Police! This Is An Emergency! (for je_nesaisquoi)
She'd been like this for days and Kowalski had finally broken. It was half past five on a Monday morning and he'd gotten up to check on Blanche, only to find her inthe exact same condition she'd been in for the last week. Asleep, hidden in her shell and not eating. So Kowalski had flipped out, left a ton of messages on the vet's machine because the damn place wasn't open yet and was now hurriedly tossing on clothes, turtle in one hand and pants in the other.
But he couldn't hold her and dress at the same time, so he kneed onto the bed, half-yelling at Vecchio that he had to get up, that they had to go right now, that he had to hold Blanche for him and talk to her while he got ready. And then the sudden need to ring the vet again took over, just in case they'd decided to open three hours early on a whim, and he left Blanche on Vecchio's bare chest, scrambled back out into the living room and made a grab for a non-existent phone.
Where the hell had he left it?