Elizabeth sighed in a sea of honking horns and backed up cars. She had driven 6 hours to NYC, the last hour was spent in traffic. Finally she pulled into the station parking lot, speedwalking up the steps and into the lobby.

"You lost, miss?" A young officer in uniform asks her as she takes a moment to look around.

"I'm special agent Daniels with the FBI," She flashes her badge as the cop is taken aback for a moment. "I'm here to see your boss..." starting to sound impatient.

5 minutes later and she's standing next to the captain behind the one way mirror of an interrogation room.

"So Daniels, he's all yours," the captain drops the files on the desk and walks out. Looking through them very quickly she takes them into the interrogation room with her, dropping the files on the desk and taking a seat in front of the handcuffed dealer in front of her.

"My name is Daniels and for the next few weeks, I'm going to be your best and only friend."

"Fuck you," He responds in a thick brooklyn accent.

Liz closed her eyes as she sighed for a moment. "I don't think you're getting the point, you see, I'm not NYPD. I'm FBI, you're part of a bigger investigation now, this isn't some small time charge we're talking about."

"Go fuck ya'self lady," the kid leans back in his chair comfortably.

"Oook, let's try a different approach..." She begins to look through the files to find something useful to bring up...

Storming into the office was a feared female that would kill anyone that touched her blookes. He growled and walked into the integation roo eyes narrowed "YOU, you stole my parking spot, you got the count of ten to get your ass out of here right now or I will drag it out and we can take it outside" snapped the female with sharp and cold tounge harsher then any whip. Three german shepards fallowed up behind her growling deeply at the drug dealer to keep him silent or they would bite him...again.

"My person i interogate these people . I should just beat you up for walking into my place" said angrily eyes narrowed eyes glowing with gentle yet sharp rage.

"You don't want to take it out there then we can do it in here, press all your snazzy buttons"The female eyes cold and heartless the dogs growled and barked sharply as well bared their teeth their eyes narrowed but they dared not attack.

Elizabeth jumped to attention, wide eyed and backed against the table.

"Uh-um, excuse me. You're talking to a federal agent, and who might you be?" She says, flinching between her words at the barks and growls of the dogs as much as the dealer was.

"And by the way, this perp is part of a federal investigation, our jurisdiction supersedes NYPD m'am, so he's technically MY person now." Regaining composure and trying to take charge of the conversation while simultaneously inching towards the doorway to call for help.

"Yeah, I'm her person now!" The dealer agrees to save his own ass.

"Excuse me! There's a woman here interrupting my investigation!" She tries to call out down the hallway, even though most of them probably know exactly what's going on. "Who are you again?"

The dogs snarled deeply at the other male fangs bared at him sharply. The female was not amused "I am doing the same thing as you , you brat yesh afraid of me ? Fedral ? Yeah so am I so shut it you numb dipstick" she spat rolling her eyes and poked her sharply.

"My perp my job not yours, you took my bloody spot as well so you get not a person to investiage thats in my juerstiation" snapped eyes cold and tough as she was a tall female with dark black hair and took her sunglasses off showing deep green eyes. her dogs barked sharply eventually the Captain had t stop them both and took them to the room.

They had a long discuin on what this was, but the stubborn female wasn't lettign up and when the girl wasn't looking, she stole her keys and file and grunted .

"fine but don't blame me if the world turns to flames" she called and slammed out the door walking out with her keys and file . She went to a local bar and sat down ordeering a whiskey

"I apologize for that confusion, Captain," Liz said as the Captain waved her off and left the room. She turned around to face the perp through the mirror, before realizing her files were missing.

"What the hell?" She patted her own pockets, realizing her keys were missing too. It only took her a moment to figure that Tasha had been the one to steal it. Storming out into the hallway she asked the nearest cop, "Hey you! That officer, with the dogs and the outfit and-"

"You mean Tasha?"

"Yeah her, where would I find her?"

"Well, if she's not on a job, you can probably find her at a bar nearby," he shrugged.

"...Thanks..." She walked off in a rush, planning to check every local bar she could see in the area. Fortunately it was the second one she entered that she spotted Tasha.

"Excuse me, Detective..." she said in a condescending tone. "I believe you have something of mine," leaning onto the bar next to her.