’re gonna have a problem. ❞ Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea at the moment, but it’s the one he’d settled on, and it would simply have to do.

Vladimir took a moment to take few deep breaths before signaling to the two officers next to him to start backing off, "He's my cousin and I think this situation is much more complicated than it seems." He said to them, not bothering to tone down his natural Romanian accent since the two officers knew him well. "Get my medical bag and things from my truck." He ordered before holstering his weapon and gently leaning so that Paul could see it was actually him.

"The only one that'll be coming in is me brother and I promise you that." The Romanian/Welshman said as he fought back disturbing memories of when the fact that he was undercover it was blown and he was held captive and tortured for days before being dumped and left for dead in the freezing Danube river. "The officers are going to get my medical equipment but they're going to slide it in for me."

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Vladimir cursed under his breath in a mixture of Romanian and Welsh as he and two NYPD officers approached the brownstone where the sound of gunshots had been reported with his sidearm drawn and nodded to the woman officer next to him before he heard a very familiar voice call out from inside. Paul? He thought before holding up a hand in order to halt the two officers with him.

"Paul?!" He called out in their ancestors native Sarmatian as he risked glancing into the open door.

His mind was racing almost as fast as his heart was hammering against his ribcage. — The ambush hadn't been a spur of the moment situation, by any means: it had been orchestrated with such precision it'd put him in mind of DELTA missions.. and it had started him to wondering if the ambush had been the plan all along - though this deal had been set up weeks ago, or if had been so masterfully crafted days prior. ( When, exactly, had his cover been blown? — Attacks such as this were reserved as the penultimate punishment for betrayals in certain circles... )

He'd brought his free hand up to push his fingers through his hair, sweeping its lengthy, sweat-drenched, blood and debris-riddled strands back out of his face mere seconds before he'd heard it. Faint, thanks to the unbearable ringing in his ears, but difficult to mistake: his name. ( Not his cover's name, but HIS. ) And the voice seemed familiar - enough so that he chanced a response, in spite of his current state of uncertainty regarding... everyone and everything. ❝ — Vladimir?? ❞

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Vladimir cursed under his breath in a mixture of Romanian and Welsh as he and two NYPD officers approached the brownstone where the sound of gunshots had been reported with his sidearm drawn and nodded to the woman officer next to him before he heard a very familiar voice call out from inside. Paul? He thought before holding up a hand in order to halt the two officers with him.

“Paul?!” He called out in their ancestors native Sarmatian as he risked glancing into the open door.

His mind was racing almost as fast as his heart was hammering against his ribcage. — The ambush hadn’t been a spur of the moment situation, by any means: it had been orchestrated with such precision it’d put him in mind of DELTA missions.. and it had started him to wondering if the ambush had been the plan all along - though this deal had been set up weeks ago, or if had been so masterfully crafted days prior. ( When, exactly, had his cover been blown? — Attacks such as this were reserved as the penultimate punishment for betrayals in certain circles… )

He’d brought his free hand up to push his fingers through his hair, sweeping its lengthy, sweat-drenched, blood and debris-riddled strands back out of his face mere seconds before he’d heard it. Faint, thanks to the unbearable ringing in his ears, but difficult to mistake: his name. ( Not his cover’s name, but HIS. ) And the voice seemed familiar - enough so that he chanced a response, in spite of his current state of uncertainty regarding… everyone and everything. ❝ — Vladimir?? ❞

Hoffman leaned back against the wall after he withdrew his head, "It's me brother and I'm out here with two NYPD officers. Please lower your weapon." He said, continuing to use the long dead language in order to keep his cousin calm. He then had the idea to turn up the radio that was aways pinned to the shoulder of his uniform so McGrath could hear what would be the familiar Romanian chatter between Serviciul Român de Informaţii officers that were stationed at the Romanian embassy.

He deducted that Paul had to be injured in someway and switched channels in order to contact another of their cousins and started speaking in an older version of his native language, "Vlad, Gavril I'm going to need grandfather at my current location." He said before giving the address. "For medical assistance for Paul."

It only took a few moments for their cousin Vlad to answer, "Location confirmed and we're on our way."

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❝ — Don't come any closer, ❞ the butt of his shotgun rested on the floor by his foot, and his already blood drenched palm was splayed against the left side of his lower abdomen, pressing firmly against the worst of the bullet wounds he'd sustained in the ambush. That not withstanding, he could be ready to fire - if he felt it was necessary, whether to serve as a warning or to defend himself - in a matter of seconds.

Reeling. Overwhelmed; having enhanced senses wasn't doing him very much good. He couldn't accurately distinguish between friend and foe at present. His ears were still ringing uncomfortably, so picking up on distinctive footfalls or a familiar heartbeat had been rendered impossible. His ability to smell had been severely hindered by the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood, which meant he couldn't pinpoint any other scents. He couldn't see properly through sweat-stung eyes, and the amount of blood he'd already lost - the amount he was still losing at a rapid pace - was definitely beginning to take its toll. ❝ I don't wanna have to shoot ya, but I swear to fucking God I will. ❞

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❝ — Don’t come any closer, ❞ the butt of his shotgun rested on the floor by his foot, and his already blood drenched palm was splayed against the left side of his lower abdomen, pressing firmly against the worst of the bullet wounds he’d sustained in the ambush. That not withstanding, he could be ready to fire - if he felt it was necessary, whether to serve as a warning or to defend himself - in a matter of seconds.

Reeling. Overwhelmed; having enhanced senses wasn’t doing him very much good. He couldn’t accurately distinguish between friend and foe at present. His ears were still ringing uncomfortably, so picking up on distinctive footfalls or a familiar heartbeat had been rendered impossible. His ability to smell had been severely hindered by the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood, which meant he couldn’t pinpoint any other scents. He couldn’t see properly through sweat-stung eyes, and the amount of blood he’d already lost - the amount he was still losing at a rapid pace - was definitely beginning to take its toll. ❝ I don’t wanna have to shoot ya, but I swear to fucking God I will. ❞

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Vladimir cursed under his breath in a mixture of Romanian and Welsh as he and two NYPD officers approached the brownstone where the sound of gunshots had been reported with his sidearm drawn and nodded to the woman officer next to him before he heard a very familiar voice call out from inside. Paul? He thought before holding up a hand in order to halt the two officers with him.

"Paul?!" He called out in their ancestors native Sarmatian as he risked glancing into the open door.

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OOC:

Sorry, I've been so silent. Things have been quite tough for me lately. I'm currently in a rehab facility due to yet another emergency surgery and my house is up for auction so I will be eventually moving into an adult family home.

That won't be for a while though and the good thing is I have my laptop and internet access. I've missed writing like heck and I have plenty of muse so please hit me up if you want to write or even chat.

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❝ — Yes, and no. ❞ Sighing, he eased the matchbox open and plucked one of the matches from it before following suit, leaning back ever so slightly in his own chair. ❝ According to Julian, ❞ pausing to let the feelings of nausea and marrow-deep contempt that always accompanied the very thought of that bastard pass, he brought the end of the match up to his lips. ❝ everything’s a lot more intense for me. Sounds, scents, sensations. I can be hacked. I’m a lot more succeptible to electricity… ❞ Parting his lips and his teeth ever so slightly, he slid the end of the match just past them and bit down carefully. ❝ Apparently I’ll be fine, though. Just as long as nobody uses my head for a basketball, a punching bag or target practice. ❞ Those were the finer points of the lengthy, highly technical speech he’d been assaulted with after his ’ resurrection ’.

As for Vladimir’s condition, yes. He was acutely aware of his cousin’s limitations. He’d had the in-depth explanation in regards to his Chron’s.. but the rest of his physical issues hadn’t been explained in such thorough detail, and Roy hadn’t asked. The way he figured it? He’d find out what he needed to w h e n he needed to. ❝ No, but I am a hell of a lot more likely to make you sit or lay your ass down somewhere after it happens.. and I won’t be put off by any arguin’ about it. ❞ He wouldn’t hesitate to call Lada if Vladimir ever decided to be obnoxiously stubborn with him, either..

The Romanian/Welshman sat quietly as was his way when someone was explaining something to him and he also knew it was a sensitive and hard subject, "I think it's time we hit up a bar I know before heading home. I think I now understand what our grandfather meant when he said we have a lot more in common then the other knows. And your enhancements are where Alexi, Damek and the Serviciul Român de Informaţii come in. Grandfather is hand picking an entire team made up of family and friends he trusts that's going to be based out of the embassy and he is going to head that team as much as he can. It will be people you will be able to trust in time as well and everyone will have volunteered rather then been assigned. My sons Valery and Boris are in the process of learning your code and they along with Alexi and Damek will be the only ones besides grandfather allowed within fifty feet of your head."

Hoffman gave his cousin a compassionate look since he too knew what it was like to have something life altering done to you against your will, "And I know Damek is willing to take you for counseling when your ready but you know you can talk to me and Lada as well. What her brother did to us was equally unforgivable. Hence the bar stop later because what I have to tell you won't be said in English and I'm going to need a good glass of red in order to go there. I think I can help you with your sensory sensitivity since like our grandfather's my advanced surgical training includes cardiology and neurology."  

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❝ — Forget it, ❞ his shoulders rose in a stiff shrug as he pulled open the top drawer of his desk with one hand, then reached out to accept that report with the other. ❝ I never claimed to be especially funny, or have the greatest of conversational skills. ❞ Again, he shrugged, pulling a fresh box of matches from his desk drawer and tossing them onto the top of the desk before laying the report down to give it a thorough going over. ❝ — Besides, I'm not exactly used to having a partner.. it's weird for me, too. ❞

Once he'd closed the desk drawer, he turned his attentions to the matches and the report sitting in front of him.. but his gaze didn't linger long, lifting instead to his cousin's face. ❝ It's not gonna be like that.  ❞ More importantly, he wouldn't allow it to become that way. ( He might be a pain in the ass. He might have one Hell of an attitude.. but he wasn't the kind of guy to sit back and watch his partner take a lot of unnecessary shit. He wouldn't have, even if his partner didn't happen to be family. )

Vladimir simply smiled and shrugged a little when Roy said it wasn't going to be that way and he was beginning to believe that, "My last official NYPD partner was in 2010 I believe so this is new to me too honestly and I'm NYPD in name only." He sat back a little in order to stretch his back and shoulders since part of his physical difficulties came from a massive amount of scar tissue and muscle damage from being tortured by his psychotic brother-in-law. "As a doctor I do sometimes wonder if you process things differently now and I know that was part of why we were partnered. I know what to do if you do blow a circuit as you so eloquently put it and you are more aware of my limitations even though I tend to hide them from the general public."

Hoffman was insanely fit just like any other member of the family that was active military but he was over forty and was often a bit underweight due to crohn's disease and was prone to pneumonia due to his many years of doing urban search and rescue in places like ground zero, "You're far less likely to freak out if my body starts hating me and I end up losing my lunch in my trash can or need an extra few minutes in the men's room for example."

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@Vladimir:

Vladimir was just about to sit down across from his cousin and considering all his mental and physical problems he stopped short when Roy began complaining, or seemed to be complaining about moving to Manhattan and becoming his partner. It was true that it was partly an arrangement to manage Roy as he was now but it was far from just because of that. "Hardly." Hoffman said before sitting down at his desk and looked over the autopsy report Luka had delivered earlier. "And you should know better then that, especially considering I'm more likely to fall apart then you at this point."

Complaining? No. He was just talking, and talking was something he hadn't done very much of at all since... well, since he'd become this. And even if he were inclined to complain, there was no way in Hell that he'd complain about having Vladimir for a partner. ( He'd gone from NOT having a partner at all for years, to having a better one than he could've dreamed of in Miami.. and that wasn't a thought he harboured simply because they were family. ) — No, he was just.. talking. Making fair observations, and trying his hand at being funny. ( Or as funny as he knew how to be, at least. ) And that clearly hadn't gone over, so he wouldn't bother to try again.

He finished his coffee in silence after clearing his throat rather awkwardly a few times, eyeing the report Vladimir was currently giving a once over for a moment before turning slightly to drop his empty cup into the trashcan next to his desk. ❝ Anyway, I've already gotten all of the paperwork caught up, and I think I've got us a decent lead on the couple they pulled out of the alley a few blocks from here. Also managed to get some footage from a few of the security cameras around that alley. None of it is especially clear, but it's something. ❞

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Complaining? No. He was just talking, and talking was something he hadn’t done very much of at all since… well, since he’d become this. And even if he were inclined to complain, there was no way in Hell that he’d complain about having Vladimir for a partner. ( He’d gone from NOT having a partner at all for years, to having a better one than he could’ve dreamed of in Miami.. and that wasn’t a thought he harboured simply because they were family. ) — No, he was just.. talking. Making fair observations, and trying his hand at being funny. ( Or as funny as he knew how to be, at least. ) And that clearly hadn’t gone over, so he wouldn’t bother to try again.

He finished his coffee in silence after clearing his throat rather awkwardly a few times, eyeing the report Vladimir was currently giving a once over for a moment before turning slightly to drop his empty cup into the trashcan next to his desk. ❝ Anyway, I’ve already gotten all of the paperwork caught up, and I think I’ve got us a decent lead on the couple they pulled out of the alley a few blocks from here. Also managed to get some footage from a few of the security cameras around that alley. None of it is especially clear, but it’s something. ❞

"I apologize." The SRI officer said after a few moments and realizing Roy was trying to make light of his situation. "I... we meaning the family don't want you to think of yourself as anything less then who you are. Not what considering that doesn't matter and never will as far as we're concerned considering you're far from the most unique in that regard."

He handed over the report so Roy could have a look, "And to be fair to you you should know I have a difficult time telling if someone says something in jest or is deadly serious due to how, when and where I grew up but it's something I'm going to try and learn now that I feel a little freer to do so. Also, until our grandfather and the commissioner came up with the idea of partnering us and transferring me out of SVU I put up with a lot of hatred and discrimination that only got worse after 2016. It was mostly comments or forcing me to do their assignments on top of mine but there were times it got physical. Pissing in my tea or putting cigaret ash in my food so part of me is waiting for it to start up here in some way."