The One-Seven

Chapter 2: Not So Silver Lining

It was five minutes to eight in the morning when Montoya climbed the steps into the precinct. She shifted the coffee in her hands, stacking one cup on top of the other, in order to relieve her hand from the heat of one of the cups. Idiot kid at the coffee shop had forgotten to give her a sleeve for it and she had been in too much of a rush to notice at first.

Grumbling to herself as she pushed her way into the precinct, she climbed the steps inside the building before greeting the desk sergeant, "Morning Sal," she said over a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Late start for ya Montoya?" he asked, not looking up from the paperwork on his desk,

Montoya stopped, turning to look at the man, eyebrow raised, "What does that mean?" she asked,

Sal looked up, and raised his hands in surrender as he saw the sharp look in Montoya's eyes, "Nothing!" He said quickly, "Just that I figured you'd be here sooner, your new partner has been here since six..."

Montoya looked incredulously at the man, what in the hell had Jackson been doing here since six? Ignoring the desk sergeant, she marched her way into the bullpen. Pushing open the doors, she scanned the room, her eyes quickly latching onto the back of her partner's head. He was hunched over the desk; a phone was tucked against one ear and he was listening attentively as he wrote something down on a large yellow notepad.

Before she could walk over to her new partner, her path was blocked by the aging figure of Roman Cavallo. Dressed nicely in a beige suit which accentuated the snow-white hair and mustache, Cavallo looked like he belonged on the set of a cheap procedural cop drama than in an active precinct.

"Nice of you to join us Montoya," he said, crossing his arms over his chest,

"Bite me, Cavallo," Montoya snarled and made to move past him, but the other detective grabbed hold of her arm.

"You would be so lucky," he said, with deep frown, "You need to get your rookie on the same page."

Yanking her arm free, making sure not spill the coffee, she glared at the man, "The hell does that mean?"

"It means, that this precinct has a certain way of doing things. A way that ensures that everyone stays...happy. Your new partner needs to understand that or we're going to have problems."

Montoya didn't respond, choosing instead to simply glare at the man before pushing passed him. She had only been with the One-Seven for a month, but she had quickly been initiated into how things were done in the precinct. It was why the Commissioner had placed her here in the first place. As far as she had been able to figure, both Cavallo as well as his partner Marcus Wise, were on the take. She didn't know to whom they belonged yet, but she had her suspicions. And from the way the precinct lieutenant, Davis Winston, interacted with the pair, Montoya was certain that he was in on the take as well.

She walked briskly over to the desk she shared with Jackson just as he was setting the phone down. He was putting the finishing touches on whatever he was writing when she placed the coffee down in front of him. "You're making me look bad Metropolis," she said as she perched herself at the edge, "Coming in two hours before me; man if you wanted to impress me you could have just gotten breakfast." she smirked, Percy just rolled his eyes, before accepting the coffee with a muttered thanks. Reaching into a desk drawer, he retrieved a handful of packets of sugar, before he tore them open with his teeth and proceeded to drown his coffee in sugar. He took a long, satisfied pull of the drink before he set it down on his desk and swiveled his chair around to look at his partner.

"Couldn't sleep." he said simply, "Got too wired up, so I went to the gym, made some breakfast, banged my head against the wall, and by the time all of that was done it was only five-thirty. I said screw it and came in; figured if I was going to be up, I might as well be doing something productive."