"it's all connected, reese." "what is?" "it is." [open]
It's easy for Reese to get turned around these days.
Being kidnapped by a Russian mobster and held hostage for a certain period of time will often do that to a person. It's almost enough to get her to start drinking again on more of a regular basis (just when she's managed to downgrade her way to semi-regular), but miraculously, her restraint's a little stronger than even she's realized.
It's an easy case back on the job this week. They're trying to ease her back into the routine, take things slow, see how she handles it. She barged into Tidwell's office earlier in the week, told him she was more than capable of getting something heavier - "I'm not going to sit back and take these break-ins anymore" - but she can understand why he's nervous.
(If Crews wasn't so damned Zen all the time, she'd almost suspect he's handling her situation with kid gloves, too.)
They're leaving the scene of a crime - closed, now, something that local police could've handled without a sweat - and Reese realizes the car is nowhere in sight. Her first instinct is to call it in as a theft, but then she notices the street doesn't even look the same. They're in a park, for God's sake. And when she turns around to glance back at the house, all she sees are more trees and people walking by, oblivious to the sudden arrivals.
"Crews," she mutters, eyes narrowing behind her aviators, "where the hell are we?"
Being kidnapped by a Russian mobster and held hostage for a certain period of time will often do that to a person. It's almost enough to get her to start drinking again on more of a regular basis (just when she's managed to downgrade her way to semi-regular), but miraculously, her restraint's a little stronger than even she's realized.
It's an easy case back on the job this week. They're trying to ease her back into the routine, take things slow, see how she handles it. She barged into Tidwell's office earlier in the week, told him she was more than capable of getting something heavier - "I'm not going to sit back and take these break-ins anymore" - but she can understand why he's nervous.
(If Crews wasn't so damned Zen all the time, she'd almost suspect he's handling her situation with kid gloves, too.)
They're leaving the scene of a crime - closed, now, something that local police could've handled without a sweat - and Reese realizes the car is nowhere in sight. Her first instinct is to call it in as a theft, but then she notices the street doesn't even look the same. They're in a park, for God's sake. And when she turns around to glance back at the house, all she sees are more trees and people walking by, oblivious to the sudden arrivals.
"Crews," she mutters, eyes narrowing behind her aviators, "where the hell are we?"