Day One: Frustration

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Russ just finished getting everything into his office, he could not believe that he has an office! How many new people on the job get his or her own office? He wondered why he got an office to himself.. there was an empty desk, maybe the room has a second person? He glanced at the empty desk and shrugged before looking back to the book shelf as he started putting books away. He could not help but look to the door as people walked passed, many of them looked in and smiled at him, others showed that they were jealous of him. Finished putting the books on the shelf he stuck a small fish tank between two books that were spaced enough to allow just the perfect amount of room for the small tank. Then there was a problem when one of the books fell over. Frowning, the young man took the book off the shelf and went to looking for where he can put it. Glancing at it, he simply laid it on the desk. 

Picking up a container that contained a small Betta fish, smiling a little as he popped the lid off. Then face palmed when he realized that there was no water in the fish tank yet. Laughing he put the container down, picking up the bottle that was filled with water specifically for the fish tank, filled the tank up. Nodding in approval he put the cap back on and set the bottle down on the floor under the desk.

"N-now I can p.. put you in." Russ said to the fish as he once again popped the container lid off and pour the water with the fish into the tank. Sticking the container next to the small fish tank he watched as the fish swam around before coming to a stop. He took a small pinch of fish food out of another container and dropped the food into the fish tank before closing the lid. Rubbing his hands together he made his way around the desk.

Picking up his messenger bag he opened it up and neatly placed his lap top on the desk in the corner, facing towards the chair, then took out the mouse and mouse pad. Setting them on the desk next to the laptop he set the bag down. Sitting in the chair he put the charger for the laptop at the bottom of the drawer. Looking around the room he noticed that he still had three small boxes to unpack. So he got up and walked over to the boxes, popping the lid off of one that was filled mostly with neatly packed note pads, writing utensils and other desk things. Picking the writing pads up he put them in the drawer, then picked the writing utensils up and put them in a container on his desk.

Scratching his head for a moment he looked into the other two boxes, mostly more books. Shrugging he put those on the book shelf as well and put the boxes under his desk. As he sat down a man came into the room and set a large file on his desk, "Here you go Newbie. Enjoy."

Russ frowned as he slid the file over to him, ignoring the person as he walked out, "Thank you." He said as the young man opened the file up, that was when he realized that he was not meant to receive the file at all, "H-hey!" He looked up as the bloke looked back into the room, "I.. I think this file is meant to go to someone else.." Russ said as he closed the file up.

The man shrugged, "Then take it to who the file is meant to go to." The man walked away, tapping the door frame as the man did so.  Russ leaned back in his chair, ok, one file.. he can take it to the Detective that it is meant to go to. Coming to a stand, Russ adjusted his tie before picking the file up as he walked out of his office. He looked around for a moment before looking at the name on the file that it was supposed to go to.  He started making his way towards this other man's office, but was stopped.

"Where are you going Bradford? It's a bit early for a break." A police officer said to Russ as he moved his shoulder away from the man's shoulder.

"I.. I  am taking this.. file to the person it is meant to go to.. which was not me." Russ stated with some stuttering before making his way to the office. Knocking on the door for a moment he stepped into the room, the man at the other desk looked up to him as Russ tried handing him the file.

Russ blinked as the man glanced at the other man at the other desk, "It goes to him Lad."

Russ nodded and turned around to the other desk, and cleared his throat, "I believe this was meant to come to you.. for.. for s-some reason it came t.. to me by mistake." Russ explained as he studied the man in front of him.

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Nate was busy typing rather irritably as his computer as he finished up one particularly violent case. A teenage boy that didn't seem to comprehend the difference between right and wrong. Or rather.. didn't seem capable of comprehending the difference. Those cases were always the hardest when it was a kid. But a kid with a disability? Of course, Nate didn't fault the kid. Where the hell where the parents in all of this? why didn't a doctor insist he be on medications to help or possibly have him in therapy?

Four young women have been savagely beaten by this kid because they had said something to set this kid off. Thankfully, that was all he did. It could have been much worse, Nate figured. He could have raped them or killed them. But no, this kid only beat these women within an inch of their lives before casually walking away. Unfortunately this case was far from closed. The kid was in custody, and now there was the matter of figuring out who he was because he didn't have any identification on him and he was refusing to answer questions. And then, there was going to be the headache of lawyers and court dates. The one part of his job he hated more than anything else. Dealing with two faced slimy lawyers. Most lawyers, in Nate's opinion, were worse criminals than some of the people he'd arrested or shot.

Nate paused to pick up a ball point pen and chew on the cap, somewhat annoyed. This kid needed to be in a hospital, not a jail cell. But.. It was out of his hands now. He groaned as he finally slammed his laptop shut and paused when he noted a young man standing in the doorway of his office.

"What?" came his rather annoyed reply. Nate just wasn't a people person and after a case like this, he was feeling even less sociable.

"I believe this was meant to come to you.. for.. for s-some reason it came t.. to me by mistake."

Nate paused... This had to be the new guy. He sighed and patted a clear spot on his desk. "You can set it there..... First day?"

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Russ watched as Nate slammed the laptop shut, almost wincing at the sound, not because it pained him to see such an expensive instrument treated in such away, but because the man appeared to be frustrated and not really in the mood to be spoken too. The bloke that was seated behind him did not appear to be startled by Nate's action. Shifting some on his feet, he looked to Nate again as the man spoke up.

"What?"

Russ showed him the file that was in his hands, speaking up with some stutter as he tried to control it, not wanting to have the man's frustrations thrown at him, "I believe this was meant to come to you.. for.. f-for s-some reason it came t.. to me by mistake."

He listened as the man sighed, of course Russ spotted the fake accent as the man spoke up earlier, yeah it was only one word. Russ watched as Nate patted on the empty space on his desk, waiting for him to retract his hand before setting the file down gently on the desk as the man spoke up again.

"You can set it there.... First day?"

Russ tilted his head as Nate spoke up, wondering why he was using a fake accent, was he trying to fit in? Or was it because someone here at the station had a problem with the Irish, "Yes it's m-my first day.. Why are.. why are y-you faking y-your accent?" Russ asked Nate curiously, "You sound more I-Irish than English.. I have to say Middle Ireland or Southern.." He added in then forced himself to shut his mouth as  he took some steps back, accidentally backing into Will's desk before stepping forward.

Russ had a knack for pointing certain things out, and would sometimes fail to remember to keep facts and questions to himself, including pointing out when an accent was fake or pointed out that the person was from another location in the world. His only weakness with it was when his partners or friends would put one on that he would point it out.

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"Why are.. why are y-you faking y-your accent?"

Nate arched a brow at Russ. “Come again, Kid?” Nate was suddenly drumming his fingers on the desk as he shot a rather warning glance at Russ. Yeah, his accent was fake, but that was hardly any of his business, wasn't it. Nate groaned slightly, rolling his shoulders with the telltale shrug of annoyance before his neck involuntarily craned to the side. A tick Nate had when he could feel his temper edging up on him.

"You sound more I-Irish than English.. I have to say Middle Ireland or Southern.."

Those dark green eyes narrowed on Russ and Nate slowly rose from his seat and took a casual step towards the young man. “Let me explain something to you...” he began, speaking in a low and rather dangerous tone, no longer bothering with the English accent, the Irish rolling from his tongue, thick and full of scorn. “What I do, and the reasons I do them are none of your business, kid.” He sighed, and then leaned in close, a strange feral gleam in those green eyes. “You'll learn I'm not the friendliest man here. Ask around.. My own partner will tell you I've got the shortest temper here.”

Nate gave a slight smirk before he finally backed off of the man and came to lean on the edge of his own desk and sat, crossing his arms. “But I'm not entirely unseasonable.” He cleared his throat and resumed his English accent. “Want to get a cup of coffee?”

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Russ didn't budge as he watched Nate's expression go dark, he got this response a lot. The young man could say that he was quite used to it. But he could also admit that when he got the urge to say something, he had to say it, there was no such thing as keeping a thought to himself.. not if it was worth mentioning.  But then usually Russ was the type that would rather have himself locked in his office or room with nothing but paperwork and puzzles to work on. Maybe with a book or two in the room with him. He took in a deep breath, keeping his gaze evenly on Nate's.

“What I do, and the reasons I do them are none of your business, kid.” He sighed, and then leaned in close, a strange feral gleam in those green eyes. “You'll learn I'm not the friendliest man here. Ask around.. My own partner will tell you I've got the shortest temper here.”

Russ guessed that Nate's pause was on purpose, to give the young man a chance to speak up. He licked his lips some as he thought of what to say back, he noted on his way into the room that Nate was not one of the friendly ones, that his partner was friendlier than he was, even though by his stance, William is a gentle soul who would not want to get into any fights just by the look on his face, "I was able to tell the moment I walked into your office that you are not the friendliest man around here, I was able to tell by the expression on your face, the way you glanced at the door as I was walking over. Then again as you looked up at me, you looked as though you just want the whole world to just leave you alone. So if you really are not a friendly guy, then why did you choose a field where you deal with nothing but people Detective Cross?" Russ's expression did not change and he crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking back to Will for a moment as the man made a pained expression before looking back to his computer. Russ looked back to Nate, "As for your partner, all i can say is that he decides to keep quiet is to keep things peaceful in this office because he does not have enough balls to speak up when he feels the need to.. not when your angry anyways. But from what I have heard coming from this office, he likes to pull off regular pranks on you. Is that correct?"


Russ became curious as Nate smirked as the man leaned against his desk, the young man was not sure of the reason and wondered if it was because of what he had just said. Surely that could not be the reason though. “But I'm not entirely unseasonable.”“Want to get a cup of coffee?” Russ cleared his throat before replying, "I think that is a good idea, coffee sounds like a nice change over standing here wearing our throats out scolding each other." He glanced back to Will who appeared to be busy working, typing away, then looked back to Nate.

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Nate leaned against the desk, drumming his pencil against the surface, deliberately in beat with the rhythm Russ was speaking, gradually speeding up the beat to subconsciously hurry Russ through his little speech. Nate was also a profiler and his skills most often were used for figuring out the type a person people were just by watching their behaviors. And one undeniable fact he had managed to use to his advantage was this; Everyone spoke with their own natural rhythm. Find the rhythm and tap it out. When you speed up the beat, that person will always speak faster whether they mean to or not.

Nate's little psychological game came to an abrupt halt when Russ asked the question of why. “I dont have to be someone's best friend to want to help them. In any case, if you really want to know why, look at my file, it's on public record. As for Will? Yeah.. He plays the occasional prank.. I think he's earned the right.” he nodded to the cane resting beside Will's desk. The unfortunate accessory to Will taking a bullet for him, landing Will as an almost permanent pencil pusher. Nate was really the only one who still felt Will could more than handle himself out in the field. Everyone else babied him and it grated on Nate's nerves.

“C'mon, newbie. Coffee's this way. Oh... Unless Sybille's hoarded it all.” he smirked, making a playful jab at the American FBI agent’s formidable caffeine addiction.

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“I dont have to be someone's best friend to want to help them. In any case, if you really want to know why, look at my file, it's on public record. As for Will? Yeah.. He plays the occasional prank.. I think he's earned the right.”

Russ crossed his arms, then looked to the caw that was leaning on the desk next to William. Nate did have a good point, even though Russ had no knowledge just to how a man who was dependent on a cane got into the police force. The young man looked back to Nate, "Well I do not know what happened so I can only trust what you have said is true." He looked to Will as the older man appeared to frown as he cleared his throat. 

“C'mon, newbie. Coffee's this way. Oh... Unless Sybille's hoarded it all.”

Russ frowned a little as he was called a newbie again. Russ just forced himself to relax, one of these days everyone will stop calling him that certain name. He stood by the door quietly waiting for Nate to lead the way out first before stepping out and following him, "Who is Sybille again?" Russ looked around, then back to the older man.

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“Who is Sybille again?”

“Our resident Yank... American FBI transfer. Right nasty piece of work if she doesn't have her coffee.. I'm starting to wonder if she keeps herself on a coffee I.V. Drip at home.” he remarked, half joking, and half serious. “She's not too bad so long as you don't get on her bad side” he finally shrugged as he led Russ to the main office where they kept a ready supply of fresh coffee.

He set to pouring a cup of coffee and then handing to Russ to fix up however he wanted... Nate always drank his straight. “So.. What's your deal, Kid? What department are you in?” he asked glancing to Russ over the rim of the coffee mug as he drank it down. While Nate was primarily Lead Investigator, he had his hands in all the biscuit tins, so to speak. When he wasn't doing anything else at the department, he was in Forensics. “You'll probably end up tagging along with either me or Sybille till Will's leg gets better.. Just so you know” he smirked.

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Russ was not sure if he should laugh or not, yes it sounded funny but Nate seemed to be serious about what he had just said, "Well maybe she needs it that badly to stay awake?" Russ shrugged lightly as he quietly followed Nate through the building towards the coffee station. He noted how people were looking at them, none seemed to approve though, "I don't like getting on anyone's bad side, Cross.." Russ took the cup from Nate and went to making his the way he liked it before moving back so that other people can get to it. 

"I.. I work in.." Russ paused as he lost the word. He frowned, closing his eyes and holding a finger up to ask Nate to wait a moment as he tried to bring the word to his mouth, "I work in Forensics." Russ dropped his hand and quickly sipped his coffee. It was not even the halfway point of the day and he was already forgetting his words, it was really starting to frustrate the young man. He looked to Nate again, looking to his cup for a moment, "I'm.. not good with people. I prefer to stay in the lab or my office." He took another sip of his coffee, "With how Will is holding his leg with his hand, there may be either something else going on with it or it may be a lot longer than what you are thinking before it heals." He shrugged, "You may be using me for a bit longer than you planned on using me for."