yeah it's a war

Harrison had lost track of how many people he had approached already today. He wasn't stupid- he would have been surprised if any of them gave him even a hint of anything useful. Not only was the hospital a facility for helping people...it was also a business. There was money to be made and reputations to keep in tact in order to do so, but he still had to try. The detective was on his last nerves and already here against his captain's orders.

Somebody had to fucking do it, though. And he was just a minute away from breaking into the medical records department.

"I just need-" Harry attempted as the woman rushed away. Heaving a sigh, fingers pinched the bridge of his nose before he contemplated charging right on into that damn room before he felt the tap to his shoulder. Lazily turning around, he half expected to see security there to escort him out, but appeared slightly surprised to find the doctor instead. Dr. Rhodes, her badge said.

His eyes rose back up to her face then, not letting his curiosity get the best of him as her subtle demand had him quietly following after her. Any other day, Harry would've told her to sod off, but no one else seemed to want to talk to him.

With the door of the copy room closed, he regarded her once more. There was something...cheeky about her, he noted, especially in the way she spoke. Again, any other day, but now his curiosity was piqued.

"It's called protocol, sweetheart," he commented dryly, his non-American accent evident. A protocol he would follow just to say he had before his impulsiveness got the better of him. You know, to kind of help smooth things over. "Somethin' tells me you didn't drag me in here just to inform me of that."

Many would argue that he was, in fact, stupid but that certainly wasn't the point here.

The moment she said "expert witness", Harrison was paying a little more attention to her and what she had to say. Pulaski. Just hearing the man's name left a foul taste in his mouth; a coppery tang as though he'd already used his own teeth to rip open the fucker's throat.

Hazel eyes roamed across her face, taking in that look of disgust, looking for signs of whether or not she was full of shit and maybe just looking for the attention. Maybe it was his own desperation, or maybe he truly sensed her own anger over the surgeon, that Harrison was having difficulty in not believing her.

'-but no one ever believed me that he was hurting the kids.'

Kids. Plural. More than just Matthew.

A dark cloud loomed over him and he was clenching his teeth hard. There was a reason his boss didn't want him on this case, because he knew Harry would likely kill Pulaski if he got his hands on him. Or at least bring him close to the brink of death. However, they had their chance and failed. It was his turn now.

And he didn't need a fucking badge to do it either.

The woman's bossiness snapped him out of his own thoughts and he regarded her once more, his head canting to the side in slight curiosity. Normally, this way she was holding herself would have irked him (and well, it did), but she was offering him help that he wasn't likely to get anywhere else. Plus, she appeared to have her own vendetta against Pulaski. He could tolerate whatever attitude she decided to carry for right now.

"I'm done playing by the books," he finally answered. The detective was already here against his captain's order not to be. He didn't even want him in the hospital unless he was on death's doorstep. Secondly, he already tried to ask the other nurses and physicians, in hopes one of them would have a damn conscience. Instead, one of them found him. "If no one is goin' to talk...then we start by getting the evidence this bloody medical board doesn't want us to see." Then he can punch a hole through Pulaski's head.

"First thing's first..." He held a hand out to her. "Detective Harrison Dravyk." Before, he had caught some of her name from her badge, but was currently refraining from letting his gaze drop to check it out again. It was only the polite thing to do.