Endangered Species (RP for SBPD related muses)
It was supposed to be a quick check in.
That's it. Collect the check they've earned after the last case, say a quick hello, maybe even taste some hot chocolate; if the machine wasn't still broken, of course. Considering that the Chief said they were not getting a raise because 'the department had more important things to spend their money on', dude, it better be they fixed the hot chocolate machine.
The thing is, they were supposed to be out of the station in less than 35 minutes. Their goal: Hot popcorn, a comfy couch and 'The Big Bang Theory'. And seriously, as ridiculously funny as the show was, it was way much more fun just looking at Gus correcting stuff from it.
So, Shawn decided to wait for Gus to finish with the paperwork. He strode into the bullring, a huge grin on his face as he greeted people around. No sign of his favorite detectives in the whole wide word, just a huge bunch of officers running around. He decided that Jules's desk was the best place to rest and wait for his payment. Besides, Jules's seat was, not counting pregnancy chairs, the comfiest chair around.
But then he saw her coming out of the Chief's office.
Covered in a blanket, her mascara running down her cheeks as she sobbed, a cell phone in one hand, her sparkling 50's style glasses in the other and by her side a young police officer who was very possibly going to be deaf by the age of 37 thanks to the desperate shouting of the blanket covered lady.
"Mrs. Portier, why don't you take a seat while I fetch you a glass of water?", the young officer tried. But the woman, who looked as if she lived in the rich side of Lucille Ball's neighbourhood, kept sobbing, shouting and cursing the horrible manners the SBPD had with attempted of murder victims to whoever was taking her complaints at the other side of the line.
A still endangered attempted of murder victim, according to Mrs.Portier's rambling at the phone.
And Shawn could easily see what had happened not long ago. Her brown hair was covered with dust, probably plaster, just like the upper side of her outfit, which he noticed when she reached out to grab her golden purse.
Okay, that was all he needed.
He glanced around. No. No Gus yet. That seemed like the perfect oportunity to start working on their next check. And they still had 24 minutes to go before 'The Big Bang Theory' was on tv.
He slipped off Jules's chair and marched, or more likely stumbled, straight to Chief' Vick's office. Moaning, he yanked open the door and walked in with his legs trembling as if they were made with jell-o.
"Kevin Bacon! No! Tremors!", he whimpered as he waved his arms around, reaching out to hang from one of the nearest chairs, " No! Tremors 2! Oh my god! No! The sky! The sky is falling on me!"