its more than the less you say you do [its more than the shot that gets you through]
[Part of the Quadruple Murder Storyline. Danny = stillacrime, Flack = det_don_flack and he is used with permission. Follows THIS.]
She should have figured that Danny wouldn’t let her come back to work in peace. Not that this was in any way his fault, but she probably should have figured that that Vice run had gone far too easily to have an easy transition back into homicide again, but she never would have thought she’d see something like this. The group at the lab, as well as Flack, were practically tearing their hair out, and frankly, she was glad that Cassady was working another case, because this wouldn’t be exactly the best time to get her partner back, when her partner was freaking out just as much as everyone else.
Angell drummed her fingers against the table impatiently while she was waiting for the computer to give her the results. Apparently while doing a search of DMVs, purple KIA Sportages were rather hard to find. You’d think that with those requirements it would narrow them down a lot more quickly, but apparently there were a lot of cars to go through. It would be a lot faster if she had a plate to work with, but apparently that wasn’t an option at the moment. The best she could do is search by car, and she already had four results and they were still looking. Not exactly a definitive choice.
She continued to drum her fingers as Flack made his way through the cops in the precinct and then sitting down at his desk across from her. He looked tired. He looked really tired, and that worried her a bit. He had to watch her back after all, but she understood the reason why, so she wasn’t worried too much.
“Have we got anything?” he asked. She sighed heavily before turning her eyes back to the computer.
“I’ve got five results for a purple KIA Sportage in the tri-state area,” she said with a sigh. “Any chance you got a plate to go with that description?”
“No plate, but I do have a description of a suspect and a guy who could be able to pick her out of a line-up if we threw one together,” he said with a nod. Angell raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Guy’s willing to talk twice?” she asked as Flack turned to his computer and started punching some numbers in.
“Guy’s sitting in holding for Possession with Intent and unlawful possession of a firearm.”
“Very nice,” she said with a grin before pulling up the driver’s license pictures for the KIAs. “What’s the decription?”
“Good looking redhead,” he said with a nod. At that, he gave her a smirk, and she rolled her eyes before looking over the pictures.
“Well, here’s one-Gracie Kemp,” she said with a sigh.
“She got a record?”
Angell switched over to the AFIS, and poked around for a minute, before raising her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side slightly. “No record for herself, personally, but-guess who Daddy dearest likes to work alongside?”
Flack just grinned, before moving over to her to look at the computer. “Fred Hirsch?”
“Fred Hirsch,” Angell nodded, matching his grin.
“Throw together a photo array,” he said with a nod, before heading back to holding. “I’ll pull the witness out of holding.”
“I’ll be right there,” Angell grinned, before going to work.
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She should have figured that Danny wouldn’t let her come back to work in peace. Not that this was in any way his fault, but she probably should have figured that that Vice run had gone far too easily to have an easy transition back into homicide again, but she never would have thought she’d see something like this. The group at the lab, as well as Flack, were practically tearing their hair out, and frankly, she was glad that Cassady was working another case, because this wouldn’t be exactly the best time to get her partner back, when her partner was freaking out just as much as everyone else.
Angell drummed her fingers against the table impatiently while she was waiting for the computer to give her the results. Apparently while doing a search of DMVs, purple KIA Sportages were rather hard to find. You’d think that with those requirements it would narrow them down a lot more quickly, but apparently there were a lot of cars to go through. It would be a lot faster if she had a plate to work with, but apparently that wasn’t an option at the moment. The best she could do is search by car, and she already had four results and they were still looking. Not exactly a definitive choice.
She continued to drum her fingers as Flack made his way through the cops in the precinct and then sitting down at his desk across from her. He looked tired. He looked really tired, and that worried her a bit. He had to watch her back after all, but she understood the reason why, so she wasn’t worried too much.
“Have we got anything?” he asked. She sighed heavily before turning her eyes back to the computer.
“I’ve got five results for a purple KIA Sportage in the tri-state area,” she said with a sigh. “Any chance you got a plate to go with that description?”
“No plate, but I do have a description of a suspect and a guy who could be able to pick her out of a line-up if we threw one together,” he said with a nod. Angell raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Guy’s willing to talk twice?” she asked as Flack turned to his computer and started punching some numbers in.
“Guy’s sitting in holding for Possession with Intent and unlawful possession of a firearm.”
“Very nice,” she said with a grin before pulling up the driver’s license pictures for the KIAs. “What’s the decription?”
“Good looking redhead,” he said with a nod. At that, he gave her a smirk, and she rolled her eyes before looking over the pictures.
“Well, here’s one-Gracie Kemp,” she said with a sigh.
“She got a record?”
Angell switched over to the AFIS, and poked around for a minute, before raising her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side slightly. “No record for herself, personally, but-guess who Daddy dearest likes to work alongside?”
Flack just grinned, before moving over to her to look at the computer. “Fred Hirsch?”
“Fred Hirsch,” Angell nodded, matching his grin.
“Throw together a photo array,” he said with a nod, before heading back to holding. “I’ll pull the witness out of holding.”
“I’ll be right there,” Angell grinned, before going to work.
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