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izzy lightwood (angelblood) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-05-22 20:14:00

Who: Clarissa Morgenstern, Needy Lesnicki, Seeley Booth
What: Shenanigans in LA
When: Today, late morning
Where: Los Angeles, a bank. One that Needy just happened to rob before.
Rating: TB
Status: Incomplete
Notes: Yami, Anne, if this isn't okay, let me know.


It hadn't taken them long to figure out where they had to go for the assignment they were being sent on. Before they had even got a phone call from home base, they had spoted the news report of a woman who had murdered her son and husband, with eyewitnes reports from the neighbours. The strange thing was, at the same time the murder was going down, the woman was also being filmed at work. She was a bankteller, and at the exact time her family was murdered, she was helping a customer. Weird? Little bit. The woman didn't have a twin or sister. Police were just confused, and holding the woman- just in case.

Between Booth being an FBI agent, Clary being able to go invisible and Needy's handly ability to fly, they'd managed to get a peek at the bodies, and to get a look at the tape. They'd used Booth to once again speak to the witnesses, and gathered as much as their own information as they could. There wasn't much at their house, so they'd decied to go the woman's work, and see if the people she worked with had noticed anything at all.

While Booth was being all official, Clary was sneaking around the bank, avoiding touching anyone, and Needy was outside, last she heard. Clary had broken into staff files and checked out the now widowed woman, but nothing of interest was really there. After about half an hour of poking around in places that were probably really illegal to be in, she ducked into a quiet room and turned on her ear peice to the comm links. "This is place is dry. You guys have any luck?"

There had to be something, somehwere, it was only a matter of time until they found it. Clary fell silent as a manager walked past the door of the room she was in. If she wasn't invisible, she'd be sticking out like a swore thumb. Between her black outfit and the two seraph blades on her back, she hardly fit in with the other people in the bank.