The Usual Suspects (Aviva)

[Jason Blade]

Jason Blade laid on the bed in his high-rise apartment that he had rented out for the week, in the middle of downtown London. He had taken a business trip to get some supplies for his restaurant, Magical Delights, in Wales, and Jason had decided to spend a bit of extra time there, relaxing before he made the trip back to Wales the next week. He wanted to avoid the daily grind as much as possible until he had to get back. Darcy was with his parents for the week, undoubtedly having way too much fun and a bit too much candy. But his mom and dad were great grandparents, and he had no problem leaving her with them for a week. Even though they may have not been too happy with some of his decisions as of late, particularly the restaurant choosing, they respected him because he was of age now. He was no longer just a simple Slytherin boy. He was a grown man, with his own job, his own daughter, and a life he had pretty much settled into quite nicely in the past few years. Morgan, his wife, was out of the picture and it appeared that things were just the way they both wanted them. Morgan hadn’t been ready to settle down with Darcy, and she had had enough. It had broken Jason’s heart, but he found a new love, in his own daughter. He loved her more than anything in his life right now, and he intended on giving her everything she could ever need.

Jason loved London, every bit of it. He got some of the best ingredients for his signature meals at some of the suppliers in the city, and enjoyed visiting the place as well. The night before had been interesting, however. He had been walking from his own favorite restaurant late back to his apartment, and had seen a man attack a woman with a knife. Or at least he had thought it was a knife. All he had seen was a flash of the man’s face even though it was dark and the man pushing something shiny at the woman. She had screamed, and he had called out for the man to get away. The man had turned around at him, showing his face for a brief second, and grabbed the woman’s purse and ran off. Jason wasn’t about to run after the man. He only carried his wand, and he couldn’t be sure if the man was a wizard or not. Either way, he wasn’t able to use magic in the presence of muggles, and if the man had attacked a muggle woman, he likely would have used some kind of spell to get her purse rather than threatening her with what looked like a weapon. Instead, he had run over to the woman and asked her if she was okay. She had been cut, apparently, badly(as much as it seemed, from it being dark) so he pulled out his cell phone and quickly called the London police, who called for an ambulance. They got there pretty quick, and after he gave a short statement, even though he wanted to stay to see if the woman was okay, he left. He felt odd, because his hands had some blood on them, from the woman. He got back to his apartment and washed the blood off, but it was still quite the experience.

The police had said they would be sending someone by if there was more they needed from him, but he had been out all day, so he hoped they would have waited until the night to come see him. Jason hoped that the woman was okay, and as he was thinking about the situation, he heard the buzzer go off. Someone was at the door down below and he assumed it would be the police asking him for some more information, even though he didn’t have much more to give them. He walked over to the intercom and asked who it was. The woman asked if he was Jason Blade, and if he had witnessed the crime the night before, then identified herself as a police officer, particularly a detective, and he buzzed her in. As he waited for her to come up, he tried to rack his brain more about the night before. After all, he had just seen the man’s face for a brief moment, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to pick anyone out if the officer had pictures to show him. He threw on a jacket and sat down on the bed, waiting for her to knock on the door. His mind flew threw all that had transpired last night, and as he mildly began to go through the entire situation. He was halfway through the recreation in his mind when he was awoken from his dream by a rapping on the door. He quickly went to the door and peeked out. Jason saw what appeared to be quite an attractive woman, but pushed that thought from his mind. He opened the door fully, greeting her. “Good evening officer. How can I help you?”

[Aviva Jade Morgan]

Aviva woke early, just like every other day in the past. She was used to waking early. She’d never been one to sleep all too late into the morning, she’d always figured there was always something far more productive to do than laying in a bed completely still. Life was meant to be lived to its fullest potential, not to spend the entire time sleeping. Aviva dressed as the news played from her large television in the background, looking around to the utter silence of the apartment. Of course, the television was emitting plenty of sounds, but once again, Aviva was the only one in the house. There was no hot boyfriend in her shower, and things were just as neat as they always were. Aviva was a woman of structure. The second things got out of control, Aviva would not be a happy woman. However, these odd ideals Aviva had were taking a toll on her social life. She lived for her job. She hadn’t had a boyfriend or any kind of romance relationship since Tyler, nor did she want one.

Aviva dressed in a simple yet elegant white blouse and navy blue slacks. She wore long knee-high black boots and her hair was tied in a bun, as usual. She gave her miraculously neat apartment one last glance to make sure everything was in order before she closed and locked her door. Aviva didn’t waste any time. The second she got to work, she began to work on the case she’d been called in for. Apparently, a woman had been robbed and beaten until the robber gained possession of her purse and her belongings. It didn’t take her all too long to figure out about five or six suspects and get them in custody. She took a few in for questioning but sadly could get a confession out of no one. But it wasn’t surprising to Aviva. She needed more proof before she could ever get a suspect to confess to their crime. What she needed was a witness. The six suspects were already taking up residence in their respective prison cells. They weren’t going anywhere.

Aviva made her way into her police car. She wasn’t undercover anymore, which was pretty good. She didn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances. Aviva worked for the London PD, and everyone knew it. It was amusing how many cars put away their cellular phones, slowed down, and fastened their seat belts at the sign of the nearby cop car. As if Aviva was actually going to stop them and bust them for running a stop sign. She didn’t give out parking tickets. She was above that now. Though there were days when she had to do it everyday. But those days were gone. Now, Aviva had bigger fish to fry. She handled the homicide cases now. She was playing with the big boys.

Aviva searched through security tapes and came across one possible witness. The man left the restaurant approximately three and a half minutes before the incident in the alleyway just outside. Not to mention his appearances seemed to match the voice that reported the incident. Aviva’s keen skills in the field of data collecting got her a name and address for the mysterious witness in just moments. Jason Blade. Single parent, living in Wales, staying at a rented out apartment by himself in London, not far from the precinct. It was already well into the afternoon, almost around dinner time when Aviva knocked on the door and rang the buzzer, telling the man she was from the police department. Once she walked in, she noticed the young man greet her politely. She looked him over quickly with her hawk-like eyes, in the most professional of manners of course. Aviva wasn’t one to check guys out. They usually came after her and she turned them down. That was how things worked of course. “Yessir. I’m from the London PD, obviously. Did you witness a robbery last night at approximately nine fifteen at night?” Aviva questioned professionally.

[Jason Blade]

Jason Blade noticed that the woman from the London Police was relatively attractive, and couldn’t believe his mind was going there immediately. He hadn’t thought about a woman that way in years, since Morgan had left. He shook the thought off and listened as she asked him about the robbery the night before. He wasn’t nervous at all. Jason was stronger than that. After all, he had grown up with his parents making any and all mistakes he could have ever made go away. He had once pranked his neighbor’s house with toilet paper, and while his parents had punished him mildly, they had made the little discrepancy go away, likely with the right amount of green. Jason found himself staring at the officer as he reminisced about the robbery from the previous night. “Yes, the woman was relatively in her 30s, maybe younger? I didn’t get quite a good look at the guy,” he admitted. The whole ordeal had happened so quick, and the man was dressed darker than the night. He had tried to aid the woman rather than run after the man, both in fear and in duty.

“I wasn’t going to run after the guy. I wasn’t sure if the woman was badly hurt or not, so I knelt down to help her. The man ran off as I did that.” Jason wasn’t sure what kind of information or help he could be. He hadn’t seen the man’s face well enough to say yes or no at a line up, but he could at least try. “Do you need me to take a look at any pictures or anything for you? I’d like to help as much as I can, if possible.” He didn’t really know if his offering to help was annoying the officer or if she was just normally so professionally driven. From her initial question he knew that she was a person who got down to business right away, and he admired that in her. He didn’t see many police officers taking as much of an initiative as she was, and he knew that she was the kind to get the job done. Jason leaned against the side of the door post, trying to think of more information that could be helpful to the officer. He wondered what the seemingly young woman’s name was. As he thought, he went over the ordeal in his mind again. Something struck him and his eyes widened. “Yes, I think I can remember something about his face, at least enough that I might be able to come up with some kind of sketch or something. What do you need from me tonight, officer?” He hoped he was being cooperative enough, as he waited for a response.

(Sorry about the short length, I fit so much in, I figured you could elaborate more on it. After all, Aviva is the one in charge.)