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Dec. 30th, 2007 10:00 pmChase hadn't been lying when he'd said he needed to visit New York more often. It really wasn't that far away from Princeton - it was even driving distance. It just wasn't a place he'd gotten connected to on any level. He'd come directly from Melbourne, Australia, to Princeton nearly five years prior and really, he hadn't left Princeton all that often. Work, go home to the rental apartment, work, go home, work, go home. It was a monotonous cycle.
Which is why, when he found himself in New York for a conference (he was nothing but a seat warmer, really, when his colleague pulled out at the last minute), he knew he wasn't going to sit around in the hotel room for two nights staring at the television and contemplating the room service menu.
Detective Anna Morasca of the New York Police Department had mentioned to him when their paths crossed once that he should let her know if he was ever in Manhattan. Really, she was the only person in the huge city who he even remotely knew. It wasn't that Chase was shy, he was just worried that if he contacted the NYPD out of the blue and asked for Detective Morasca, he might find himself thrown into the nearest cell for sounding suspicious. Or something. But still, he'd called and found himself politely put through to her extension. They'd arranged to have coffee and after rejecting just about every place she suggested to meet because he had no clue where they were, they finally settled on meeting out the front of the Plaza Hotel (really, who didn't know the Plaza?) to find a cafe together afterwards.
He now stood with his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. He felt out of place, was sure everyone walking by knew he was a foreigner, and hoped desperately he could camouflage himself into the tree by the steps. Yes, good idea, Chase. Hope to act like a stalker when meeting a police detective for coffee. He shifted on his feet, shivering a little in the cold while he waited. One thing he would never get used to was American winters.
Which is why, when he found himself in New York for a conference (he was nothing but a seat warmer, really, when his colleague pulled out at the last minute), he knew he wasn't going to sit around in the hotel room for two nights staring at the television and contemplating the room service menu.
Detective Anna Morasca of the New York Police Department had mentioned to him when their paths crossed once that he should let her know if he was ever in Manhattan. Really, she was the only person in the huge city who he even remotely knew. It wasn't that Chase was shy, he was just worried that if he contacted the NYPD out of the blue and asked for Detective Morasca, he might find himself thrown into the nearest cell for sounding suspicious. Or something. But still, he'd called and found himself politely put through to her extension. They'd arranged to have coffee and after rejecting just about every place she suggested to meet because he had no clue where they were, they finally settled on meeting out the front of the Plaza Hotel (really, who didn't know the Plaza?) to find a cafe together afterwards.
He now stood with his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. He felt out of place, was sure everyone walking by knew he was a foreigner, and hoped desperately he could camouflage himself into the tree by the steps. Yes, good idea, Chase. Hope to act like a stalker when meeting a police detective for coffee. He shifted on his feet, shivering a little in the cold while he waited. One thing he would never get used to was American winters.
