Check-ups and dark times

Aya plastered a smile on her face and accepted Kyle's help up from her desk. Heavy sprain, fun fun, meant light duty and a crutch when she walked. That meant Kyle 'hovering' when he wasn't out on the street, trying to take care of her.

Trying to be Traver.

Attentive, slightly worried, trying to cheer her up.

Today he looked more worried than he'd been aiming for recently though. "Streets are getting nasty out there Darlene." It had him on edge.

It had a lot of the precinct on edge in fact.

Streets were getting nasty and dark as the month turned cold. The crazy before Christmas.

On purpose, naturally.

Darlene managed to look a bit clueless. She'd been chained to a desk after all, typing up old reports and other scut work. "It's always bad out there Kyle, it's New York."

"Yeah, but this is...you know Traver..."

"Traver isn't a bad man Kyle!" There was a distinction! There was! "Don't. Just don't. And he's coming to pick me up today. I have an appointment with the doctor, a follow up, and he's getting a car." So there Kyle. So there.

"He's, Darlene! Listen to me!"

"No Kyle. You take a shower and think hard before you talk to me again. You've had a rough shift and it shows." She thumped her way toward the front of the precinct, obviously annoyed. "Glad your jacket got cleaned up though, it's gettin' damn cold out there." It was December after all.

Kyle gaped, then flushed red at the intimation that he was dirty or smelly or something. He'd show Darlene. She'd pay for that eventually. For now though..."Get him to sign a work release alright? You need to be back on the streets!" For perspective.

"You don't rush healin' Kyle." she said placidly before the glass doors closed behind her.