Post by Scotty Williams on Jul 17, 2021 3:34:02 GMT
Hell had froze over. It was the only explanation! Or he'd entered an alternate universe, or something. Why of all the days SWAT was called in to deal with an armed shooter, that Nathan Cross had been taken off the unit. Demoted to essentially street cop. What was worse? SWAT hadn't even brought down the shooter. Two off-duty officers had, and one of them was Tommy fucking Leiberman... With a sprained ankle no less.
Scotty merely had to follow the steam coming out of Nate's ears to find him in the precinct as the day was coming to an end. Scotty walked through the precinct with that signature walk of his. A mix of "cool guy" and swagger, as he glanced down at his phone. Knowing he had to go pick up Emma from her afterschool program. He was pretty grumpy himself, but not as grumpy as Nate would probably be. Six months in L.A and the Jersian had unintentionally gravitated to the chaotic maniac. Having been pulled from detective duty to SWAT duty one day.
He'd never tell Nate, but he was rather fond of him, and he considered him a friend at this point. What sort of friend would Scotty be if he didn't check up on him? He maneuvered his way through the public safety floor, having to get pointed to where Nate's desk was and spotted him. Placing his phone back in the pocket of his slacks, he held his hands up at his sides. "What is this? What is this? What did you do? Who put Baby in the corner huh?" He asked in an incredulous tone.
From what he'd heard, Nate hadn't always been like this. But from what Scotty knew of him, he was hard working and focused on getting the job done no matter what. Even if he had to cross lines to do it. It Seemed like Burelson had had enough of those lines getting blurred...
"You got desk duty now, and you miss the big day at Mt. Mercy? Natey Babe, are you feelin' okay?" Scotty asked his face took on a look of concern.
Scotty merely had to follow the steam coming out of Nate's ears to find him in the precinct as the day was coming to an end. Scotty walked through the precinct with that signature walk of his. A mix of "cool guy" and swagger, as he glanced down at his phone. Knowing he had to go pick up Emma from her afterschool program. He was pretty grumpy himself, but not as grumpy as Nate would probably be. Six months in L.A and the Jersian had unintentionally gravitated to the chaotic maniac. Having been pulled from detective duty to SWAT duty one day.
He'd never tell Nate, but he was rather fond of him, and he considered him a friend at this point. What sort of friend would Scotty be if he didn't check up on him? He maneuvered his way through the public safety floor, having to get pointed to where Nate's desk was and spotted him. Placing his phone back in the pocket of his slacks, he held his hands up at his sides. "What is this? What is this? What did you do? Who put Baby in the corner huh?" He asked in an incredulous tone.
From what he'd heard, Nate hadn't always been like this. But from what Scotty knew of him, he was hard working and focused on getting the job done no matter what. Even if he had to cross lines to do it. It Seemed like Burelson had had enough of those lines getting blurred...
"You got desk duty now, and you miss the big day at Mt. Mercy? Natey Babe, are you feelin' okay?" Scotty asked his face took on a look of concern.