new york wolves } { of strange vibes and crash courses

[beanchaointe]

Lydia: [she doesn't make a point of hanging around the precinct often, mostly because she's still not sure where she stands with the Hales, though Derek is nice to her when he happens to find her at the scene. Which is why when he asks her to come in to clarify a statement she tries to do it as quickly and efficiently as possible. She strides into the bullpen and blinks because things had gotten rearranged a bit and she's not entirely sure what she's looking for here]

Parrish: [and he is sitting at his new desk organizing things the way he likes it and for no reason, he just lifts his head to look towards the elevator. When he did, he saw the strawberry blonde standing there and stood up.] Can I help you, ma'am?

Lydia: [turns towards the voice and when she sees him there's ... something. She stares at him for a moment before shaking herself out of it and swallowing] I'm looking for Detective Hale?

Parrish: You just missed him. He went to go grab lunch. He should be back soon though. Can I help you with something?

Lydia: Oh. [rude, Derek] No, I just ... he wanted some clarification a statement I made. I can come back later.

Parrish: It'd be better to stay. And seriously, the guy takes like, a ten minute lunch at max. He's a workaholic.

Lydia: [normally she would brush it off and come back in a couple hours but there's something about this new guy that's ... interesting, and she's not sure she's ready to pull away quite yet. So she just nods and points to a set of chairs in front of Flack's office] I'll go ... sit over there then.

Parrish: [nods] Can I get you something to drink? Water... coffee?

Lydia: [she shakes her head] No, I'm fine. Thank you. [And she'll just go sit with her advanced mathematics text book and high heels and wait for Derek to get back while occasionally stealing glances at the new detective over the top of her book]

Parrish: [and he will... go back to his thing but text Derek about the woman waiting]

Derek: [and he's coming off the elevator a minute later, carrying a Styrofoam container with a sandwich in it] Hey Lydia, thanks for stopping in. Sorry about the wait.

Lydia: [thin smile before getting to her feet] It's fine. Where do you want to do this?

Derek: Let's go into this office. It won't take more than a few minutes. [sets his food down inside the room after Lydia joins him, and they close the door]

Lydia: [nods and follows his lead, sitting down across the desk from him and tucking her books towards her chest. Then, awkwardly:] Who's that new guy?

Derek: Detective Jordan Parrish. A recent acquisition from the Beacon County sheriff's department. [smirks]

Lydia: [she nods. there's another beat and then awkwardly, again:] What is he?

Derek: ... Come again?

Lydia: He's from Beacon Hills, he has to be something, right? [okay, probably a bad analogy but she's just got this ... feeling]

Derek: No really, but I get the reason why you'd ask. He's human, far as I can tell. He was only in Beacon Hills for about five years. He was Stiles' dad's main deputy.

Lydia: Oh. [and that doesn't feel ... quite right, but she'll let it go for now] What did you want to talk about?

Derek: [and he will grab a pad of paper and go over the details of her report and needed the clearer picture before he has it and will be able to let her go]

Lydia: [and she will answer whatever questions she can and maybe fill in a few gaps with things she "heard" and once that's done she'll make her way out again]

Parrish: [and he will be coming back from refilling his coffee] Finished already?

Lydia: Just needed to go over a few details.

Parrish: Always a good idea.

Lydia: [she nods before giving him a thin smile as she makes her way to the elevator] But I should go. I'm sure you have work to do.

Parrish: Lowest man on the totem pole - get stuck with all the paperwork. It's my lot in life. Have a good rest of your day.

Lydia: You too. [and with that she will head towards the elevator and take her weird feelings with her]

Parrish: [and he's not going to be able to resist one last look back at her as she waits for the elevator, sipping his coffee]

Lydia: [feels him watching her and tries not to glance over her shoulder until she's on the elevator, and she'll go back to her supernatural encyclopedia boyfriend to discuss this later]

Sam: [and he is going to meet her for a late dinner after getting out of work]

Lydia: [which she will opt for pizza in her graduate student housing because the conversation she wants to have is not for mundane ears] Can I ask you something supernatural?

Sam: [looks up from his plate] Um, sure?

Lydia: When you were doing research on banshees were there any other things that they were ... connected to or something?

Sam: Yeah, there's a lot of creatures that are death omens.

Lydia: [she nods once] Are there ones they're often ... seen with?

Sam: Not really. Though I'd think they would be followed by reapers.

Lydia: Reapers?

Sam: Yeah. They're the ones who come when someone is dying and they will embrace the soul and usher them up to wherever their soul is to go.

Lydia: Can other people see them?

Sam: Normally no, unless they want to be.

Lydia: I'm thinking of a kind that would live a normal life. More like the banshee.

Sam: I don't know then. I'd have to ask my Uncle Bobby.

Lydia: [she nods slowly] There's just this ... new guy at the precinct and ... I don't know. I can't explain it.

Sam: You felt something though.

Lydia: [she nods in agreement] So the only thing I can think of is that either he's going to die soon, which would be awful or he's ... something. But Derek says he's human.

Sam: You could maybe ask?

Lydia: How do you ask that? Just go up to someone and be like "Hey, you kind of wig me out, and since I'm a walking death omen, I'm wondering if you are too?"

Sam: Use Derek to act as intermediary.

Lydia: [purses her lips together and nods] Maybe.

Sam: And I'll send an inquiry to Bobby in the meantime.

Lydia: Thanks. [but what if he's not and what if he's just dying and it's another person she can't save] And sorry. I know this is weird.

Sam: [he laughs] Trust me, not nearly close to weird to me.

Lydia: [she makes a face] You haven't seen the guy.

Sam: [folds his hands on the table] Should I remind you that I grew up hunting monsters since I was eight?

Lydia: Yeah, but it's a little different being one.

Sam: Yeah, I will admit you have me there.

Lydia: [she sighs before pulling him closer] His name is Parrish, I think. If you happen to wind up down at the twelfth for whatever reason. [because defense attorney. It could happen. she may regret giving him his name later though]

Sam: I will look into it.

Lydia: [she nods] And don't tell Stiles. Not that I think you two hang out or anything but he's a nosy little thing and he actually has to work with the guy. I don't want him being weird if it's just ... me being weird.

Sam: I don't really talk to Stiles at all, but I will keep it off the topic list.

Lydia: Good. [she then nods once and waves a hand] Okay. Weird supernatural stuff off the table.

Sam: I'm sure we can find better things to put on the table anyway.

Lydia: I was hoping you'd say that.

Sam: [laughs] What would you like to have on the table?

Lydia: [and there's that flirty coy "my intentions probably involve no clothing" smirk that Sam probably knows pretty well at this point as she pulls him in to kiss her]

Sam: [oh, he likes that smirk. So he will kiss her back, and after a moment just pick her up and put her on the table, leaning down over her as he worked to start taking off his shirt]

Lydia: [yep, that's exactly what she had in mind. It's like he's reading her mind. And she will also happily help him with his shirt and let her fingers trail over his chest as she pulls him closer]

Sam: [and since people are in the house walking around me, just assume that he is going to make it so that they will need to really clean that table down in the morning]

Lydia: [yep, sounds like a good plan. but that's a problem for future Lydia and Sam and right now she just wants a distraction from her very weird day]

Sam: [well, he will distract her well and then carry her to bed to distract her again before going to bed]

Lydia: [good plan. And we will jump back to Parrish?]

Parrish: [yes, because he's going back to work but still unsure about that redhead]

Lindsay: [and Derek is off talking to Flack so Lindsay is going to take her coffee and plop down in the chair next to Parrish's desk] What's with the face?

Parrish: I'm making a face. [he focuses up on her from where he had been staring off into space a bit]

Lindsay: Something bothering you?

Parrish: Just a weird feeling.

Lindsay: Bout what?

Parrish: Someone I met.

Lindsay: Someone here?

Parrish: She was a witness to one of Detective Hale's cases and came in to follow up on some of her questioning.

Lindsay: [there's a beat and] Let me guess - red hair, 5'3", fan of insanely high heels?

Parrish: .... You get that feeling too?

Lindsay: [shakes her head] No. Her name's Lydia Martin. She ... has a tendency to find a lot of dead bodies.

Parrish: Is she a PI?

Lindsay: No. She's a grad student. She's just ... incredibly unlucky. Or at least that's what they say. If there's something more to it, I'm out of the loop on it, but they've never treated her like a suspect or anything so I figure there's a reason and it was just above my paygrade.

Parrish: It seemed she knew Detective Hale well.

Lindsay: Yeah, he takes most of her calls. Presumably because he knows more about whatever she is.

Parrish: So she isn't human either then?

Lindsay: Can't say for sure, but either that or she's really, really unlucky.

Parrish: And that is not something one asks, right? Like hey, so what are you?

Lindsay: Not here, anyway. You could ask Derek and see what he says?

Parrish: I could...

Lindsay: [and she'll look up and see if her partner is back from whatever he was doing] It's not like it's a secret.

Parrish: I'm still getting used to this whole extra world thing.

Lindsay: Well, wouldn't you rather know the truth then dance around it and be weird the next time she shows up at one of your crime scenes?

Parrish: True.

Lindsay: [sees Derek coming out of Flack's office and grabs Parrish's arm pulling him up and after her] C'mon.

Parrish: [is being pulled] Okay...

Lindsay: [and she will make their way over and grab Derek's arm] Can we borrow you?

Derek: Depends on what for.

Lindsay: Information.

Derek: Okay. Can we get coffee though?

Lindsay: Sure. [And she will steer them towards the break room so Derek can get his coffee]

Derek: [getting refill] So what do you need information about?

Lindsay: Lydia Martin.

Parrish: She was here today.

Derek: .... Yes. She is a witness to one of my cases.

Lindsay: [glances out the door to make sure no one's coming before dropping her voice] She's ... something, right?

Derek: [thinking] Well, technically it's not my story to tell. But since it could come up in a case I should let you know. She's a banshee.

Lindsay: Like a death omen. Now all the dead bodies make sense.

Parrish: So does she scream when she finds them?

Derek: She goes into a trance and comes out of it at the side of the body. She usually calls me and I'll come work the case.

Lindsay: See? Really unlucky grad student. [pats Parrish on the shoulder] Nothing to worry about.

Derek: [looking at Parrish a moment]

Parrish: I just had a weird vibe, that's all.

Lindsay: Which will obviously be helped through exposure.

Parrish: I guess.

Derek: It takes a while to get used to the real world, Parrish. You'll get there.

Lindsay: I mean, I grew up with it. But I'm told there's a pretty easy learning curve.

Derek: Same here. But the Stilinskis adapted quickly.

Lindsay: And you're a smart guy. You'll figure it out.

Parrish: That's what they keep telling me.

Lindsay: Any other questions before we let Derek get back to work?

Parrish: No, I'm good.

Derek: Good. Then you two should get back to work. [smirks]

Lindsay: [she nods before turning to guide him out] Don't worry, newbie. I'll buy you a beer later.

Parrish: Ooo, a beer. I could use one.

Lindsay: We'll finish this up and I'll take you to my favorite place.

Parrish: Deal.

Lindsay: [and off she'll go to get back to work. and when they finish working she will take him to her favorite place. .... Unfortunately her favorite place is Freakshow. Sorry Parrish.]

Parrish: [and the sweet summer child will be so confused]

Lindsay: [and she knows way too many of the staff so she will just take him to a booth in the back and get him a beer as one of the gorgons goes on stage to do her thing]

Parrish: [and he is just going to eventually lean over and be like] Um.... I'm confused.

Lindsay: [tries to laugh] What are you confused about?

Parrish: Everything.

Lindsay: Rhonda is a gorgon.

Parrish: What's a gorgon?

Lindsay: Think Medusa.

Parrish: But then shouldn't people be turning into stone and us running?

Lindsay: She's a lesser gorgon. Her potency's been diluted over a couple thousand generations. And she can control it - it's more of a defense mechanism now.

Parrish: ........ That's good.

Lindsay: Yeah. She's super sweet.

Parrish: So you're friends with her?

Lindsay: Oh yeah. I practically grew up in this place.

Parrish: [looks at the waitresses] Work or play?

Lindsay: Neither. My mom worked. This place ... it used to be a lot more trashy, but since Kitty took over it's sort of ... embraced the weird of the city. Kind of why I like it.

Parrish: [looks at her] Your mom?

Lindsay: She was a waitress. She's human, but we caught on quick.

Parrish: I was about to ask if I was the only human on our team.

Lindsay: Ryan and Espo are human too. So was Beckett.

Parrish: That makes five of us.

Lindsay: Yep. So most of the team. Though Espo's married to Derek's sister, so he may only count for half.

Parrish: And I hear Agent Beckett and Detective Hale are engaged as well?

Lindsay: Yep.

Parrish: Interesting.

Lindsay: Espo and Laura have a kid though. Cute little goober.

Parrish: So is it human or a puppy?

Lindsay: Don't know yet. Most don't really ... specify until they're eight or nine.

Parrish: I thought Derek said he was born a wolf?

Lindsay: Yeah, he is. But as Very puts it, social components play a factor too. So Espo's human and Laura's a wolf, so there's a chance that Tommy could be human too - or he could take after his mom. We don't know yet.

Parrish: Ah, okay.

Lindsay: [she nods] So we'll see what happens. But even if both parents were wolves they still wouldn't present until they're eight or so.

Parrish: Why then?

Lindsay: [she shrugs] It's just what's been observed.

Parrish: Does someone have like a book I can read to catch up on all this?

Lindsay: Very might!

Verity: [swinging by the table in her burlesque dress] Very might what?

Parrish: [confused because grammar?]

Lindsay: [points] Verity Price, Jordan Parrish. Jordan, Very.

Verity: Hey. Nice to meet you.

Parrish: Oh, that's a name, not an adverb. [laughs] Nice to meet you too.

Verity: It confuses a lot of people. Don't worry about it. What might I have?

Lindsay: A crash course on cryptids.

Parrish: Or like, a For Dummies guide.

Verity: There is no for dummies guide, unfortunately. There's nothing simple about cryptids just like there's nothing simple about people. But I can probably help break it down for you when I'm not on the clock.

Parrish: Well, I would appreciate that. I'm just trying to learn.

Verity: Sure. If you're going to be living in the city, you might as well be up to date.

Lindsay: Especially if he's going to be a cop in it.

Parrish: Working on a team with two werewolves and who apparently get the non-normal cases.

Verity: You're on Derek's team? Good times.

Parrish: Yup. Just transferred out from Beacon Hills.

Verity: [and her eyebrows go up] Damn. Beacon Hills isn't exactly tame - are you sure you need the crash course?

Parrish: I only lived there a few years when I transferred to the Sheriff's department.

Verity: Ah. So what brought you here?

Parrish: Followed the Sheriff, really.

Verity: Sheriff ... Stilinski?

Lindsay: Yep.

Verity: Stiles is a good kid. Oh! We can use his app.

Parrish: That's an app for this?

Verity: Stiles built one using my family's archives. I'll see if he's got it somewhere for download.

Parrish: Okay.

Stiles: [no, of course not. he's not going to make that public. But there is a private password protected URL that she has an e-mail of the info]

Verity: [yeah she's just going to make hands at him and shove him at Parrish] Anyway, I'm on. I'll have Linds get you the info.

Parrish: Thanks, I do appreciate it, Miss Very

Verity: Just ... Very is fine. Please. [and with that she's off to get on the stage and do her dancing thing]

Parrish: [and he's really trying not to openly boggle at all the creatures he sees]

Lindsay: [will just keep passing him more beer] You get used to it.

Parrish: So you keep telling me. [yeah, just going to dive into that next beer] So why did you become a cop?

Lindsay: [she gives a small shrug] I didn't think the burlesque life was for me. [smirks] And I dunno. I was trying a lot of different things when I was in school and oddly enough, criminal justice was the thing that stuck the best. I gave the academy a shot and it just ... clicked.

Parrish: [nods] Well, that's always a good sign that it is right.

Lindsay: [she nods] And I like the puzzle. Finding the bad guy, picking up the clues - it's the most interested I've ever been in anything.

Parrish: I can see that.

Lindsay: What about you?

Parrish: I just want to help people. Here, I'm able to help bring justice to the worst crime.

Lindsay: And you didn't think you were getting that in Beacon Hills?

Parrish: It was more that the Sheriff thought I would be a good fit here. Detective Hale was losing his partner and the Sheriff offered me as a replacement.

Lindsay: Too bad I got to him first. [smirks]

Parrish: [laughs] You're welcome to him. I just didn't have a lot for me in Beacon Hills as it was. This was something new to try.

Lindsay: Well, if you need a help catching up to our fast New York City pace, you know where to find me.

Parrish: I promise not to be too much of a bother. [smiles]

Lindsay: I don't think that will be a problem. Trust me.

Parrish: Oh, you've only known me a short time. I ask a lot of questions.

Lindsay: I don't actually mind if it's you bothering me. [friendly? Flirty? Where is that line again?]

Parrish: Well, I hope you don't come to regret those words. [grins and sips his beer]

Lindsay: [she laughs] I might not, if you make it worth my while.

Parrish: [yeah, he heard that and he tilted his head] I guess I should ask what your bribe rates run about.

Lindsay: [she gives a small shrug] Beer. Or doughnuts. [or things slightly naughtier but she doesn't want to break him on the first day]

Parrish: How about beer flavored donuts?

Lindsay: Beer and doughnuts?

Parrish: Sounds like a great breakfast.

Lindsay: [she laughs] Or dessert.

Parrish: Guess it just depends on when I'm seeing you.

Lindsay: We'll see what happens.

Parrish: Guess so. [stretches] I should probably head home.

Lindsay: [she sighs and nods] Yeah, probably a good idea. I'll walk you out.

Parrish: Thanks. [and he will find money to give the girls a tip before following her out]

Lindsay: [and out they go and she'll flag him down a cab so that he's not wandering home drunk-ish in NYC] See you tomorrow?

Parrish: Yeah, see you tomorrow. [and she'll get that cute, goofy grin before he gets into the cab]

Lindsay: [oh that grin is cheating. she's so screwed]