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[#005] when you got a job to do you gotta do it well (original)
Theme Prompt: #005 – Minor Characters
Title: when you got a job to do you gotta do it well
Fandom: Original (Paladinverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 860 words
Summary: There are certain things you just learn when you’ve been an NYPD cop as long as Captain Charlie Kilmer has been an NYPD cop.
Notes: An ode to all the poor NPC police forces who are stuck in supernaturally inclined towns and happen to catch the weirdest of the weird. I couldn’t decide on a fandom one, so I went with an original verse instead.
There are certain things you just learn when you’ve been an NYPD cop as long as Captain Charlie Kilmer has been an NYPD cop.
He is fully aware that his city is not as cut and dry as most of the world would like to believe it is. Most people don’t want to believe that there are things lurking out in the darkness, things that can’t be explained and can’t be justified, and he’s supposed to approach them with human laws and try and find justice, even when there isn’t any to give. He’s learned the hard way, in his thirty years of service – twenty-five of which were spent on the streets, trying to explain things he’s seen that are more impossible than anything else, but in the end, all he can do is follow the law and hope that it comes out the best for everyone.
This particular case has hit a little too close to home, mostly because it happened in his work home, so he wants answers real answers – answers he knows that his detectives in the know probably aren’t going to give him. All he knows for sure is that several of his detectives are dead, one is in a coma and the official cause of things was a “gas main explosion.”
Yeah. He’s sure it was a gas main explosion.
All the same, that night when he arrives at the campaign headquarters of Connor MacNessa, the dark horse candidate for mayor who just … appeared suddenly late in the election cycle and finds the place practically destroyed and the candidate nowhere to be found, he can’t just ignore things any longer. He knows that there are answers there somewhere, sitting on the edge of his peripheral vision, but he knows just by looking at Metlars while Callaghan is getting hauled out the scene on a stretcher with a stab wound (from a sword of all things), he knows he’s about to be stonewalled. And he doesn’t like it.
“Alright,” he says, taking a deep breath as he turns to face one of his senior detectives. “What happened?”
There’s a long pause as Metlars shifts awkwardly, before looking up with an innocent smile. “Gas mane explosion?” Kilmer continues to stare the other man down and Metlars, wisely, keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to dig himself in deeper than he already was.
Kilmer sighs heavily, reaching up to rub at his eyes. “You idiots are going to make my ulcer act up. You are making my body literally destroy itself from the inside from all this stress. Do you understand that.”
“I do, boss. I really do. But trust me when I say that even if I could explain it to you, you wouldn’t like it.”
“Is it the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you try me.” He huffs for a moment, placing a hand on his hip. “I’ve been a cop in this city a long time. I know that things aren’t always what they appear to be, so instead of treating me like I’m a poor sap that needs to be handled with kid gloves, you just tell me the truth and see what happens.”
Metlars seems uncomfortable for a moment, shifting awkwardly again, before spitting out, in a stream of words where Kilmer isn’t even sure there was a breath to breathe: “Connor MacNessa was actually an ancient Celtic megalomaniac dictator named Conchobar mac Nessa and the witness that Wilkinson brought in the other day is actually his wife, Deirdre and in basically the ultimate domestic dispute, Deirdre used her considerable magic to drag both her and him out of this world and into another plane of existence.”
There’s a long pause of silence as Kilmer stares him down. “And how did you and Callaghan get caught up in all of this if it was Wilkinson’s witness.”
“See, Wilkinson is actually from a magical family line of protectors called paladins, and when the other ‘gas main explosion’ happened, part of his power got transferred to Callaghan along with a magical edict to find the person that was trying to kill him so she’s been on the warpath ever since.”
“Uh-huh.” He stares down his detective for a moment. “That doesn’t explain how you know all of this.”
“You really, really don’t want to go there, Cap. Trust me.”
“Why? Are you some kind of ancient dragon in human form that follows Wilkinson around because he’s the one who trapped him?” Metlars face transforms into something unreadable at that, almost as though he is trying to figure out exactly how to phrase it, and Kilmer waves him off before he can get too far. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” He sighs heavily before waving a hand. “Let’s just … write it up as a gas main explosion and leave it at that.”
“You’re making the right choice, Cap. You will have a lot less of a headache for it.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Kilmer replies as he walks off to deal with the press he’s sure is accumulating outside the door. “Just six more years until retirement, Charlie. Just six more years.”
Title: when you got a job to do you gotta do it well
Fandom: Original (Paladinverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 860 words
Summary: There are certain things you just learn when you’ve been an NYPD cop as long as Captain Charlie Kilmer has been an NYPD cop.
Notes: An ode to all the poor NPC police forces who are stuck in supernaturally inclined towns and happen to catch the weirdest of the weird. I couldn’t decide on a fandom one, so I went with an original verse instead.
There are certain things you just learn when you’ve been an NYPD cop as long as Captain Charlie Kilmer has been an NYPD cop.
He is fully aware that his city is not as cut and dry as most of the world would like to believe it is. Most people don’t want to believe that there are things lurking out in the darkness, things that can’t be explained and can’t be justified, and he’s supposed to approach them with human laws and try and find justice, even when there isn’t any to give. He’s learned the hard way, in his thirty years of service – twenty-five of which were spent on the streets, trying to explain things he’s seen that are more impossible than anything else, but in the end, all he can do is follow the law and hope that it comes out the best for everyone.
This particular case has hit a little too close to home, mostly because it happened in his work home, so he wants answers real answers – answers he knows that his detectives in the know probably aren’t going to give him. All he knows for sure is that several of his detectives are dead, one is in a coma and the official cause of things was a “gas main explosion.”
Yeah. He’s sure it was a gas main explosion.
All the same, that night when he arrives at the campaign headquarters of Connor MacNessa, the dark horse candidate for mayor who just … appeared suddenly late in the election cycle and finds the place practically destroyed and the candidate nowhere to be found, he can’t just ignore things any longer. He knows that there are answers there somewhere, sitting on the edge of his peripheral vision, but he knows just by looking at Metlars while Callaghan is getting hauled out the scene on a stretcher with a stab wound (from a sword of all things), he knows he’s about to be stonewalled. And he doesn’t like it.
“Alright,” he says, taking a deep breath as he turns to face one of his senior detectives. “What happened?”
There’s a long pause as Metlars shifts awkwardly, before looking up with an innocent smile. “Gas mane explosion?” Kilmer continues to stare the other man down and Metlars, wisely, keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to dig himself in deeper than he already was.
Kilmer sighs heavily, reaching up to rub at his eyes. “You idiots are going to make my ulcer act up. You are making my body literally destroy itself from the inside from all this stress. Do you understand that.”
“I do, boss. I really do. But trust me when I say that even if I could explain it to you, you wouldn’t like it.”
“Is it the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you try me.” He huffs for a moment, placing a hand on his hip. “I’ve been a cop in this city a long time. I know that things aren’t always what they appear to be, so instead of treating me like I’m a poor sap that needs to be handled with kid gloves, you just tell me the truth and see what happens.”
Metlars seems uncomfortable for a moment, shifting awkwardly again, before spitting out, in a stream of words where Kilmer isn’t even sure there was a breath to breathe: “Connor MacNessa was actually an ancient Celtic megalomaniac dictator named Conchobar mac Nessa and the witness that Wilkinson brought in the other day is actually his wife, Deirdre and in basically the ultimate domestic dispute, Deirdre used her considerable magic to drag both her and him out of this world and into another plane of existence.”
There’s a long pause of silence as Kilmer stares him down. “And how did you and Callaghan get caught up in all of this if it was Wilkinson’s witness.”
“See, Wilkinson is actually from a magical family line of protectors called paladins, and when the other ‘gas main explosion’ happened, part of his power got transferred to Callaghan along with a magical edict to find the person that was trying to kill him so she’s been on the warpath ever since.”
“Uh-huh.” He stares down his detective for a moment. “That doesn’t explain how you know all of this.”
“You really, really don’t want to go there, Cap. Trust me.”
“Why? Are you some kind of ancient dragon in human form that follows Wilkinson around because he’s the one who trapped him?” Metlars face transforms into something unreadable at that, almost as though he is trying to figure out exactly how to phrase it, and Kilmer waves him off before he can get too far. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” He sighs heavily before waving a hand. “Let’s just … write it up as a gas main explosion and leave it at that.”
“You’re making the right choice, Cap. You will have a lot less of a headache for it.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Kilmer replies as he walks off to deal with the press he’s sure is accumulating outside the door. “Just six more years until retirement, Charlie. Just six more years.”
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