You can't always do it right, but you can always do whats left Who: Shane Redson and James Fox What: Found you. Where: Las Cruces, New Mexico When: Tuesday, late afternoon Warnings: TBD
"You've got that look in your eye, Red."
"What look?"
"The one that says you're out to get something."
Her commanding officer hadn't so much as blinked when she shoved her leave request under his nose. Didn't even bother to comment on the amount of time she planned to be away and signed them without a fuss, telling her to make sure the door didn't hit her in the ass on the way out.
She went home immediately to pack and from there time started to pass in a slow motion blur that made it hard to keep track of anything. Sleep didn't seem all that important, instead she scoured over the journal she had neglected for so long picking at scraps and reading through any little thing that might be considered a lead. Somewhere between the lack of sleep and the struggle to deny the urgency she felt Sif took control and reminded Shane that she'd always known how to chase thunder and to quit wasting their time.
Four thousand miles, three days and an inch worth of road dust on her skin had led them here. A beat up, dried up garage in Las Cruces with a lopsided 'open' sign in the office window. Climbing out of the battered Toyota she had purchased in Colorado, Shane took one last drag off her cigarette before putting the burning butt out on the bottom of her shoe.
There was no hesitation as she approached the office, the smell of gasoline and overused engine oil tickled her nose and made her sneeze. There was no one inside and as forward as she could be Shane knew all too well how prickly mechanics could get when strangers set foot in their garage "Hey!" She called from the doorway. "I'm looking for..." She stopped herself there. Law enforcement training dictated she state her purpose and give a name but this...this wasn't an arrest this was, fuck if she knew exactly what this was.