"Mike." Alexa's voice was tight as she strode towards him. She was holding a Stabucks coffee in each hand, and thin wisps of steam drifted up from them into the chill air. "Jesus fuck, man. I was with my brothers all day, I didn't hear the news--" She broke off helplessly, shaking her head with another mouthed curse.
Alexa didn't know Michael Angel well. Around the station, he was seen as kind of an odd one; Victor was the only person who really seemed to get him. But for all his peculiar aloofness, Michael was good police -- he and Victor both were -- and if she couldn't do anything else, at least she could look out for him.
She held out one of the coffees. "Here. I didn't know how you like it... figured you'd want something strong. You hear anything new?"