Aya AU

[sliceitwithwind]

The bar brawl was magnificent. It spread from the original bar (Dilan isn't sure which one that was) to three or four others, going in and out of them into something not quite a riot but not exactly not. Dilan got involved in the second bar on the trip, but managed to hold his own until the cops got there.

And he very politely sat down with his hands behind his head waiting for them to get around to him. Someone with that much facial metal (eyebrow, lip, nose), that hair, and that size tends to ping the combatant radar of everyone. Ever.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Careful, officer." Dilan says when she bounces off him, and when she comments on Mondays he allows, "There are better days of the week. May I take my hands down?"

[mitochondriaaya]

She glanced at him but it was her partner that answered as he came up to her table "No. You're under arrest too." he noted "Brea, you alive?"

"Bruised, scratched, maybe bleeding." she noted, taking her partner's hand and climbing to her feet. "This one here was at least cooperating? Get some cuffs over here before he loses feeling in his fingers..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Fair 'nuff." Dilan says, shifting from kneeling to a crossed-toes position that he could sit for hours in, "No hurry, I'm good for a while longer."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Maybe you could convince the other brawlers of your point of view?" Aya sighed "They could use a healthy dose of what ever you're on." patience, cooperation, beer. What ever, it was nice to have someone cooperating.

"Hate to break in, but he's going with the van boys now and we're hitting the alley." Danny teased a little grimly. "You'll see them all again soon enough at the station."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan shifts again, standing up gracefully despite the handcuffs and grins at Aya a little, "Sorry, officer, most people just aren't as laid back as I am."

He heads for the van with careful, graceful steps designed to not read like a threat.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm" that was done in two part harmony as both detectives watched him for a moment. Laid back people tended not to end up in massive bar brawls either. Yes, they'd probably being seeing him again.

After the alley turned up nothing.

After Madigan remained missing.

After the quick shower and bandaging.

And after they talked to the first half dozen 'anomalies'. Aya came in with a cup of coffee in her hands and a file before her eyes. It was just the basic information for now but. "...doctor?"

Danny followed her into the questioning room with his own coffee and a cup for Dilan "You're joking right?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Doctor Dilan." he says, nodding and rising politely. "No last name, I'm afraid, my species doesn't do that. Biology and computer sciences, on Ansem's team. For obvious reasons I don't do interviews."

He doesn't look terribly scientific. Not with the cut on his face and the black eye, the wife beater and the scrapes up and down his arms.

[mitochondriaaya]

No, he didn't look scientific at all. Well. They had Pierce running the names at the moment, so they'd know soon enough if he was lying or not. "Right" Aya sighed.

"You mind telling us what you were doing out in the bars tonight?" Danny asked, passing the cup of coffee then sitting next to his partner. "I mean, pardon me for saying so, but it isn't the kind of place you turn up doctors..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Frank's has the best pool table in town." Dilan says promptly, "And he doesn't mind that I drink at most half a beer before switching to OJ. Really, really, really low tolerance."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya reached up to massage her temple as Danny chuckled "Yes, we know about Frank's pool tables. Do you have witnesses who can confirm your attendance?" he waited politely with his pen poised.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan pulls out his cellphone and hands it over, "Speed dial five. It'll be Frank himself."

[mitochondriaaya]

Danny eyed the phone, then passed it to Aya who glared at her partner a minute then did as asked. "Hey, Frank? Yeah, messed up night. I've got a guy here claims to be a recurring customer? Dilan. How long as he been coming...?"

Danny leaned back in his chair watched Dilan as the conversation played out to the ending of "...thanks Frank. No, not today, I'll be lucky to get myself home after all this. See you when I'm not a running on coffee okay?" she closed the phone and slid it back to Dilan. "Years, Danny. At least once a week, usually two or three times..."

Danny noted that then sighed "Right. Alright, Doctor, did you notice anything out of the ordinary besides the actual near riot? Think about how it began in your bar, was there any particular area it started, any new faces...?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Really wish I could tell you, but I got involved after a chair to the back of the head." Dilan says, reaching up to touch it gingerly, "I managed a Curega so I'm not concussed, but I spent a couple of minutes just trying to get my eyes to focus."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Damn it" Aya muttered as Danny flipped the file of notes closed. "Yeah."

About that moment, the door to the questioning room opened and a tall, thin man wearing sunglasses (yes inside, and yes at night) poked his head in. "Yo, he's clean. Well, aside from a lot of bar brawl arrests and bails. Hell of a hobby, Doctor...umm...hey. I read your paper about cross linked relays? Can I get you to sign my coffee mug?"

Aya and Danny blinked, then the chuckling started.

"What? WHAT?" Pierce asked, coming fully in to brandish a coffee mug that read 'All your base' in block letters.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan grins at Pierce and accepts the cup, "No problem. To whom should I sign?" he scrawls thanks for the rapid background, Dilan on the cup and holds the sharpie ready for a name, "It's not a hobby so much as it's a keep Braig out of the hospital."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Pierce" Pierce offered immediately, grinning like an idiot at all and sundry.

"Our tech guy, in case it wasn't obvious." Aya laughed as the mug was almost reverently cradled in said man's hands. "Braig?" she asked curiously, her partner flipping open their notes again.

"We didn't bring in a Braig..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah, he stayed home tonight." Dilan says with a sigh, "Which is why someone managed to come up behind me." he scrawls Pierce's name on the cup and laughs a little, "Usually he's in here, and I'm sitting around casting on the worst hurt."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Thanks man!!" Pierce practically danced out of the room after the mug was signed. Yeah, Aya was totally going to give him hell about the fanboying.

"Well, out without your 'reason' makes it a little closer to a hobby than you previously admitted." Danny pointed out. "Try to stay out of trouble alright? And stay out of the bars for a couple of days...until things settle down."

Aya nodded and finished her coffee "You're clear, Doctor. Who's next on our list Danny?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan says, "Hey. Pool is a hobby. Getting hit in the back of a head is not a hobby. Does this mean I don't get a chance to ask you to supper, Detective Brea?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Room four Aya..." Danny noted as she headed for the door.

At Dilan's question though, the woman froze, nothing but blank shock on her face as his words sunk in. "Well...damn." Danny noted. "You move quick."

[sliceitwithwind]

"What?" Dilan says, "She's going to walk out that door and I'm likely never going to see her again if I don't ask. Worst she can do is turn me down."

[mitochondriaaya]

Danny very obviously was not laughing as the shock stayed on Aya's face "Are you insane?" she managed at last. He was in an interrogation room for chrissake!

"He did get hit in the head with a chair." Danny pointed out with a grin "The polite response, Aya, is 'What time Doctor?'"

[sliceitwithwind]

"No, just very decisive." Dilan says, managing to lounge even in the chair here, "I was thinking an hour or so after you got off? Gives us both time to get showers, changed, and meet. There's a nice cafe about five blocks from here."

[mitochondriaaya]

"No. I need sleep." she admitted bluntly.

"Please excuse her, she's been undercover most the weekend. Tomorrow's better." Thatgot her moving far enough away from the door to punch her partner in the shoulder. Danny ignored her wit the ease of long par5tnership and grinned at Dilan "She gets off tomorrow around six, provided nothing else blows up quite so spectacularly."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Right. So seven tomorrow, then? Out in front of the station?" because nobody is stupid enough to attempt to trap a cop after being seen in front of her place of work.