2020-08-07 - Meeting The New Crime Psychologist

It is the afternoon and an annoyed Paramedic comes into the station. Devlin speaks to the desk sergeant for a moment and takes a breath. "Afternoon Sergeant, I understand that Officer Michaels did not appreciate my reply to his disrespect?" Something about their body language hints this has happened before. The Sergeant replies that Michaels got sent home and apologizes for the confusion of when to meet as it will be next week. Devlin nods, "I know, not your fault."

Devlin then makes his way for where the coffee is to get himself a cup and snipe a bearclaw.

Although her office is upstairs along with the bullpen for detectives and higher ranking officers, Olivia happens to be standing behind the reception desk where the sergeant is keeping watch and dealing with walk-ins. She holds a clipboard in one hand, pressed against her body to steady it while she fills in what looks like different fields. She's dressed in a blue pantsuit and red heels, the top alternatingly gauzy and opaque. Her blonde hair is swept back with an ornamental metal clasp at the back of her head. From beneath her lashes, without lifting her head, she considers Devlin with an assessing scan of her pale blue-eyed gaze.

Some decision is made and Olivia sets down the clipboard and pen on the desk she's standing beside and heads through the door to the other side of that front counter to approach Devlin. "We haven't met yet," she observes plainly. Offering a soft hand for a shake, she offers, "Olivia Kincaid. I took Abraham's spot." And in case he wasn't familiar with the institution that was Abraham, "Crim Psych." The words are an invitation for the man to return the introduction. And that would imply the title 'doctor', though she doesn't say so.

Devlin sets the coffee and pastry to the side, "Devlin McCloud. So Abraham did retire then? I must of missed that. To much over time for some of us of late. A little short handed on my side of the house." And now that you are closer it is easy to see there is a hint of being tired there in his eyes, yet, there a strength to him that all but screams soldier's dedication to the job. He offers his hand, "Good to meet you, Doc. So doing the profiling for the PD then?"

Olivia watches as the coffee and pastry are abandoned. "Devlin Mcloud," she echoes, shaking the paramedic's capable hand with a grip that's neither making a point, nor softly passive. "You're an EMT?" The uniform might have given him away. abraham's retirement. "He did. Just over a month and a half ago, now." Increased overtime. Olivia draws back her hand and considers the man with measuringly. "Things do seem to be ... ramping up of late. Particularly so." To say Dr. Kincaid is perceptive is to say the August sun is warm. She takes in all Devlin's details including the fatigue in the eyes, the determination, and the curious way he greeted the sergeant. "Olivia is fine," she offers when he calls her Doc, though there is a hint of a smile with the words. Rueful? Possibly. "Profiling. Precinct evals. Interrogations. And some forensics, though Harvey is absolutely the lead there on the evidenciary end of things."

"If you don't mind me prying, what happened with Michaels?"

"Devlin is fine, Olivia." He is polite and then explains, "I'm not sure what Michaels' true issues are. If I was back in Division, I'd say he has a bad case of jumpwing envy. His attitude and words are always disrespectful of the EMT's I ride with and myself every time we answer a call to a scene he is at." Devlin picks up the coffee to take a sip from it but leaves the food alone at the moment. "I'm a 68 Whiskey, Army for Combat Medic. Four tours with the '04 and still in the guard these days. As to Micheals, he made some comments about my new Cherr.. Rookie.. It made her nervous, not what we need when treating someone with glass cuts from falling through a window. So, I let him know that I did not appreciate it and let him know I would be filing a report." There is this smile to Devlin that to some might be unsettling (the patented evil NCO smile) , "I do admit, the phrase may be an understatement bordering on British proportions. His watch commander did suggest that perhaps we should take it to the ring. He has refused every time."

Dr. Kincaid rewards Devlin with a brief but warm smile when he uses her first name. Then he's going into Michaels' issues with EMTs. She nods once as she listens, clearly paying attention not just to what Devlin says but also how he says it. "Combat medic. You've seen some sh--... things, then." The look behind those glacier blue eyes might be approving or even impressed. "Four tours. That's some dedication. Do you miss it? The Army, the adrenalin, the action?" Sure he sees action as an EMT (especially in Gray Harbor), but Olivia is aware of significant differences.

"I'm available to the fire department as well. If your partner wants to talk." The weighted look she offers suggests he is as welcome as his 'rookie'. "Reports serve a purpose. They establish patterns. But you strike me as a man who would find some catharsis in the ring." The revelation of the fact that Michaels has refused that option earns Devlin something of an empathetic-yet-rueful expression from the CP.

"Your right, I have seen a lot. And of course I have a few issues.. " His tone warm and joking in nature. "After all I used to jump out of perfectly good aircraft in to complete darkness while in flight with the expectation to train treat wounded in a combat environment." His eyes come to life for a moment as he adds, "And if you can find something sane about that, Olivia... please let me know. I haven't yet." And a couple of officers passing by bust out grins with one of them chuckling as he comments, "Yeah but your the good kind of crazy Devlin."

"I'm actually a full Paramedic, passed EMT a long time ago. Trust me, I'm the guy you want showing up on your worst day to get you to the ER." Devlin's manner actually humble as he says that. "Do I miss it. Some. I did try to become a SWAT Team medic in LA. Didn't work out for me. The State due to some concerns has been having me see Doc Kosimar for periodic evals." He sighs a little. "She is on a sabbatical at this time."

The fact that she's told she's correct doesn't evoke any sign of arrogance from Olivia. No. Her expression is entirely interested, her blue gaze measuring but pleasant, her attention held as if there were a multitude of details she were gathering. "I can find at least a half dozen sane things about what you just described. It simply takes a certain sort of character for them to fit." She's not agreeable for the sake of being agreeable; that much is clear. When the officers pass by, she takes them in, too, watches the interplay, dips her head to them. One of them smiles. The other looks away.

"Full paramedic then. I'll make sure to put you on my speed dial, Devlin." The woman plans to be severely injured? The fact that being a SWAT medic didn't work out and some bureaucratic concerns led him to see someone for evals finds Olivia rocking her weight to one hip and resting her fingertips loosely there. "Well, I've made my offer. I try not to be pushy about it. You know where to find me." It seems like she may be affording the man space to depart (or eat his danish) as he chooses. "It was a pleasure to meet you, McCloud." She seems to revert to last names within the precinct, at least. Maybe it's a cop culture thing.

Devlin smiles, "I may just take you up on that, take another page from Sun Tzu and preempt the bureaucrats again. I would not be surprised if my file is an easy one to find." He chuckles with that, "Pleasure to meet you, Doc Kincaid. After I finish this and check to see if the watch commander has any questions for me. Off to home for a shower and some meditation before I face plant."