Aggression and Recklessness. [OPEN] ●

[Munire Kovac]

A squad car arrived in front of the entrance, Munire opened the door and got out from the driver seat. She was not in good shape as she got a bleeding nose and serious bloody lip, Munire was not in good mood today. As she reached to the squad car's backdoor, Munire opened it and there was a person in there and he was cuffed. "Come on," Munire said coldly as she grabbed the man's collar and dragged him out from her squad car. The person was far worse than Munire, he got more bruises on his face and he was limping. Munire pushed him without stopping down and both of them made through the entrance of the police station.

The man was one of the suspects and might be connected to a murder case and Munire founded him in a bar. Instead of going quietly back for questioning, this man resisted and when Munire tried to reach him, the man punched her without knowing what was the consequences. After the man tried to attack her for second time, Munire fought back and punched him several times before she tossed him down and cuffed him, the man was drunk. As they passed by, every police and officers in the station looked at Munire but she did not care about it, she just walked the suspect into a holding cell which filled other criminals. Munire motioned her head to the police officer to open the door, "Come on, lady. You can't put me int here along with 'em!" the man said to Munire as the holding cell's door opened by the police. "It will be a blossomed friendship among you and them, get your ass in there!" Munire pushed the man into the cell and she slammed the door close. "After you're sober and temper cool down, then we'll talk." Munire said to the man and she walked away from the holding cell

"Tsh..." Munire tried to reach her hand to her injured lip but she felt the pain. Lucky that the man did not used a bottle or a chair otherwise Munire had no doubt that she will do worse on the man, and she hate to be stitched. Munire reached towards to her desk and sat down onto her chair, she pulled out her drawers and looked for any first aid kits. Back then, she knew a thing or two about first aid in the Army but she was no Medic, she was a sniper. At first she wanted to join SWAT but she founded that SWAT had more spare times than other police forces, mostly they got into action if there was a hostage situation. Right now, there was no first aid kit in her drawers and she was groaned about it. "Any of you got first aid kit or somethin'?"

[Aric Delancy]

Aric had been working on a case for some time now. Though it was one of many this one in particular bothered him more. He was trying to get a profile on someone he'd never met, but the pattern he'd picked up on did not sit well in his gut. If he was correct in his assumptions this particular criminal was someone with very little social ties who had little attachment to the value of life. A criminal like this could easily become a far more dangerous criminal and even a serial killer, but there was nothing he could do directly until he was captured. All he could provide was his opinions and advice and try to help the police narrow down the suspects. He was the one behind the scenes that got into the heads of the criminals. The one that identified their personalities and traumas. The one that made them give over the information they needed while trying to maintain the small threads of humanity left in the people he dealt with. It was an exhausting, but fulfilling job. At least when he was able to help.

When the detective entered the station with a prisoner in grasp Aric did take notice. As he did of everyone who entered or left the facility. After all, they were links in the chain he needed to capture those who needed to be brought to justice. From the police patrols and detectives, to the forensics, and even the judge when it was all said and done. He was just another link in the chain of justice himself and he rather liked it that way. He had fixed himself some coffee when he heard the woman call out for someone with a first aid kit.

It was then thathe got his first look at her features and what she'd endured, but he could assumeby looking at her that she was the sort that would not let this slow her down. "I have one in my desk, Detective." He stated as he gestured toward the back of the building where his space resided. "If you would not mind following me I could retrieve it for you." He stated with a strong French accent lacing his tone.

[Munire Kovac]

"Tch." Munire slammed the last drawer of her desk, there was no first aid kits after all and she remembered that she used them all already. Little bit annoyed and frustrated, Munire thought that she will be the precinct's laughing stock if she did not fix her injuries. Then suddenly someone said that he got one in his desk, Munire looked up and she saw a man. Well, the man was kind of charming and Munire never seen him before around here, and possibly he was new here. "Hooah... Finally," Munire exclaimed in relief as she got up from her seat, she stretched her shoulders a little as she approached the man. The man stated that he can give his first aid kit if she did not mind to follow him. "Ooo, I wouldn't mind following you." Munire smirked at the man and winked slightly at him, despite she still got her bloodied nose and lip.

And Munire noticed his accents and she had no doubt that the man was long way from home in France, but what was his job in this precinct? Counselor or perhaps medical examiner? He was no cop. "You're a ...Francais? I hope I pronounced it right, I'm admit that I'm not really good in French." Munire said to the man and shrugged a little. Back in her days in the Army, Munire did a cross-training with a French sniper at Fort Benning. Louiselle was his surname, Munire never managed to catch his first name but the French sniper did taught her about some French languages including curses, which Munire enjoyed the most. After that, Munire did not see him anymore after Louiselle departed back to his country and never heard from him since, not even in Afghanistan.

"Ah chladne prijať... Dammit," Munire cursed in Slovak as she felt the pain of her injuries came back, she wanted the first aid kit as soon as possible otherwise the pain might be gone worse if she did not treat them immediately. "I need the first aid kit... monsieur, now." Munire said to the man as she undressed her long coat and carried it on her arm. "Name is Munire Kovac, I never seen you around here in this precinct. What's your name?" Munire asked the man as she started to follow him side by side. As soon as she get herself patch up, Munire needed to get back here to interrogate the drunk suspect and she knew that the suspect will not able to fight her because if he did, he will be charged for assaulting a police officer even though he was clear off the suspect lists.

[Aric Delancy]

If Aric had not known better he would have expected someone else to help her, but he knew these people far to well. He knew their behavior patterns, the chances of change in their behaviors, and paid close attention to any hints that might have popped up about a sudden more unexpected change. Nearly everyone had some readable traits, but there were still a few he'd yet to actually have a chance to talk to in depth. This woman was one of them, but he'd already begun picking apart her behaviors and personality through her actions the moment she noted of his existence. The smirk and wink she gave in response to his own request had amusement bubbling within him. She was confident and, based on the injuries upon her person, quite strong willed. "Wonderful my desk is just this way then. " he stated gesturing toward in it's direction as he began to walk that way.

Aric laughed softly, "It is quite alright, but yes. You are correct, but it has been some time since I last saw home. " Aric had no problem sharing details of his own person with even a perfect stranger. In fact, he knew that it often built a sense of trust between people. At least when they were not the sort to become immediately suspicious of such an act, but he assumed based on this woman's little gestures before that she was hardly the sort to become fearful over something like that. Besides she had brought up his lineage first; yes?

The language she'd blurted out next did surprise him, but he couldn't quite place it. It sounded familiar and yet there were some things that even he didn't know. "Ah, yes, quickly here then madame." his accented tongue trickled past his lips. "A pleasure to meet you belle dame Kovac. I am here quite often, but usually hidden away discussing matters with suspects. As for my name it is Dr. Delancy, but you may call me Aric. I am here when I am needed to help with the psychological aspects of a criminal's mind." he stated as he dug the first aid kit from his desk. On his desk was a picture frame with a picture of an infant in the frame. Around the frame was a black ribbon.

Other than this his desk was cluttered with various papers, but the confidential files were locked away in the cabinets behind his desk or on his laptop. He kept both digital and physical copies of each. One could never be too careful when it came to technology. His desk lacked the evidence that he was behind it frequently, but the papers scattered on top of it hinted of the amount of work he did on the daily. He handed her the first Aid kit and gave a warm smile to her as he faced her, "Do you need my assistance with treating your wounds? And may I ask how it is you came by such injury?"

[Munire Kovac]

The man introduced himself as Aric Delancy, thus he added "Doctor" as his title. Much to Munire's surprise, Aric was worked as psychologist here in this precinct and that explained why she did not see him around here. "Doctor, huh?" Munire muttered slightly as she followed Aric from behind. When the psychologist began to look for the first aid kit, Munire observed him from behind and she turned her attention towards to Aric's desk. One thing that attracted her that it was a photo of an infant on the desk and it was decorated with a black ribbon, Munire knew what that meant and she decided not to ask the psychologist about it.

Munire leaned herself on the desk and crossed her arms while waited Aric give her the kit, she hoped that the doctor did not bring out the sutures along with the kit otherwise she will walk away without say anything. Then the psychologist handed out the medical kit to her and Munire took it without hesitation. When Aric asked that do she need his help, Munire tilted her head a little and handed the aid kit back to him. "Since you're a medical field type of person, why not?" Munire said to Aric and steadied herself a little as if she tried to embrace incoming pain.

Aric was curious about how did Munire got her injuries, Munire chuckled mirthlessly but she had no problems to answer the psychologist's question. "This is not the first time I got them, doc. Let's just say that I'm... often get into a scuffle when trying to catch down a suspect or offender." Munire said to Aric as she rubbed her forehead with her hand. Her nickname as "The Brawler" around the precinct was fitted her aggressive personality, she often got into scuffles with suspects and she ended up victoriously but mostly the suspects started the scuffle first. "I don't think that there's stitches involve in this right?" Munire asked Aric with her slight nervous tone, she did not know that what was her injuries' condition.