Why me?
I'm gonna seriously injure whoever decided to put me on the front page of the Ledger. Again.
However, Det. Sexist but Accurate, I'm actually a 36 C. But you were close. Good try.
For the record--I don't go looking for crimescenes. I'm not that desparate for a case that I would wander around the city searching for some kind of crime for me to work on/stop/interfere/whatever the case may be. I just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. That's all.
I didn't ask for them to promote me to detective after the beauty salon thing either. Hell, I didn't even expect for that to happen. I was just trying to do the right thing, do my job, and I know that if the case hadn't gotten so much publicity, I wouldn't be a detective. But it did, and I am. I'm learning as I go, and on somedays, my learning curve ain't that fast. I'm just trying to do the best I can.
That being said, I don't need more publicity when I try to do my job, again, and happen to stumble onto another crimescene. I don't need shit from the uniforms, and neither does Joe. I was ready to clock that wiseass yesterday. I get it. You don't like that I'm ordering you around instead of takin' 'em with you. But guess what, I'm still a detective, and that gives me seniority.
At least I asked you nicely.
I met a detective named Alex Eames when I was on line for coffee today (and when I realized that my mug was plastered all over the papers). She seemed really nice, and mentioned that she knew Jimmy. If I ever run into her again, I'll have to ask her if she's got any stories Jimmy hasn't told me (aka, doesn't want me to know). Or if she wants me to share some loving insights from Jimmy's childhood.
That is--if I survive whatever he's going to do to me when he finds out I walked in on another crime.
However, Det. Sexist but Accurate, I'm actually a 36 C. But you were close. Good try.
For the record--I don't go looking for crimescenes. I'm not that desparate for a case that I would wander around the city searching for some kind of crime for me to work on/stop/interfere/whatever the case may be. I just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. That's all.
I didn't ask for them to promote me to detective after the beauty salon thing either. Hell, I didn't even expect for that to happen. I was just trying to do the right thing, do my job, and I know that if the case hadn't gotten so much publicity, I wouldn't be a detective. But it did, and I am. I'm learning as I go, and on somedays, my learning curve ain't that fast. I'm just trying to do the best I can.
That being said, I don't need more publicity when I try to do my job, again, and happen to stumble onto another crimescene. I don't need shit from the uniforms, and neither does Joe. I was ready to clock that wiseass yesterday. I get it. You don't like that I'm ordering you around instead of takin' 'em with you. But guess what, I'm still a detective, and that gives me seniority.
At least I asked you nicely.
I met a detective named Alex Eames when I was on line for coffee today (and when I realized that my mug was plastered all over the papers). She seemed really nice, and mentioned that she knew Jimmy. If I ever run into her again, I'll have to ask her if she's got any stories Jimmy hasn't told me (aka, doesn't want me to know). Or if she wants me to share some loving insights from Jimmy's childhood.
That is--if I survive whatever he's going to do to me when he finds out I walked in on another crime.