She was on her seventh coffee cup and it wasn't even lunch yet. She doesn't remember downing half of it but work tended to... make her forget things. She had been handed a folder about missing college kids in the nearest university. It would have been what she would call the sh*t job. The job they handed out to newbies since everyone knew college people disappeared all the time for no reason at all... or the most stupid of reasons anyway. Most of them left for vacation, for their boyfriends or girlfriend, heck, sometimes they just party hopped and slept it off elsewhere for days. The police just ended up looking stupid when they finally showed up.

She leaned back in her chair and put both feet on the table as she tried to process what just happened to her morning. Somebody had to do the job and so she looked at the files and something about them bothered her. Most of them were responsible individuals, given their grades. They weren't those people likely to just runaway... they were the responsible type... but then those people snapped too.

She reached for the paper cup and frowned when she realized it was empty. She then crumpled it and looked over her shoulder and shot it towards somebody else's wastebasket. It fell right in and she pumped her fists in the air at the "three point shot" that made it. There was a trashbin beside her desk but she only threw three cups in it in a day. Someone, meaning her partner Karmody, was a freakin health nut and he always frowned at the amount of caffeine she took in... actually he frowned at everything she took in. Then again almost everything she took in was unhealthy... anyway, the man always took a peep in her trash bin and she had to listen to him nag about having a more healthy lifestyle. To make her life easier, she pretended to listen and he pretended she followed whatever he said.

She frowned at the idea and ripped open another pack of polos she always had with her. Although she loved coffee, she hated coffee breath and so she had developed the habit of chewing on the mints after each coffee intake. She thumbed two pieces free and flipped both in the air intending to catch them with her mouth. The first one fell in but the second one was caught in the air by her partner.

"What gives?" she frowned and turned her chair around to face him.

"We need to go to the university, we need to do checks on those missing people." he said and reached over to open check the trashbin beside her. He had to lean in close to her because she didn't move from her position. His green eyes stared hard at her as he found the content of the trash bin somehow unsatisfactory. She remained looking "innocent" and he raised an eyebrow.

"Wanna get a room Karmody?" she grinned and waggled her eyebrows in an exaggeratedly suggestive look.

"Shut up Radwell. I though we were down to eight cups a day. It's barely lunch."

"Those are three cups in there, I've at least four more."

"Liar, you've had at least four more than three. You're down to just one cup for the whole afternoon. Now get your butt off that chair, we're leaving."

"What the hell are you talking about!" she yelled as she stood and grabbed for her jacket hung on her chair.

"There are three polo packs in there. You average half a roll per cup, do the math."

"That is so not true." she denied.

"See? You're using 'so' already, defensive i what I call you. Now move your sugar and caffeine filled ass. We've a librarian to catch."

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