Lost n' Found (Closed)

OOC
Carl Peterson
Age 25
Detective
6'2

"PETERSON!!!!!" the name could be heard at the other end of the station " Where the hell is Peterson" the angry tone unmistaken in the ageing Captain as he opened his office door and shouted once again.

Those few officers willing to look at the storm brewing in thier Captains office gave a blank look. It was at this time that a young man dressed in jeans and a white tee-shirt walked in on the scene.

"PETERSON IN HERE NOW!!!"

Carl Peterson took a sip from his coffee , smiled and said "Sure Cap, there's something I need to ask you anyway" by which time the captain had turned his back and was already sitting at his desk.

The door closed behind him ,Carl sat down and took another sip of his coffee

"You made the damm Tv again Peterson , lets see five cars, eight lamp posts a half dozen fences two motorcycles and..." the captain looked at the list " and a Pear TREE , how the hell did you destroy a pear tree "

"I didn't that was ..." Carl said calmly before being interupted

"I DON'T CARE" the capatain yelled " I'm sick of this shit Peterson you aren't never brought in anyone without ripping up my city" the captain said down a smirk on his face " NOW I could suspend you but I ain't gonna do that I'm gonna do something worse ..."

Five minutes later Carl Peterson knew his knew fate and wasn't impressed , "So about my request last week for a pay review " he asked after the Captain had ,had his say.

For long moments the Captain starred ahead , the man was a very good cop , just a total blowhard "Oh yes the pay review .." the captain said calmly before he exploded "YOU CAN STUCK THAT FUCKING PAY RAISE RIGHT UP YOUR FUCKING ARSE ....."


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Carl opened the door drawing his gun "Hello" he asked the empty house "I'm a Police Officer, Hello"

Carl moved into the house now it was tidy clean no obvious signs of a struggle so where the hell was this old man who hadn't bother to show for work for a few days .

"Hello" he shouted a few more times as he walked the bottom floor ending back up my the stairs.

Taking them quietly he walked along a corridor opening doors turning a corner he saw a door broken down . Carl brought his gun up and walked to the broken door taking a quick look in he saw a man and an anthromorphic.

He then moved his body into the door frame his weapon pointing at the cat, no girl no catgirl thingy..."wow there I'm a cop" the man looked ...yeah dead , case closed and the cat could go to a farm , unless the cat killed the man and yet thier was no obvious body damage "Can you move away from the body ...ah Miss ....ah Cat"
 
Kit's ears flickered at the sound of the cop, she looked up but didn't move a slight growled escaping her lips as she looked at him cautiously. "He died." she said in a pur her tail flapping in a brisk warning of things to come should this man pose a thread.

"Who are you?" she ask knowing he had identified himself but wanting more to know his business in her house. She was not causing in trouble and she had kept to herself thus far. Part of her wondered if he'd insist on taking her to a farm. Like hell she would go quietly but for now she remained cautious of the stranger as he checked her father's body for any signs of life. None obviously and that was enough evidence the cop would need to send a crew in to take the body away, and a second to ship her off to a farm.
 
Carl took a step back, after checking for a pulse and finding none.

"My name is Carl and as I said I'm a cop , we got a call from this man's employer worried that he hadn't come in to work or responded to attempts at contact" he looked at the female anthromorphic away that she had the bulk of an adult human and the agility of a feline which made her dangerous, so his gun while not pointed ta her was still out.

What he needed was animal control, " So do you ah, belong to the old man or some sort of pet companion or what" Carl knew at some level he'd managed to insult the anthromorphic but since she wouldn't be his problem in a short while what would it matter?.

All he had to do was keep his nose clean for a few weeks let the captain have his fun and he'd be back out there dealing with bad guys instead of conversing with cats.
 
She growled an insult was correct but soon the growl dimmed she didn't have the fight in her. "He's my father." she said simply slipping off the bed. She covered him completely obstructing all view of her father's form.

"He wasn't feeling good a few days ago I'm not sure exactly when he passed but it was sometime probably early morning. He didn't answer his door when I came." she looked to be about to cry but did not sitting on the floor looking up at the guy.

"Am I going to be taken to those farms?" she asked hopefully, more so she didn't want to go. Maybe they'd let her stay here. She wouldn't cause trouble and beside, she could look for a job. It wasn't like her type were uncommon she just need to keep to the rules lay low and all would be fine. "I want to keep my father's house."
 
Father? , okay that was not expected , welcome to the brave new world he thought sarcastically to himself.

"To be honest I, well that is to say I'm not sure where you'll be going , as for the house thats not my call it depends on a lot of things..."

Carl looked at the anthromorphic she sure had a body on her, damm its a bloody cat , Carl cautioned himself knowing that wasn't correct for their was as much human genes in her that feline.

You will be 5'10 blond world class tits and legs that go all the way up , that was the common request when answering the call of a distressed woman , funnily enough the cat in front of him was as close as he had even gotten to that request.

He holstered his weapon "Well miss if this is your fathers house I can't see why you can't stay here " his manner was gentle and in truth if she had been human there would be no question of that , he equally had no doubt this anthromorphic was going to screwed out of her house .

"So whats your name miss? and just how old are you? "
 
"Kit Kusanagi.. my pah cause me Kitten though." she shrugged a bit sitting on the floor near the bed. Her ears perked up in a hopeful gesture as her tail swished about her equally hopeful. "So I may be able to stay here?" she questioned again.

Though she had heard his question of her age she wasn't so sure she'd like to tell him. But after a moment of silence between them she did. "I'm twenty five." she said softly. Then stood to her feet to stand near him. She sniffed him a bit the giggled. "You smell like bacon." It was a mere coment but she felt like saying so.

"Um...should you be calling the coroner or something?" she asked after that. "My pah's been here for a few days now and I don't think I like the idea of him decaying in this place." She wondered if he left behind a will. Well as soon as his lawyers found out more or less she'd hear from them.
 
"Yeah coroners would be good " his eyes widened slightly as the cat...ah Kit smelled him , he wondered if the comment meant she was hungry and going to eat him. Damm


Carl took a step back and spoke into his radio ..now what the hell was his call sign "This is Peterson comeback "

For a few seconds nothing until a slightly bemused voice came back at him 'Carl you're meant to use your call sign'

"That you Claire?"

'Yes ...' there was a sigh ' what have you got'

"Ah yeah a dead one at that missing persons request looks natural , I ah also have his daughter here...she's ah" Carl looked at Kit "...helping me with my report, Peterson out"

Now why didn't I just mention she was an anthromorphic?, because she'd be sent to a farm straight up came his answer . The next question unanswered , for now, what did that matter to him .

"Best leave him for now Miss ,we can wait for the coroner downstairs"
 
She sighed following him downstairs. Going down the hall once on ground level she went to a empty room for a moment before returning with a white tank top and simple jeans. She didn't bother with shoes for now but then she didn't normally wear them.

Coming back out she met up with Carl smiling demurely feeling a bit out of place even in her own home. "Would you like something to drink while we wait?" she asked heading for the kitchen to pour herself some juice. She smiled looking to Carl for a moment then the smile dropped. "I'm not stupid. Once the coroners get here and find out who I am your people are going to send in the pound to take me to an animal farm. I know I won't be able to keep the house..." she said softly realizing her mistake from earlier of being hopeful.
 
Carl eyed Kit as she made that statement , it wasn't longest shot in the world and it was no use lying to her. "Yeah I think you will at least until they work out what to do with this house"

He took the juice she looked more human in clothes it was all disconcerting because if she was human he'd have it in the back of his mind to check up on her in a few weeks.

"Look I'm no lawyer but you got to have some rights to this place at some level but yeah they equally won't let you stay here on your own so unless you have another place to stay I'm afraid they'll take you to a farm" he'd seen one before it looked like a barrel of laughs no wonder Kit didn't seem overjoyed at the prospect.
 
Kit sighed realizing things were just not going to be how she had hoped. "I don't have any other relatives outside of my father. Maybe an uncle but he obviously wants nothing to do with me. The labs have tried getting me back for tests and research but they don't know where I am and I'd like to keep it that way." she said softly taking a sip of her juice.

"The farm will divulge all my information and my location. The labs will come to get me... I can't hide from them if I'm put back into the system." she said. It was becoming a little complicated. If the labs got her back she might as well stick a sirenge in her arm and call it a life.

Though it was a farfetch idea she turned to look to Carl for a moment. "If there was some place I could stay at least until I figured out something for myself, it be helpful. Would you happen to know a place?"
 
Knew it, knew IT the thought echoed in Carl's mind he opened the door and she bolted in bloody hell. This was going to lead to trouble big trouble.

Than again when wasn't he in trouble to some degree.

"Yeah I can thing of one place it'll buy you some time to think..." he took another sip and inwardly winced as the next words came out "...I guess you could stay at my apartment"
 
Kit perked up slightly her ears shifting toward Carl as he spoke. When he offered his home to her she paled slightly. The idea of living with a complete stranger cop or not didn't seem to sit well with her but what other options did she have right now.

The sound of a siren came up on the distance, much to far for the cop's human ears to hear, but she knew it was the coroners coming to pick up her father's body. They would ask questioned and perhaps want to know other information. With all the lab equipment and other trinkets her father messed around with it wouldn't be long before they'd ask about the anthro that should be present by way of his studies. That she did not like...

"Listen... I can't stay here. The coroners are on the horizon and I have a lot of things that will lead to questions and concerns of an anthromorph. Tell them nothing about me. My father is known for his work, it will explain the anthro items and trinkets throughout the house. Um... " she scratched her head thinking, but quickly went about the house pulling out a duffle bag and stuffing it with the necessities before going to the garage to toss the bag within her father's car. She'd driven before a few times actually but never during broad daylight. It would be tricking hiding herself. Returning to the main room she went to a closet and pulled out a hoodie putting it on and pulling the hood over her head. She managed to wrap her tail around her waist hiding it under the sweater.

Coming to lean against the door frame of the kitchen she looked at Carl with a solmn look. "Are you sure you want me to stay with you for a while. I can find my own place to lay low until things clear. I don't want to invovle you with my problems if its not necessary."
 
She looked almost human now , Carl shook his head "No its all good, if I'm going be in trouble for this I'd prefer to know where you are " he smiled wondering why he was leading with his chin.

Again!

It wasn't even about his regualr demolition of parts of the city but more about his relationship with females, one of his high school buddies called it 'leading with your dick' and somehow that seemed more apt.

"Corner of West and Oceanview Apartment 5C the door code is ..." he hesitated he hated giving the code to anyone "...6718, I'll be there by 5"

If he smelt like bacon she smelt like trouble a big fourlegged cat full of Trouble and for some reason he was leading with his dick.
 
Nodding she thanked him walking past him with a questioning look. He seemed to be a little unsure but weren't they both. She didn't know him for anything and he her, so why would he even consider letting her crash at his place?

Sighing she hurried to the garage, slipping into the car. Thankful for her gynetic enhancements she could retain information for years to come. The sirens were getting closer there was time for her to move the car and head out. As she did so peeling out of the drive. The garage door closed behind her automatically as she took off for Carl's appartment.

The coroners showed up by then, coming to a stop in front of her home where they knocked on the busted door.
 
The coroner looked at the busted door , he knew this officer by reputation and seeing damage wasn't entirely unexpected.

Carl chose not to stick around the room as the older man went to work, the coroner was rumoured to have an incredible sence of humour yet funnily enough he never showed it when Carl was around.

Carl investigated the rest of the house for while it was a foregone conclusion that the old man had died naturally , Carl was sure of that, he wanted as much info as he could gather about Kit.

If he was going to put his neck on the line for the cat , he sure as hell wanted to know where the axe for going to fall from.
 
Taking her time to get to Carl's appartment, Kit though for a moment on what she could do. She didn't plan on staying here for too long but society today didn't trust anthros. Unless they were watched carefully by humans it seemed to them that anthros were a little more than pets.

Still it was better than being carted off to an animal farm. So she quickly parked and got her things being certain to keep herself hidden from eyes. Punching in the code she stepped into the apartment sighing as she noted the man's bacheloresque pad. With a slight smile she stepped in quickly closing the door behind her before anyone spied her.

Looking around she noted the place was kept clean surprisingly, she checked the fridge and wasn't a bit surprised. The guy barely had anything to eat. Thinking she figured as an offering she'd make something for him when he got off... but first... shopping.

Thankfully she had some friends and pulling out her cell she called them up. Placing a few orders at the grocery store she watched the window until a young man came to the door. Knocking he set the food down, she placed a few bills under the door to which he took and continued on his way. Once she was sure it was clear she opened the door quickly snagging the foods and closing the door back.

Putting the food away and taking some time out to take a shower and relax for a while, Kit got right on her next task. Cooking...
 
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