Darien wasn't in the best of moods today. His bad moods were never very random, and when they happened, he took a sort of perverse pleasure in being angry. It was catharic to lash out - though if he tried doing that to what he was upset at right now, well, he'd be fired faster than you could snap your fingers.
Not half an hour after he had gotten to the station today, he had been called to a crime scene. There at been a burglary at someone's home, they had woken up to find their things missing, and called the police. It all seemed pretty normal, when he had first gotten there. But then he had gone in to find that the cops called to the scene hadn't been careful. They had been messing with the safe the items were taken from, had trampled all over the floor and outside the house - they hadn't even waited for Darien to get there first, or even for a crime scene photographer.
He might have been a rookie when it came to working for the police, but even he knew that they weren't likely to find any decent evidence now. Oh, and he had complained about it, too. Darien had talked to the cops had taken the call, and when he pointed out that they had pretty much destroyed their chances for finding the thief, they had just brushed him off with claims that they weren't likely to find the guy, anyway. Darien had called up one of the lieutenants, then, to inform him of the incompetence going on. All he had gotten for his trouble was being blown off and a few vague threats along the lines of 'if you don't stick to doing your job, you'll be doing paperwork for the rest of your life'.
That had made it pretty clear that, whatever was stolen, someone in the force didn't want it found. He had taken notes on what he did find, which hadn't been much, and made sure that the forensic guys (who had showed up late) would send him records of the fingerprints they found. There hadn't been much else he could do, not without pushing it, and he knew better than that.
Darien had never felt more thankful for the lunch break in his entire life. Getting far away from the station wasn't hard, thanks to the shifting streets. He was going to go back when the break was over (even if he was sorely tempted to not return), but in the meantime, he had plans to take out his aggression on some food. Maybe a cheeseburger.
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