(no subject)
Despite what you might see on those network crime shows, police work--and especially criminalistics--isn't all running after perps, interrogating suspects, squinting at things under a flashlight's beam in a dramatically lit apartment, or surveying a scene in a nice suit and sunglasses with a male-model pose.
There's a lot of paperwork. A lot. Especially when part of your job is administration, and summer has just ended in New York. The heat always drives people crazy--well, crazier than usual--and Mac has a stack of case reports and notes to go through for upcoming trials and preliminary hearings.
He'd planned to look them over in his office, but when the elevator doors open on the 35th floor, it's not the crime lab in front of him. It's the Inn again; the first time it's showed up since he'd been stuck there for a couple days on his first entering. Not that it seemed like a bad place, he might just like it a little more if it stopped showing up when he least expected it.
At the moment Mac's taken a seat at a booth in the bar/restaraunt area, his notes spread out on the table, except for one spot where he's eked out a space for his coffee.
There's a lot of paperwork. A lot. Especially when part of your job is administration, and summer has just ended in New York. The heat always drives people crazy--well, crazier than usual--and Mac has a stack of case reports and notes to go through for upcoming trials and preliminary hearings.
He'd planned to look them over in his office, but when the elevator doors open on the 35th floor, it's not the crime lab in front of him. It's the Inn again; the first time it's showed up since he'd been stuck there for a couple days on his first entering. Not that it seemed like a bad place, he might just like it a little more if it stopped showing up when he least expected it.
At the moment Mac's taken a seat at a booth in the bar/restaraunt area, his notes spread out on the table, except for one spot where he's eked out a space for his coffee.