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A police dog is not helpful to forensics. Forensics at its core is lab work. Lab work, such as analyzing fibers and so forth, in a sterile lab. Dogs would interrupt this, and do not provide any benefit to the lab-worker. Dogs would ruin the environment, spread fur, and can and probably would run around destroying valuable evidence. This is why dogs are not in the labs. K-9 Units use dogs, Forensic Units do not. These are different units with different purposes.

If your character was a member of K-9 Unit, and oh, had their dog to cover up sniffing of drugs at the airports and such, that would be sound. But it is silly for Forensics to have one.

And onto the duo.

The buddy cop dynamic is a simple and time-honored one. It works by virtue of two cops, who act as foils for each other. Sometimes they are more similar than different, sometimes they are far more opposites. It is a duo. Not a trio. Quartet? I don't think so.
Imagine Pinky and the Brain. This is another system that works via the 'two partners' system. Someone at Warner Bros thought it would be a good idea to add a third. The writers showed how doing so would flaw the dynamic, by adding Larry. Unfortunately Warner Bros Corporate didn't get the message and made Pinky, Elmyra and the Brain.

I don't want to fester on about Pinky, Elmyra and the Brain. Figure the third point was covered enough, our dudes are Vice. Vice does not engage with Forensics, and Forensics does not engage with Vice.
Eddie was thoroughly unperturbed by the situation that presented itself. This sorta things happened fairly regularly with the two of them. Though usually the women involved didn't direct it towards him, so much as they directed it towards his partner. Of course that didn't really matter to Eddie. What really mattered, was securing the bumper, the suspects, and finding out why the hell those sons of bitches stole their bumper.

As his partner brought over the crooks, Eddie unfurled the rope and set it aside for the moment. He had something he needed to do first. Eddie began frisking the suspects for any suspicious items such as drugs or weapons. Each pat-down was methodical and professional. His searching came up with some bits of interesting finds. "John Doe has a switchblade." Eddie swiped the weapon from the offending perp's pant-pocket and placed it to the side. He continued frisking the other perps and found another few incriminating items. "Aand our other Doe's got a dime of Mary Jane, and the other has a knife." Eddie remarked as he placed the small plastic baggy of marijuana with the confiscated knife.

After he finished frisking the suspects, Eddie retrieved the rope. Once he retrieved it, he began to tie the suspects up in order to keep them nice and secure for the upcoming interrogation. As to be expected, they were still dazed and weren't putting up too much of a struggle. That did help make it easier for Eddie to secure them, which was always appreciated. Hopefully they would quickly squeal the information that Eddie wanted to know.

With the crooks tied up, Eddie gave a few quick tugs to make sure the ropes were secure. After all the last thing he needed was these bastards having their hands free and trying something funny. Then the thought returned to him.

"Ah yeah. I'unno." Eddie gave a simple shrug, "Maybe she's some crazy cousin from that girl I ended our thing with two weeks ago? Y'know the one who caught me with that blonde upstairs?" The officer shook his head.

"Aha, aaah. That was a Hell of a night." Eddie chuckled, before focusing back tot he task at hand. "Anyhow, let's get these bastards talking yea? Want first crack Sleepy?"
Eddie smiled as he heard Sleepy remark on his success. The officer returned his gun back to his holster as he glanced towards his partner. "Lemme check."

He went around the side of the DeSoto and opened the back seat. As he reached under the seat, Eddie began pawing for the coiled rope. "The Hell? When did gum get under there?" Eddie confusingly remarked. He shook his head as he continued searching under the seat.

"Ah, there we go." Eddie took out a length of coiled rope from under the seat, and shut the door back. He smiled as he grabbed the rope with both hands, "Here's Ol' West. Gonna get some good use today." Eddie remarked towards his partner, while taking a gander at the first thug Sleepy pulled out.

"By the by Sleepy, did they scuff up our bumper?" Eddie inquired as readied the rope to tie up those damn thugs.
"Hot dogs, git yisself a dog! Three bucks per dog!" bellowed out the street hawker. Once again, Dave Miller rolled his cart down the New York side-walks. Another day, another dollar. He adjusted the paper cap that was perched atop his greasy hair. He sighed and thought of the spot he was pushed off by the competition. Dave just hoped that he could make it through another uneventful day.

That's when the van came barreling past him, once again ignoring the demands of the police. As the van continued speeding forward the force spun him around in a comical fashion. Fortunately for him and his livelihood, they did not destroy his cart. Though that little piece of serendipity did not last.

Mostly, because Eddie just drove onto the sidewalk, and slammed into the vendor's cart causing it to fly off. But fortunately, Dave jumped off to the side, and began shaking his fist and shouting out obscenities. Other pedestrians were jumping out of the way, and screaming in terror, as the squad-car was charging down the side-walk.

They soon got on the left side of the van. Eddie frantically turned the wheel and rammed the suspects on the side, knocking off their left mirror in the process. The van began skidding, as Eddie kept a firm grip on the wheel and rammed the van once again. The criminal vehicle was in a precarious position, and the driver found himself unable to avoid a collision.

WHAM! The van crashed straight first into a light-pole. The emergency lights were flashing and buzzing, as the van had met its fate. None could escape the long arm of the law. Eddie smirked as he saw and heard the crash, and immediately spun the vehicle around and slammed on the breaks.

The police car came to an abrupt stop, parked diagonally in the middle of the street. With the police sirens still on, Eddie swung open the car doors and drew out his standard issue glock.

"GET OUT OF THE CAR, HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!" Eddie decreed as he kept his fire-arm out. "AND GIVE US BACK OUR BUMPER!"
"HANG ON TIGHT, WE GOIN' FOR A RIDE!" Eddie enthusiastically declared, as he put the pedal to the metal. The DeSoto crashed through the already torn chain-link fence, and onto the road. He gritted his teeth and kept concentration on the van that the perps were escaping in.

Those punks had good distance, but Eddie was working on closing the gap. Eddie flicked on the sirens, and took out the radio.

"STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!" sounded out from the vehicle. The van's driver didn't heed the warning, and went even faster, weaving through lift traffic. Eddie did the same.

"Damn punks! Sleepy tell me you can get a shot at'em!" Cursed out the officer, as he kept pursuit of the criminal's vehicle.
Eddie gave a sympathetic nod towards his partner as he mentioned the get-up. It was a shame that Sleepy had to wear that all the damn time on the job. Course that wasn't Eddie's main concern at the moment. The officers needed to retrieve the squad car from the local DMV. Eddie held out the keys, and simply nodded to Sleepy as he got the door.

"Tha-" And that's when he noticed something. Nah, it wasn't that noise which the other officers were probably mobilizing to take a crack at. No, Eddie noticed something far more insidious. The officer got down on his knees as he took a good look at their tried and true car.

"What the?!"

The front bumper was completely removed. Some punk, some low down no good son of a bitch stole the bumper! Eddie quickly popped back up and glanced at Sleepy.

"Son of a BITCH! Our bumper!" Eddie cursed out. He turned around and glanced at the streets, pondering where the hell the bumper could've gone. To his fortune he spotted an unmarked white van, where two dudes were struggling to load...

Those punks had the bumper! Quickly Eddie turned to Sleepy, "I found our perps! We gotta hurry before they get the hell outta Dodge!" Ready to engage against those criminal miscreants, he hopped into the vehicle, started it up and pressed on the gas.

The boys at the DMV had to boot their car. Eddie turned towards Sleepy, and spoke urgently "Hey can ya get the thing off? I'll take the complaints from the boys at the DMV for this. But I ain't gonna let these punks get away with part of our car."

On the other side of the street, the nefarious punks managed to load the bumper in the back. One quickly followed the bumper and shut the doors, while the other went around the side to the passenger's door and entered. And that's when the van started to speed off.
Eddie shook his head as he grumbled a bit. "I hate having turning in those reports late." As the keys were tossed in his direction, Eddie caught them and placed them in his jacket pocket and swapped them for a cigarette and his lighter. "Suppose I'm gonna have to. And you'd think they won't, but seems every time we get their, something got scratched up."

The officer put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it up. Taking a drag off of his cigarette, he blew a bit of smoke off to the side.

Eddie glanced towards Sleepy and smiled. "Swore ya weren't gonna ask. Got a weirdo who may provide a lead, y'know that bastard in the costume? Yeah well he was stumblin' around that gift-shop called Moon Lotus or somethin' like that. Same vicinity where victim four was down. Bastard was drugged outta his mind. But more importantly that suit was glued on tighter than Tom Brady's cheating grip on those deflated balls. Gonna interrogate the suspect after he had some time to recuperate."

He took another drag of his cigarette before flicking some of the ash off. "Though before he went down, mentioned something about pay. Thinking about doing a stake-out in the area."

"Course we're gonna need our squad-car before that." Eddie remarked as he dropped tossed the remains of his cigarette into a nearby trash-bin.
It was just another day as usual on the force for Eddie Ben. Early today, as per usual Eddie attempted to request additional broom-closet space. It was cramped in the Peninsula with Sleepy, he had hardly any personal space in there. Of course, it was always denied, but Eddie hoped that one day, the Precinct would acquiesce his petition.

Ah well, at least he already finished up his report regarding that incident in the Queens. At least they didn't have to run him down and fuck up the fenders this time. And so was the situation they had now.

Eddie paced about in the interrogation room as he eyed a somewhat twitchy man who had cuffs locked on over his Chinese-knock off Donald Duck costume. The damn suit was glued on, and the fact he kept flailing around before getting put into the interrogation room didn't help any. Course, this bastard was going back to the Drunk Tank soon. But not just yet, as Eddie needed to get some information out of him while he was still fresh.

This town was a dying whore, and she was infested with crime. If this son of a bitch had even the slightest bit of information about higher crime lords, Eddie would get it. Eddie paced back towards the desk and sat on a backwards facing chair. He gazed into the soul-less eyes of that duck costume wearing man.

"Why were you in Chinatown?"

Nothing. The perp said nothing.

Eddie stared unamused before asking again, "Why were you in Chinatown?"

The suspect tapped his foot on the floor, as he glanced towards Eddie. Shaking his head the officer tapped on a manilla envelope. He was thinking of a different method to go about the interrogation. Perhaps it was the time to establish some common ground. He needed to get this bastard to think he wasn't his enemy. Then he could take that bastard down.

"So you like Donald Duck?"

The suspect, didn't do anything for a moment. He then shook his head from side to side before muttering out a slurred out "No." There was a bit of silence as Eddie observed the suspect. "Shays gud bucks fer -" The suspect grumbled out before hiccuping.

He had something to go off of.

"For what?" Eddie inquired.

Rolling his head back, the costumed suspect hiccuped again before his head slammed against the desk. Eddie stared at him for a moment. Well shit. The officer had no choice but to get him back to the drunk tank. He would need to wait for the bastard to sober up, before he could interview him some more.

Eddie walked out of the interrogation room as he waved over a fellow cop. "Hey, the perp needs to get back to the tank. Mind getting him back, I'm gonna take a smoke-break." Eddie reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette and started strolling towards the exit.

That's when he saw Sleepy charging out of the Chief's office, carrying the keys. Right, well Eddie guessed it was time for business. He walked towards his partner and spoke, "So what was the Chief on about? Think he'll call me in regarding the new report about that dwarf who eating those missing cats completely whole?"
Name: Edmund 'Eddie' Ben
Actual Age: 32
Gender: M
Race/Faction: Human/NYPD
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 pounds

Bio:
Edmund, or as he prefers to be called, Eddie ain't got much of an exciting story going for him. He grew up in the Bronx, got into scrapes with other kids, and attended classes. He didn't see Pop much, due to the fact he was constantly on patrol to combat the endless crime of the Big Apple. Harlem Racketeers, traffickers, the Families you name it, Eddie's dad saw them all, and told the crazy stories to his boy when he was able to see him. Pops told Eddie about the odder cases, such as the victims found with weird bites, or witness reports about something like a bipedial bear prancing about.

Needless to say, the old man left a mark on the boy. As he grew up, Edmund dreamed of becoming a cop like his old man and cleaning up the crime that engulfed the city. After progressing through the academy, Eddie paid his dues as a grave-shift patrol officer and worked his way to working as a detective.

Course all stories don't have happy endings. As he was returning to his squad car, which was currently engaged in a stake-out, with a baker's dozen of doughnuts, he saw his partner Louis Maroni torn up with weird gash-wounds and even bite-marks. It was a tragedy to both him and the department. His supervisor, blamed Eddie for not being there with his partner and reassigned him to, what his fellow officers referred to as, the 'Siberian Peninsula'. All the cases that were deemed too odd, and not worth the time of the normal squad were shuffled there. Here he was assigned to be teamed up with a strange new officer as his partner, while they handled these new cases.

Personality: Eddie is a by-the-book cop, who performs all of his work seriously, even the 'Siberian Cases'. He's a dependable member of the force, who always has the back of his fellow officers.

Powers: Mental fortitude; crackshot with hand-guns and hand to hand expert with a stake; has extensive knowledge regarding supernatural creatures; knows where the Original Ray's Pizza is; refined sense of sarcasm; always carries a pack of smokes on him, alongside a wooden stake, vials of holy water, and his gun is filled with silver bullets.

Other: Partnered with Sleepy
Name: Edmund 'Eddie' Ben
Actual Age: 32
Gender: M
Race/Faction: Human/NYPD
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 pounds

Bio:
Edmund, or as he prefers to be called, Eddie ain't got much of an exciting story going for him. He grew up in the Bronx, got into scrapes with other kids, and attended classes. He didn't see Pop much, due to the fact he was constantly on patrol to combat the endless crime of the Big Apple. Harlem Racketeers, traffickers, the Families you name it, Eddie's dad saw them all, and told the crazy stories to his boy when he was able to see him. Pops told Eddie about the odder cases, such as the victims found with weird bites, or witness reports about something like a bipedial bear prancing about.

Needless to say, the old man left a mark on the boy. As he grew up, Edmund dreamed of becoming a cop like his old man and cleaning up the crime that engulfed the city. After progressing through the academy, Eddie paid his dues as a grave-shift patrol officer and worked his way to working as a detective.

Course all stories don't have happy endings. As he was returning to his squad car, which was currently engaged in a stake-out, with a baker's dozen of doughnuts, he saw his partner Louis Maroni torn up with weird gash-wounds and even bite-marks. It was a tragedy to both him and the department. His supervisor, blamed Eddie for not being there with his partner and reassigned him to, what his fellow officers referred to as, the 'Siberian Peninsula'. All the cases that were deemed too odd, and not worth the time of the normal squad were shuffled there. Here he was assigned to be teamed up with a strange new officer as his partner, while they handled these new cases.

Personality: Eddie is a by-the-book cop, who performs all of his work seriously, even the 'Siberian Cases'. He's a dependable member of the force, who always has the back of his fellow officers.

Powers: Mental fortitude; crackshot with hand-guns and hand to hand expert with a stake; has extensive knowledge regarding supernatural creatures; knows where the Original Ray's Pizza is; refined sense of sarcasm; always carries a pack of smokes on him, alongside a wooden stake, vials of holy water, and his gun is filled with silver bullets.

Other: Partnered with Sleepy
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