In the last few weeks, she had been attacked, cut, brutalized, and now, almost blown up. While she realized that she would have to put herself on the line for her job, this was beginning to get a bit out of hand. Sitting in the locker room, her ears still ringing, she stared down at the damp towel she held between her hands. Bowing her head ( Read more... )

“Not if you were the last man on Earth…” Olivia spat, before turning on her heel and reaching for the handle of the interrogation room door. Glancing over her shoulder, dark eyes narrowed at the perp, who was grinning like a demented kid in a candy store. "By the way, the lab came back, you're a perfect match to the DNA found on Samantha." She ( Read more... )

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