WHO: Aoife, Victor and a tiny bit of Michael WHAT: Bonding. And me writing things with myself because I can WHEN: Wednesday afternoon WHERE: Victor's office and then a diner WARNINGS: Aoife's blunt mouth but nothing else.
Victor was bent over his desk going over some witness statements when there was a knock at his door. He looked up and smiled kindly when he noticed Aoife Gallagher standing there. He pushed the statements aside and waved her in. "Hello, Miss Gallagher. Can I help you?" She didn't look annoyed as she entered the office. Victor was used to distraught family members occasionally showing up and demanding to know why he hadn't miraculously solved everything yet, but this didn't appear to be that kind of situation. "His is my partner, Detective Michael Angel."
Michael, who was sitting in the corner of Victor's office, waved without looking up.
"Michael," Victor hissed at him. "Ignore him, he's easily distracted."