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Crime Scene (Charlie)
Jennifer couldn't say that she was one hundred percent happy with the fact that she'd been called away from her bed. There was somebody in that bed currently who she'd been trying to get further with for a long time. And while nothing had happened yet other than sleeping, she was glad for it. Glad that he'd finally opened up to her. Glad that things were actually going somewhere.
Not to mention that there was a cat still missing from her life and she very much wanted to be there when he sauntered in the door. Jennifer had no doubt at all that sauntering would, indeed, happen. Jake may have had many talents, but he was still a cat. Cats had the sauntering thing down. Probably didn't even realize when they were doing it.
But part of was, actually, glad to be called. Glad to know that she still had a job. That she was still capable of working. That she was still wanted at work. Finding out from Simon that she'd not been in there because she'd had some kind of breakdown had helped quite a bit. But getting called in to work at four in the morning really solidified it. She was fine. She wasn't the only one who had been in there. She wasn't crazy.
The sirens on the cop cars were off, but the lights were still going. A perimeter had been created using four cars and an awful lot of yellow crime scene tape. Jennifer supposed that in a place like the City, you just didn't worry about crime scene tape shortages. There were officers posted every ten feet just to make sure that no reporters or lookie-loos got through to see what was going on inside. Off to one side of the tape there was an officer questioning somebody, and beyond that pair was another. At least they'd separated the witnesses.
Jennifer walked through it all. A simple flash of her badge and she could almost feel the respect pour onto her from the men. It felt nice to be able to do her job without the red tape, without needing to get payment from the victim's family. Without worrying about what company might be behind it, or might stand in the way of her work. But she did not smile. From what she'd been told in her brief phone call, this was not a matter that prompted smiling.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps up to the door of the house to catch up with the officer currently in charge. He was a big man, very fit. His face had a sharp, no-nonsense look about it, the holster that held his gun was unsnapped, he was ready for action. Not safe, particularly, but Jennifer understood the feeling.
"Jennifer Government." She said, approaching and showing her badge.
He didn't even look at the badge, just sized her up bodily. "I was wondering when you'd get here. Where's you're partner?"
That was a good question, where was her partner?
Not to mention that there was a cat still missing from her life and she very much wanted to be there when he sauntered in the door. Jennifer had no doubt at all that sauntering would, indeed, happen. Jake may have had many talents, but he was still a cat. Cats had the sauntering thing down. Probably didn't even realize when they were doing it.
But part of was, actually, glad to be called. Glad to know that she still had a job. That she was still capable of working. That she was still wanted at work. Finding out from Simon that she'd not been in there because she'd had some kind of breakdown had helped quite a bit. But getting called in to work at four in the morning really solidified it. She was fine. She wasn't the only one who had been in there. She wasn't crazy.
The sirens on the cop cars were off, but the lights were still going. A perimeter had been created using four cars and an awful lot of yellow crime scene tape. Jennifer supposed that in a place like the City, you just didn't worry about crime scene tape shortages. There were officers posted every ten feet just to make sure that no reporters or lookie-loos got through to see what was going on inside. Off to one side of the tape there was an officer questioning somebody, and beyond that pair was another. At least they'd separated the witnesses.
Jennifer walked through it all. A simple flash of her badge and she could almost feel the respect pour onto her from the men. It felt nice to be able to do her job without the red tape, without needing to get payment from the victim's family. Without worrying about what company might be behind it, or might stand in the way of her work. But she did not smile. From what she'd been told in her brief phone call, this was not a matter that prompted smiling.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps up to the door of the house to catch up with the officer currently in charge. He was a big man, very fit. His face had a sharp, no-nonsense look about it, the holster that held his gun was unsnapped, he was ready for action. Not safe, particularly, but Jennifer understood the feeling.
"Jennifer Government." She said, approaching and showing her badge.
He didn't even look at the badge, just sized her up bodily. "I was wondering when you'd get here. Where's you're partner?"
That was a good question, where was her partner?