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“So glad you could climb down from Mt. Olympus to join us in the land of the living.” Stefan said with a bit of bite in his voice, clearly surprised that Roy Earle decided to pay him a visit personally to his desk. He put the file down and leaned back in his chair, drawing his full attention at the man before him. “What can I do for you, your Majesty?” 

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His head was pounding as blurred images began to came into view, and Stefan was starting to realize the gravity of the situation. He tried his best to remember what his last memories were before waking up in what seemed to be a cramped closet with Roy Earle. He jerked to move away from the other when a further complication made itself known - he was handcuffed to the other man. 

“Hold on, hold on. How is this my fault again?” he said as he basically remained in his current position, slumped on the floor. His legs clearly encroached on Roy’s space. “I mean, I know this is a bother, but I don’t know how I’m to blame for this...” he complained, trying to remember how they got into this mess. Stefan made his usual threats when putting the squeeze, wanting to shoot someone, when suddenly a large fist met his face, and he was apprehended.

[hawkshvw-blog]

❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜

His jaw clenched, his brows furrowed, a look that instantly brought out a killer instinct out of Cole. To say he was livid was not enough to truly describe the kinds of emotions Roy rose out of him. Earle was everything that Cole was not: his perfect foil. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Roy.” he said through gritted teeth and looked at him up and down. “I’m just doing my job. Fighting crime and taking care of the people of LA. Something that I think you’ve lost sight of a long time ago.” 

[goldenboy-detective]

Back from the dead || Cole & Roy

It had only been a week since Cole simply walked back into Central, his appearance gathering the attention of a sizable crowd.  Biggs was the first one to welcome him back, giving him a strong slap on the back and saying "welcome back" in quietly confident way of his.  

Fast forward to the present, and Cole was hunched over his desk with paperwork strewn all throughout his office.  It seemed that things didn't stop just because he died; the L.A.P.D. was clearly capable of going on without its golden boy.  After what seemed to be about the 50th report he'd signed was finished, Cole sighed and rubbed his temples in the dim lamplight of his office.  It was strange for Leary to not have assigned him a new partner, even if he'd only been back a week.  Maybe standard protocols had changed?  The detective sighed again, trying not to think about the inevitable fact that he would have to work with someone eventually.

[investigatorkelso]

The Corruption of a Corrupt Town

There were things Jack missed about working in life insurance - the decent office hours paramount among them. Still, as he eased his car onto the dimly lit streets of LA at the god awful hour of five in the morning, he tried to convince himself of the ups of this new job. The excitement, for one. Working at California Fire and Life had made left him feeling anxious; like he was ready to crawl out of his skin if he had to sit one more day for eight hours of filing paperwork.

By the time the sun rose full in the sky that morning, the papers would be screaming with the headlines: Official suspected of working with mob found dead. Of course, Jack had been given next to nothing about the situation - only that it was an important guy who had been found in the wrong place at the wrong time one too many times and now he was laying in a hotel lobby with a bullet in his skull and it was Jack's job to elbow his way through the vice cops on scene to figure out exactly what happened before the bullet to the brain.

Vice. Which meant he'd more than likely run into Cole's flashy former partner, Roy Earle. The prospect made Jack wish he'd stayed in bed. Or stayed with life insurance.

The hotel, while cordoned off, was already swarming with lookie-loos, despite the early hour. He even caught sight of a woman holding the hand of a small child, no older than five, the woman standing on her tiptoes in an effort to catch sight of what had disrupted the street. Jack pulled into the parking lot, seeing with dismay that, yes, Earle's flashy Caddy was parked nearby.

It was too early for this shit.

Adjusting his jacket and pulling his badge from his pocket, he made his way to the officer standing near the entrance.

"Sorry, sir, you can't - " the beat cop started, holding a hand up towards him. Jack flashed his badge, feeling a childish sense of pride.

"Jack Kelso, DA's Investigator." He waited as the cop peered at his badge, verifying that he was, indeed, okay to step onto the crime scene.

"Third floor, Room 4." The kid nodded in the direction of the front desk and Jack gave a curt nod, muttering thanks before he made his way into the hotel.

The place was glitzy enough and he really shouldn't have been surprised. An official working with the mob meant the guy had plenty of money coming from both sides of the law - guy like that wouldn't have set foot in the warehouse district.

The body had already been taken away and the only people still lingering in the lobby were a couple of homicide detectives and a reporter. Jack breezed by them, making for the elevator and up to the third floor. At least he wouldn't have to deal with the body itself - things like that still gave him the shakes and made it hard to breathe.

The elevator dinged, announcing his arrival and he hesitated a moment in the doorway, catching sight of a small group of detectives wandering in and out of one of the rooms at the end of the hall. Sure enough, a blur of a salmon colored suit flashed by the open door of the room and he sighed.

Steeling himself for the encounter, Jack stepped out into the hallway, not sure if he should be flashing his badge again or assume they would know he had reason to be there.

"Morning, gentlemen." He nodded at the detective closest to him. "Jack Kelso, DA's Investigator. What have you found so far?"

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Roy Earle

✕

I didn't think it was possible to meet a guy with his head further up his own ass than Cole, but at least Cole means well. This guy walks around in his hideous suit thinking he owns the whole goddamn place.

Probably more crooked than the criminals in this town.

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Courtney Sheldon

♣

Courtney's a good guy. He means well and he's smart, but he doesn't know the difference between good and bad sometimes. Needs a good kick in the right direction.

[investigatorkelso]

Cole Phelps

✓ ✕

I guess that's not fair. Cole's not really an enemy. But he sure as hell isn't a friend of mine. He's . . . well, Cole's a man of strong conviction and he has a hard time realizing when it's misplaced.