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dismissed (river and hannibal)
"I put your mail on your desk for you," Andrea told him. Lindsey, still half-asleep, just nodded as he made his way to the Mr. Coffee.
Lindsey didn't realize that he rarely received paper mail. Most things here were done via email, or in-person visits. Actual letters... as he poured the coffee, Lindsey started to realize that was a very rare thing. There weren't even a lot of government agencies here of the kind that just sent you things by default.
Coffee in hand, Lindsey went into his office, took off his coat, and sat down at his desk.
Sure enough, there was mail. There were two pieces of it. One was a bunch of pizza coupons for a new place that opened down the street. The other was a very official looking white envelope with a return address of CITY COURT on the side.
Lindsey took a quick sip of the coffee and tore the letter open with a pen.
He scanned it quickly, eyes dancing over the page to grasp why he was getting this and what in the Hell it was before processing the finer points.
Words stood out, right and left. IN THE MATTER OF THE CITY VS. RIVER TAM and NEW EVIDENCE and DINAH LANCE and PAMELA EISELY, AKA POISON IVY...
It was then that he got the most important part of the letter.
DISMISSED ALL CHARGES.
"Holy shit!" he yelled.
"Sugar, you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah... Andrea....I, uh, I gotta go out for a little while."
He sipped more of the coffee, grabbed the letter, and picked his coat back up. He smiled at Andrea and headed out the door, making a beeline for the hotel where he knew River Tam was staying. He'd been there a time or two to visit her about the case, so nobody kicked up a fuss about him heading up to her rooms now, and the front desk man actually waved at him and said good morning as Lindsey passed.
He knocked on the door, still smiling a little bit. He hoped River was here. Or Hannibal, even Hannibal. Or better yet, both of them.
Lindsey didn't realize that he rarely received paper mail. Most things here were done via email, or in-person visits. Actual letters... as he poured the coffee, Lindsey started to realize that was a very rare thing. There weren't even a lot of government agencies here of the kind that just sent you things by default.
Coffee in hand, Lindsey went into his office, took off his coat, and sat down at his desk.
Sure enough, there was mail. There were two pieces of it. One was a bunch of pizza coupons for a new place that opened down the street. The other was a very official looking white envelope with a return address of CITY COURT on the side.
Lindsey took a quick sip of the coffee and tore the letter open with a pen.
He scanned it quickly, eyes dancing over the page to grasp why he was getting this and what in the Hell it was before processing the finer points.
Words stood out, right and left. IN THE MATTER OF THE CITY VS. RIVER TAM and NEW EVIDENCE and DINAH LANCE and PAMELA EISELY, AKA POISON IVY...
It was then that he got the most important part of the letter.
"Holy shit!" he yelled.
"Sugar, you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah... Andrea....I, uh, I gotta go out for a little while."
He sipped more of the coffee, grabbed the letter, and picked his coat back up. He smiled at Andrea and headed out the door, making a beeline for the hotel where he knew River Tam was staying. He'd been there a time or two to visit her about the case, so nobody kicked up a fuss about him heading up to her rooms now, and the front desk man actually waved at him and said good morning as Lindsey passed.
He knocked on the door, still smiling a little bit. He hoped River was here. Or Hannibal, even Hannibal. Or better yet, both of them.