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[detectivetroll]

You've reached Detective Nick Burkhardt. If this is an emergency, please call 911. Otherwise leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.



[Calls, texts, and emails are a-okay! He has both a work email and personal email, and an office phone and cell phone. Just specify which one.]

Comments

drunktext to personal cell; 2:45 am

[earnedmystripes]

odo you bellive me now

evryhthings fcucked

fucked

werefu cked

bccaise weere cops onhe newtkork and dwere all gonba ie
die
likeh aatht poor stuipd kid whe trusted us

adn cabdy canyd cancy WHATEVER isnezt shes gona die

wrere sofkced dont yuo get it!!!

this is a terrible wake up call, thanks man

[detectivetroll]

[Nick has to blink blearily at this for a while to even slightly understand it.]

Dude you better be actually dying or really fucked.

No just dying getting fucked is not worthy of a 3 am wake up.

text - personal cell / late evening

[allinvein]

First off: this is not an emergency. Sorry if I was supposed to use your network number instead. :\

Anyway, could you help me with buying a gun? Or more specifically, a rifle?

text

[detectivetroll]

No, for a question like that, I think cell is good.

Is there a specific reason? I mean, yeah, of course, but should I be concerned?

personal cell // text // unholy morning hours

[sassymaru]

i am so bored

where did u go

paaaaaaaaatonaaaaaaaa... :(

omg i love you

[detectivetroll]

I went to bed

Where you should be

It's called sleeping even we have to do it some time

text; noonish

[sassymaru]

NIC K

THERE R SNAK HINGS IN DEAD DISTRIC

WE GT TO DO THE COP THINGEI RIGHT NOW OK

WEHRE R U

text; noonish

[detectivetroll]

Still at the same place I was 20 minutes ago, at the falafel stand getting lunch. The line is huge.

I know, I saw the posts too. We have to head over there soon to talk to that maybe witness who may or may not actually have anything useful on the Clarkson cold case, I thought we could look around and see if we can find anything.

text;

[sassymaru]

congratulations youre not the only other stupid james bond getting himself killed around here

text;

[detectivetroll]

So I'm guessing Ray told you.

11/24 - 11 pm

[earnedmystripes]

so I think what youre doign is stuupid and dangerous

but I guess its npt like you can undo it or back out now so

if I dont want yuo to die I miht aswell support you

[So he might have had a couple drinks to prepare himself for making this concession, because it still fucking upsets him and he's still pissed that Nick did it and only told him when it wouldn't make sense to him.]

im stil mad at you, fpr the record

[detectivetroll]

Drunk texting is starting to be a tradition with us.

And you're right, it's stupid and dangerous. It's a terrible idea, but it's the only one we've got. Will you let me finish explaining now?

11/27 sometime at work; action

[earnedmystripes]

[After this whole debacle, he rather abruptly gets up from where he's been sitting and working on some reports, mutters I'm going on break to Nick, and stalks off toward said break room, head ducked low and pretty much ignoring anyone in his path.

If followed, he'll be found sitting on the sofa, nursing a cup of coffee as he stares somewhat blankly at the ceiling.]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick's pissed off about that entire post and whoever the hell thought it was a good idea to prey on people like that, especially with everything going on, but that doesn't mean he isn't paying attention to what's going on around him.

It's obvious there's something wrong with Kotetsu, and when he reads back through his interactions with the fake chief, he thinks he knows what it is. It's obvious what set Kotetsu off, and given the things they talked about when they were drunk, he has his suspicions why.

It's telling how much the network's changed him when, unlike the last time he'd gone to Kotetsu in the middle of a workday, he doesn't even hesitate. He erases his number from his phone, closes out of his email, and follows after Kotetsu to the break room.

There he sits down on the sofa next to him, slouching down and resting his head back against the top of the couch. He looks at home there, probably because he's slept just like that a number of times rather than go home.]

That coffee isn't going to taste any better if you drink it as slow as possible.

TEXT

[synonymouswithdookie]

NICK IM AN ALIEN

TEXT

[detectivetroll]

...is this pulse related, or bad-alien related?

text;

[sassymaru]

do i have any sick days left

like a lot of sick day s left

y ou keep track ofthese things i dont

text;

[detectivetroll]

...of course you do, but why?

12/14; network PM

[healspec]

[evening, after Lyall helps him track Alex's scent from the apartment]

When did you last see Alex?

He is my roommate and he has gone missing.

[and instead of asking whether Nick knows him first, Ravi's jumping straight to the assumption that he does. why beat around the bush and give Nick the opportunity to deny it when it's already been confirmed by Lyall that Nick was there?]

VALENTINE'S MOTHERFUCKIN DAY

[synonymouswithdookie]

NICK HELP I FORGOT VALENTINES DAY AND NOW I AM IN THE CAR WITH YUJI AND I THINK HE KNOWS AND ITS TO LATE OH GOD WHAT DO I DO

ALSO HIS SHIRT IS UGLY BUT I DONT THINK I SHOULD TELL HIM THAT WOULD BE MEAN

[detectivetroll]

DON'T TELL HIM THAT HIS SHIRT IS UGLY

All right, you're in the car? Where are you going? A restaurant, his place?

text message

[stopinthenameofawe]

so i officially know how to kill zombies and werewolves now.

wtf

text message

[detectivetroll]

Oh man. You too?

SNAK AFTERMATH TEXT

[sassymaru]

IM A DOF

IM A ROBOT

[detectivetroll]

where the fuck are you

text

[atethecanary]

thanks for telling me about your roommate!!!

text

[detectivetroll]

Roommate? You mean Anthony?

text;

[stopinthenameofawe]

[Melissa actually doesn't know whether or not she should share this with Nick. But... well, she needs the advice or comfort or something.]

When are you coming back in town?

text;

[detectivetroll]

tomorrow sometime. why, you okay?

text;

[stopinthenameofawe]

Karl lost his Echos.

[yup. that should be enough to convey her emotions right now.]

text;

[detectivetroll]

Shit.

[yup, definitely is.]

Where are you?

video; I apologize in advance for this.

[scramasax]

[Anthony leaves a message with facial muscles and taut to something not quite so forceful as urgent. But pressing.]

Umm, Nick, when you -- hear this - [Breath in.] - do you - do you also know...

...Reilanin... Bainbridge's... network number?

video; fff never apologize

[detectivetroll]

[...there's nothing encouraging about that, and Nick already feels something like dread settling in his stomach.]

Yeah, I do. I have her cell, too, do you need it, or did something happen?

Text. Backdated to the 21st

[flamberge]

Melissa lost her echoes as of this morning.

Text.

[detectivetroll]

[There's a very long pause as Nick just stares at that message.]

God damn it.

[And then he does almost the exact same thing he'd done when Melissa texted him the same thing about Karl.]

Where are you?

text;

[sassymaru]

what if i said i was stuck in the park without my clothes

how would you

theoretically

feel

text;

[detectivetroll]

...what did you do.

[Video]

[scramasax]

[He's not well-aligned, but that's less out of clumsiness than lack of care, using this for the sake of equivalency to a plain call - and it chases itself thin at the ends, this probably should be treated as positive news, but it's still got to be some complication; either way it's an update...]

Nick - uhmm.

L said he's -- L's giving me a job, at - the -- [Long "e".] -- H-he's the -- [You had that sentence just right the first way, boy.] - At Espresso Yourself - I err -- don't - don't know what I'd be doing yet - but uhmm. He said he - I mean we can - we can try to figure it out...

[And that's probably all that he can really speak for himself on.]

audio;

[detectivetroll]

That's great! Ray used to work there, it's a good place.

[There's a small pause.]

It's what you wanted, right?