2019-09-15 - You Are Not Authorized

Again, another sleepless night for the most part. How long could someone go without sleep before being able to sleep through anything? "Would you shut up?" Sleeplessness did that to Shauna. That whole clinking tin on the bars. She sits up and pushes her hair out of her face. It's in a crazy disarray. She gets to her socked feet, wearing her striped clothes and paces around.

Through into the Holding Cells walks a blonde who pauses to speak with an officer down the corridor only briefly. The two exchange quiet words, a laugh, and then Sutton wanders on through when the uniform wanders off to grab a snack and a short break.

Sutton wears an old Seattle FD tee, the logo on the chest faded and the large black letters on the back cracked: PARAMEDIC. Running shorts and running shoes complete the look. She glances over at Shauna. "I heard there was a redhead down here. You doing ok down here." She looks at the bars, then her hazel-eyed gaze flicks to Shauna again. Ugh. Holding cells.

"Redhead specifically? It must have been from a male." Shauna twists her lips into a wry grimace. "Had it been from another woman it would be something about gender. There's a woman in the holding cell. We're classified by our hair color to the males, eh, blondie?" There's no acid in her tone or anything, her smile inches up a little. "I'm okay. Not sleeping well. There's someone who thinks it is humorous to bang the bars with a tin can at all hours."

"If you haven't been flirted with by at least four officers by now, they're blind, and they're always chatty." Sutton shrugs her bag off and drops it to the floor, unzipping it. "I was a brunette when I came here. Most of them just call me legs or beautiful, if they're trying to get a date. It never works, but they do try. I think the blonde hair confuses them now." She pulls a bag of donuts from her pack. They're a bit squished. "I raided the break room on my way through."

She glances around, but doesn't appear to hear anything now, at least. "That's just rude."

"Three or four so far and no one has flirted. Rick, de la Vega, that big guy, I don't remember his name and there was the chief. Yeah, no luck in that department. Couldn''t even get one of them to let me out in the yard for a smoke. Like I'm a criminal or something." Shauna, don't quit your day job. She approaches the bars and looks at the donuts. "Squished or not they look good and smell even better. Do cops still take donut bribes?" Her green eyes take in the blondes hair. "Which do you prefer? Blonde or brunette?"

"No one? Huh. Moretti obviously hasn't been down here, though, to be fair, he's never flirted with me in a holding cell either." Everywhere else, yes. Holding cell? No. Sutton opens the bag. "I have chocolate cake with glaze, a boston cream, and strawberry glazed." She hands over the bag.

"Pick what you want and just give me the one you don't. I ran here and I'm starving." She shakes her head in the negative over bribery. "These are cop donuts. I'm a donut thief. Oddly, you usually can't bribe them with donuts. Bourbon, yes. Donuts, no."

"Men and their priorities." Shauna reaches for the bag with a grateful expression. Peering in she has a hard time deciding. Her stomach growls and she opts for the strawberry glazed and hands the other back through the bars. "Thank you. You sure you don't mind?" Lifting it with questions in her eyes. "Bourbon would help someone sleep down here maybe." A half grin.

Sutton grins a bit at that then glances over her shoulder. No uniform in direct line of sight. "I can get you a smoke, love, but if anyone asks, it materialized out of thin air." She tucks a cigarette into her mouth, digs around a moment more and comes up with a lighter. Flick, flick goes the lighter and she touches the flame to it. She takes one long drag once it's lit, then takes it out of her mouth and passes it through the bars. Her nails are painted bright fuchsia, but chipped. She's probably sweating out a little bourbon after that run. "I like a darker view, but blonde on myself has always been my preference."

The cigarette is eyed like it's some sort of ambrosia and she's a dying woman. That makes her eat the donut all the faster because after eating being without a cigarette is harder. Reaching for it she groans lightly, lifting it to her lips between her fingers. A long drag is taken and the orange lights up the other end before turning to ash. "Thank you. I owe you big time." Leaning a shoulder against the bar, she offers it through in case she needs another hit. Her own nails are chipped, nothing to write home about, her hands are calloused. "Blonde looks good on you."

Sutton turns her head up to the ceiling, blows out the smoke that way. It's unlikely there's a smoke detector close enough to make it an issue if onecigarette is smoked, though this building is probably fairly old. There could be. Eventually, someone's going to smell that. "You're welcome." She does take it back when offered, then hands it back, waving off additional puffs. She has a pack. This time she blows the smoke out through her nose. "Thank you. I like the red on you. I tried it once, but... not for me." She taps a finger on the bar. "Did I hear resisting arrest?"

Taking the cigarette back, Shauna puffs again breathing in deep and blowing it out over her shoulder. "I like the red too. I've tried other colors. I like black on me too. Or really dark." The question has her shrugging a little, unable to deny it. "Resisting arrest." The confirmation given.

"That's not very descriptive. Elbow? Fist?" Sutton hasn't heard what officer was the arresting one. Maybe the donuts are a bribe. "I could see black on you." She leans against the bars. "Are you from around here?" Like small talk across a holding cell is perfectly normal, just another casual social situation.

"Neither, I just tried to run off. Turns out I was weaker than de la Vega." Shauna shrugs, "Before that though I kept driving when he tried to pull me over so that's probably what pissed him off first." Another puff as the cig gets smaller. "Not from around here. Ireland originally until I turned 18. Met a guy, moved to Seattle and lived there until recently. Then he kicked me out so I drove this way and this is where I've gotten so far."

"Oh, I have some bottles of water." She bends briefly to fish one out of her bag. It's a reusable water metal water bottle, not a plastic one. She passes that though as well. Inside is filtered ice water, cubes rattling against the aluminum interior lightly. There's a some amusement in her face when Shauna explains the series of events that led to this cage. Sutton's lips twitch. "Javier de la Vega has very little sense of humor when he's in uniform." Her lips twitch again.

"I want to say welcome to Gray Harbor, but it seems like it's been a bit of a rough introduction." She mms. "Charges of fleeing rarely stick, so they'll probably just plead you down for whatever the original ticket was for, if the judge ever hefts it up onto the bench. Unless you had a shitload of drugs in your trunk or something." Things in small towns sometimes move kinda slow. She rests her forearms on the crossbar and huhs. "I'm originally from Seattle." Her accent is muddled, mostly American with some English edges, on the posh side of English too, with a little London thrown in.

"You're an angel." Accepting the bottle of water she opens it and takes a big long drink. The cigarette is gone by now and she put it out in the toilet to get rid of the evidence. Leaning back against the bars she gives a knowing nod. "Javier? I saw the tag said JR de la Vega, wasn't sure on the name. Noticed the Captain also. He wasn't amused I used my one phone call to call out for Chinese either."

Taking the time for another drink, she adds more after. "I've been a bit of a thorn to him I suppose. It's gotten me exactly nowhere." Maybe she doesn't want out? Not likely, but possible. "I had a joint in the Jeep but it fell out got ran over I think, by impound. Your accent is original. I've done all I can to rid myself of mine from Galway."

"It's my duty to be sure all of our guests are in good health, hydrated, and properly snacked." Apparently this includes cigarettes, not that she knows how the current guest got that cigarette.

Sutton stands leaned against the bars of Shauna's holding cell, her forearms resting on the crossbar. The two appear to be having a conversation. Sutton's dressed in a grey Seattle FD shirt, PARAMEDIC across the back cracked and faded. Running shorts and gym shoes complete the look that says: I was out running and am not currently on duty.

"The last time a uniform asked me for my number, I gave him the number to the local Chinese." Sutton reaches through the bars for a fistbump. "You should always get extra eggrolls. They. Are. Amazing." Except she did hear that one time half the shift good food poisoning from the eggrolls one Christmas. She wasn't here for that though.

"Javier Ruiz. Captain will get you further. Galway accents are lovely. My mum's English." She lifts her hands as if that explains it all.

The acrid smell of the smoke still permeates the area but the evidence is down the toilet. Sock covered feet and black and white striped clothing is what Shauna is currently wearing. She's got a bottle of the water too and she's steadily drinking it down. There's a snicker and she returns the fistbump. "I didn't get to get the Chinese. He canceled the order on me. I really wanted that sesame chicken and egg rolls."

Mostly Shauna looks amused. "Captain. I'll remember that. My accent was fine when it wasn't an accent. When everyone talked like me back home. When it sticks out that's when I tried to change it. Sometimes when I'm good and pissed off, I spew out Irish pretty damn quick though. Accent and all. Probably as fast as the Captain threw Spanish at me. I don't know his language."

Haven steps into the holding area carrying a box of donuts (naturally). It gets set on the desk of the watch officer, who is strangely nowhere to be found. But one look down the row of cells tells her that someone /is/. Though her hair is a pale blonde, her eyebrows are dark and they knit rather impressively. "Donut Thief," she states. "You are not supposed to be here." There's an agitated tone in her voice.

Her footfalls carry her towards the woman in question and the cell she's leaning against the bars of. "You are not authorized."

Shauna isn't even looked at just yet. The interloper must be dealt with first, it seems.

"That's definitely when mine's out of control, or after I've spent some time in the company of anyone from England." Sutton nods. "I does make you stand out, and people always have questions." Always. "Aw, cancelled takeaway is the worst." There's a pause and then the blonde says, "Damn, now I want sesame chicken and egg rolls." There's another twitch of her lips and she says, "The beautiful thing about any language is you can always get the gist from the tone."

The intonation of donut thief from behind her brings a smile to Sutton's lips. A full one this time. You are not authorized only makes her tip back from the bars and glance over. "Little wellness check, love. Did you bring donuts?"

"That's true and he was plenty pissed off. I don't amuse him any." Shauna notices the new arrival and since she's not being looked at she does a quick wave of her hand through the air to get rid of the cigarette evidence. "It does always invite questions where you want to answer them or not." She watches the interaction between the two but addresses Sutton instead. "I've got a standing order there for sesame chicken. Soon." Lifting the bottle she takes another drink of the water, the ice clinking in it. She doesn't say much else for now.

There's a bzzzt at the door that leads into the cell block, followed by the clang of it shutting after whomever's arrived. And the whomever happens to be a certain surly Mexican. And a captain, according to the shiny pins at the collar of his duty uniform. Dark on dark, the long sleeves obscure his tattoos today, though he still has that brutish look about him. Like maybe he'll shiv someone for stealing the last boston cream donut in the box.

"Haven." He notes the rookie with a little sweep of his eyes, and then the detainee. Nothing's offered just yet to the redhead. The paramedic last, with a look like did you get lost and wind up in here? "Evening, Sutton," is what he says.

Rolling her eyes, Haven reaches over and sets a hand on Sutton's shoulder. It's a light touch, not a Heavy Duty Vulcan Neck Pinch just yet. It's right about then that Ruiz enters and without looking back, her spine straightens involuntarily. "Captain, sir."

The last boston cream donut is absolutely not in a deli bag in the cell right now, nor is the last strawberry glazed, or the last chocolate cake. She turns after a beat when the Captain's voice comes to her ears, right as she's saying, "That sounds really good and..." to Shauna.

Sutton clears her throat, straightens, one hand wrapped around the holding cell bar from the outside. "Captain." Apparently his shiny pins make him deserving of a succinct hello by title. Quietly, she asks of Haven, "Are you feeling better?"

Well shit just got interesting. Captain Javier Ruiz de la Vega comes in and suddenly everyone is all formal. "Officer," Shauna dips her head towards him, face straight even as she demotes him by a lot with that one word. Moving over just a liiiitle bit, she blocks the view to that bag of donuts. She was only going to choose one! That's all she says, gives nothing more away.

Ruiz has a file folder tucked under one arm, and slides a pen out of one of the front pockets of his shirt before clicking it on. His ID badge is prominently displayed, as is his gun in its holster. "Where's Albany?" he enquires of Haven, as if she's somehow in the know about their missing watch officer. Guy's making it look like they're running a two-bit operation here.

He draws two paces closer, stops, and looks at the bag of donuts inside Shauna's cell. Then looks at Sutton. He doesn't seem amused. Nor does he acknowledge the 'officer' aimed his way. "You're in luck," he tells the redhead, without saying a single word to Sutton (yet saying plenty). "Paperwork's been approved, with a provision. We'll discuss the details once I have a meeting set up with the bail officer."

In the long standing tradition of cops having one another's backs, Haven simply states: "He needed a bathroom break. I'm covering over, sir." The grip on Sutton's shoulder tightens ever-so-slightly. The donut thief's question is answered with: "Twas only a flesh wound." (It was certainly more than a flesh wound, but she doesn't have time to bleed, as they say). She motions towards the entrance with her free hand.

The blonde paramedic's hands slip from the bars, and she glances briefly at Shauna. At the slightly tightening squeeze to her shoulder, Sutton bends for her bag and zips it, though an eagle eye might spot a pack of cigarettes on top, and an attuned nose detect that lingering scent of one burning in here sometime in the last ten minutes or so. All other evidence is gone. She hefts her crossbody messenger bag and drops it across her chest. When she straightens, she turns her gaze to Haven first, and nods, gaze dropping to the other woman's upper chest briefly. Was it only a flesh wound? Must have been, since Haven's on duty. It's hard to read her face, but the corners of her mouth, usually slightly downturned, are level.

"I'm glad that you're well." Sutton then looks to Shauna, "Good luck." She smiles then, and steps away from the bars as Haven seems to be so subtly encouraging her to do. Her gaze, at last turns to Ruiz's profile, though he's not looking at her. "Llámame luego, dulzura."

In luck? Oh Fuck. Panic lifts into her eyes and Shauna looks around. Something that would get her in trouble, not the EMT. Maybe she could punch him. So many thoughts racing through her head and she's not even thinking to hide any of the emotions behind it. "No. Don't leave." She looks to Sutton with a plea in her eyes. Haven is pretty much ignored with the higher ranking man in the room. Walking back she gets the donuts and takes out one of the three and offers the others back to Sutton. "At least have something to eat before you go get your Sesame Chicken." Friendly to her yet wary to the others. "Thanks for the luck." Composing herself she leans against the bars and starts eating the donut but oh she's watching. Watching and waiting for something.

Ruiz's nose is certainly attuned to the bitter, acrid, slightly mellow scent of cigarette smoke. Amongst other things. "That's a long bathroom break," he remarks to Haven, looking over when Sutton does. Though his eyes don't remain there quite long enough to come off like he's checking out her tits. Because he totally wasn't. The paramedic's farewell gains a flickered smile in reply, and actual eye contact for a beat or two. "Nos vemos más tarde," he replies, brows furrowed as his attention roves back to Shauna. "Is there a problem, Miss Carrick?"

When the Captain comments on Albany's bathroom break, Haven just shrugs her shoulders like a good rookie and says, "I'm just covering over, sir. I'm sure he won't be too long." And then she starts to lead Sutton away. They make it a few steps before /someone/ let's out a little PRRRRRRrrrrrrTTTttttt. Which is to say, someone tooted a toot.

Without even a hitch in her step, Haven continues on towards the desk and says (actually it comes out more as a demand, really), "You and I should get coffee sometime." The shoulder is let go of and she casts a glance back towards the Captain and Shauna. There's curiosity in her eyes, if only for a moment, before she turns back to the EMT and says, "There's a unicorn donut in that box that you may have."

Sutton is slow to leave. She turns back to look at Shauna at her request. Don't leave. She skims a glance down the woman, to really look at her for a tick, now that cops are in the room. She pauses, turns back, and takes that half-step in close to reach through the bars to take the donut. "You'll be fine, love. I promise you." She's quiet for a tick, looking at the woman for a long moment. "You'll be treated fairly." She sounds so sure of that, at least with these two cops in the room. "Some cops are utter dicks. These two are professionals, most every officer in this department is alright."

When she looks at Ruiz, the slight narrow of her eyes suggests maybe she thinks he was checking out her tits. In reply to whatever it is he says, she replies with a very pointed, "Espero que eso no sea todo." There's a pause of a few beats. "Ella es una chica dulce. Creo que tiene miedo de algo." And then she's being led away by the gassy rookie.

"We should get some coffee. We will." And then, apropos of toots, she says, "Moretti has some bean-o in his locker." Ever helpful, ever in the know about who keeps what in their locker on both sides of the building. How? It's a mystery! "I could use a hit of sugar, thanks. Hey, crab cakes special at Fried Fish this week. How about we go for dinner..." The rest of what she's saying trails off as they wander off.

"Fíneáil ach fíneáil." Shauna tells the Captain in her native language. Mostly her eyes remain on Sutton's. She holds the bars, the one donut she had taken is on the bed, the pillow since the case had hopefully been washed and it was safe there. She just watches Sutton before finally nodding. "Thank you."

Ruiz watches the pair of blondes go, his attention somewhat more on the paramedic than his fellow cop. Professional by a thread, he refrains from replying to her initial remark, though does answer the latter with a curt, "Entiendo." The time is checked on his watc, and something jotted down on the paperwork he's holding before it's slid back into the folder, and his pen into the front pocket of his shirt. The Gaelic, if that's what it is, he clearly doesn't understand a lick of. Thus, it's ignored. "If there's nothing else, then good luck. It shouldn't be long before you're out, Miss Carrick."

Off the blondes go, probably talking about food. Haven doesn't let go of Sutton until the two are beyond the holding cell area, though the donut box does open, and they disappear around a bend. No doubt the rookie cop will return when she sees Captain de la Vega exit the hallway, unless Albany gets there first.

Shauna just watches them go and walks back over to have a seat on the cot to eat the donut while he tells them goodbye. She doesn't miss the way he looks at the paramedic but she doesn't add anything. That is until he talks to her again. "How long?" The question thrown out there.

"Tomorrow, if you're lucky." The captain's dark eyes shift to focus on Shauna's as she settles in with her donut. "If you're very lucky. Could be a few more days, depending on how quickly I can get you a hearing." Will he be in a rush to do so? Well, that's a good question, isn't it. "Any other questions before I go?"

It's tough to ask but Shauna does anyway, not wanting to ask anything from him. "Can you hold it off to the few more days option?" No reason why, but she asks anyway. "If that's a viable option."

Ruiz glances off in the direction Haven and Sutton went, then back to the girl sitting on the cot in that cell. There's a slight tic in his jaw as he regards her, like he's trying to suss something out. "When I ask you a question," he offers eventually, voice all smoke-roughened warmth that somehow.. isn't. "I expect an answer. If you can't give me an answer, I will go. Because I've got better things to do with my time than play games with you, Miss Carrick. Do you understand?"

Shauna looks after him, confused. "You asked me if there were any other questions. I asked a question in response. What more do you FUCKING WANT FROM ME?" Yelling the last of it she doesn't get up from the cot.

That's a good question. What does he want from her? And the answer is, "Nothing at all." Clipped, stone cold. The door opens a crack, and then slams shut. "Good luck," is repeated before he turns and moves off, right as Albany returns looking a little green about the gills. "Did you eat the chili in the cafeteria again?" queries the captain on his way by, shooting him a sympathetic smile. "Not answering that question, sir, on the grounds it may incriminate me," grumbles Albany.

Shauna keeps herself composed as she watches the Captain. It's his parting words that cause a flinch almost like she'd been blind-sided. A hand runs through her hair and she looks bleakly towards the barred window. "Trapped or free. Each an equal hell all its own." The donut finished she lays back on the bed and covers her eyes with her forearm and whistles Patience again.

Until Albany tells her to stop.