Randin had been back on Terra for exactly twelve hours and thirty-eight minutes, during which time he'd managed to (in his opinion) get a remarkable amount of "welcome work" done. The precinct had been first, of course. Shaking hands and trading jibes with all his old office friends was the perfect kickoff to getting back into the groove of things, and he was pleased to discover that most of his coworkers had managed to keep themselves alive over the last six months. Kwong was there... that Asian bastard. Gave him a hell of a riot act for being gone so long; a thorough chewing-out that Randin was glad to receive. Getting in trouble was just one of the many things he'd missed while away. Besides, half a year WAS a long time, even for him.
Next came the office. Walking through that smoggy-glass door and back inside his work space for the first time in ages had been difficult... but once seated behind his oakwood desk, his mismatched files and cluttered collection of knickknacks still exactly he'd left them, Randin had felt like a new man. Whole. Complete. THIS was what he'd been missing for so long... the job. The duty. Now that he was here again, everything was going to be okay. God, there'd even been an unfinished cup of coffee by his lamp. A cup of six month old coffee. He nearly drank it.
Of course, not everything was as perfect as he'd of liked it. Maria was still gone, and for that, Randin was sad. The detective had hoped that the young officer would have found her way back home after a year on the streets. Apparently she was happier where she was now. Casey, the new WCPD chief, was also out of her office. Randin was still extremely unsure how he was going to approach that sensitive little subject. Yes, he wanted to see her. Yes, he wanted to congratulate her, to smile with her again, to do his very best to renew their friendship.
...but he knew better than to hope that things would just fix themselves over small talk and a few laughs. Their relationship at this point was strained at best, obliterated at worst. The last time he'd been with Casey, she'd come straight out of the operating room. Seeing her like that had been awful... broken, battered and pieced shakily together, like a shattered jigsaw puzzle glued back into place. Few things had brought Randin to such an emotional-low as that had.
It was also when he'd broken up with her.
Yeah. He could wait to see Casey for the time being.
The last face Randin had looked for and didn't find was that of Alyssa Justice. While the pretty young detective quit the force long before Randin had embarked on his spacefaring adventure, he'd still kept in close contact with the girl. Much as his pride hated to admit it, Alyssa had investigative talent that rivaled, if not surpassed his own. For this, he would often (very discretely) smuggle troubling case files in his bag whenever they met for lunch, procuring her unprofessional opinion on his next course of action. More often than not, her advice paid off, a fact that she reminded and teased him of whenever she could. Too smart for her own mouth...
All detective skills aside, Randin was friends with Alyssa. She had a gritty, down-to-earth way of handling business that he both respected and admired. She had a strong will as well, carrying on the face of tragedies that would have sent most cops on hiatus without pay. A damn good woman and a damn good cop. Randin liked Alyssa. He hadn't talked to her much once he'd gotten together with Casey. Come to think of it, it'd been a long time since he'd last scene Justice. That was a shame.
...the fact that they used to sleep together on occasion and had, at one point, been married had no bearing on his feelings towards her, of course...
Naturally, Randin was curious to learn that Justice had opened up her own investigate agency. He had a lot to catch up on with her. Why not start now? It was a fresh start for the young detective. He was determined to make the most of it and connect with as many of his old friends as he could.
As the detective left the precinct through a hail of goodbyes and well-intended cusses (a bottle of old scotch tucked under his arm, yet another one of the many things he needed to attend to), he fished his CADDY out of his pocket and found the number. Never good at the whole 'texting' thing, Randin opted to call her outright. Check up on her. It'd been a damn long time. That was normal, right? Just two old friends having a talk.
He swallowed hard against the jitters dancing around in his gut and put the phone to his ear as it began to rang. God, he was such a fucking girl sometimes.