LunasRose

Blue Shield

Being the senior Detective, Alix had pulled rank and instructed Joel to stay, and in his place, she asked Dan to take her over to the ER. And truth be known, it wasn't a snarky Ex girlfriend move, it was actually a tactical one. Dan was far too Rookie to be let loose on a live crime scene without a mentor, and Joel was much more experienced, and actually pretty good at his job.

It was a quiet ride to the ER, Harper was starting to feel a little a groggy, and that mood didn't change when the Dr. removed the bullet with a pair of tweezers. Johnson was sick, alot. And it wasn't until they gave her a shot of the heavy painkillers that she stopped. After that she was just sailing through rainbows and unicorns. The medical team were unnerved when the Detective's requested to keep the bullet.

Ballistics would have a comparison for their victims, and they could also ascertain whether it was in fact the same shooter, or merely an opportunist wanting to caused panic. Once they'd discharged her, Harper was reluctant to go home, but when Dan dropped her off under Scott's orders, she had very little choice.

The hand was splinted, and it was damn well sore. It was at times like this, that she missed having her own apartment. The parents were out for the evening, but she still had her irritation of a brother slouching around. Quite frankly, she would have preferred to be at work, but was consoling herself by writing up a report.

The Gentle Art of Education.

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A craving..

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Blue Shield

"Ouch."

Harper wasn't best pleased when Coal took a hold of her hand. "Hey, that hurts!!" The blonde tried to swat him away, just as Joel appeared. He was the allocated medic for patrol that day.

"Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me.."

Apparently when in pain, Johnson was a bit of a potty mouth. Joel shook his head, half amused, and half exasperated. "I know, right? It's me or Mia. Think yourself lucky." He shook his head, "But let me fix you up." The Ex carefully handed back Devin his jacket with a polite nod, "So, what have we got?"

He turned her hand around and puffed his cheeks out. "Soooooo." He felt around in his pack for a bandage and some antiseptic wound wash. "Detective Coal, could you please grab me a vest from the car.." He handed the Detective his keys and Harper rolled her eyes stubbornly, "I am not wearing a bullet vest."

"You are.. And then you're going to the hospital." He insisted, "You need stitches in your palm. It's a right mess." Knowing that shock was the best tactic with Harper, he turned the hand to show her. The blonde looked for a second and then glanced away.

"Yeah, well...whatever. Just wrap it up or something."

Dan came over in a rush, "Ohhhh Man. Scott is going to be so pissed. He'll think I didn't do what I was supposed do and then..." The rookie was flustered, re-positioning his glasses as he rambled.

"Dan, Scott is always pissed. Have you got anything for the pain in that pack, Joel.." Harper tried to look, and he lightly tapped her good hand, "No, funnily enough, they don't let me carry morphine around." He cleaned off the area as best he could, and tightly wrapped the bandage around it. Admittedly, it felt a little better just having it secured. He then pulled out a triangular bandage and rigged up a sling to keep it up, tying it gently under her hair at the back of her neck.

"There, you should be comfortable until you get it sorted.."

"Cool, thanks." Harper stood up, "I'm just going to go and quickly..."

Dan shook his head, "You aren't going to quickly do anything." He put his foot down firmly, "You're going to the hospital."

"I feel fine.."

Joel chuckled, "Yeah, good luck arguing with her, Dan. But seriously, you lost a ton of blood, sit down for a minute.. " The Ex got a death glare, and he held his hands up in a humorous surrender, before heading to his patrol car to dump off his stuff. Enroute, he passed Devin. "Take your girlfriend to the hospital. She needs stitches." The tone was less then friendly, but it wasn't quite as bitter as usual. "She'll argue." He warned. "But, it would seem that you're pretty familiar with Harps already."

What's was that supposed to mean? Well, basically that he had very much witnessed the night out. And just letting Devin know that he knew. But how much he knew, was anyone's guess.

Blue Shield

"Here.."

Harper handed Devin the envelope. "My photo has a particularly charming red ring around it." Was it the first time that she'd been threatened? Nope. And it probably wasn't going to be the last. There was absolutely no reason to freak out about it.. Internally though, Harps felt incredibly freaked out. More then a little. A while ton. And what made matters worse, was that she couldn't find an angle from the street to match up the photographs.

The cameras were click click clicking, and questions were being called out from the barrier. The Media really didn't know how to act classy about anything. Or they endorsed was mass panic.

"There just isn't anywhere.."

Harper took another look around, but stayed in one spot, "Because look.. There isn't.."

But before she could finish her sentence, there was an all too familiar sound that rang out. Two silenced pops, followed by a whoosh right past her ear. If she hadn't happened to bend down to pick up her camera, it would have gone straight through her head. Instead, it caught her hand as it crazed past.

Harper swore and shook her fingers. That bloody hurt....Dan came running over, as did four patrol officers all with their guns drawn as they shouted to the crowd to move.

This wasn't good at all.

Blue Shield

Half an hour later, and they were back out at the parking lot. The Captain certainly hadn't exaggerated the sheer mess that the victim was in. Harper had a strong stomach, but even she felt nauseous after leaving the forensics tent to get some air. That's when Dan rocked up. The new boy - well, not so much new. More of a novice that was cutting his teeth. He rode along with Harper and Coal from time to time. His sense of humour was a little warped, but for the most part, he was likable. Super jumpy, but that's was just downright hilarious. One time, his glasses flew straight off from a simple, yet brilliantly timed 'boo'.

"Hey Dan, how goes it?"

"I got lost, I ended up at the Dockyard."

"Wow, that is lost." Harper gave the younger guy an impressed nod, and he handed over an envelope from the Captain. At this point, Harper had changed and was back in the skinny jeans. On this occasion, a dark purple pair that was teamed with her navy blue work polo. Her wayward hair was tied into a chunky plait, and her presinct ID hung around her neck on a Cardinals lanyard.

"What's this?" The blonde opened up the manilla envelope and pulled out the contents.

"These photos were dropped by the station last night. We have no. CCTV footage of who did it, or anything. They managed to go completely under the radar."

Harper wrinkled her nose, "That's worrying." There was a ton of security at the station, and to bypass it all, was no mean feat. There were several photo's in the package, none of which made much sense. However, there was one of Harper herself, at the scene the day before.

Dan cleared his throat, "Scott said that we all need to be careful. He is clearly not far away."

Harper nodded, "Thanks Dan. Did you want to go take a look?"

"Uhh, no." He admitted, "Is Coal around, I have to tell him to about the photographs. Scott's sorta' worried about the one of you."

Harper pointed to the tent behind her and rolled her eyes, "I can look after myself, but I think he's in there." And with that, she slid the photographs away and wandered across the street to get a wider view of the scene and it's position.

If he was watching.. Where was he watching from...

Blue Shield

It was incredibly disappointing when the phone rang, but duty first and all that jazz. However, what Captain Scott had to say really soured the mood. Another victim? This case had headache written all over it. Harper huffed in frustration as she pulled her dress over her head, this really was the last thing that she envisaged doing today. The first thing that she had envisaged was what they'd almost just done, and what they'd spent most of the previous night doing.

Was that greedy? Meh. Physical chemistry was physical chemistry, and it was safe to say, in a physical sense, they worked.

With a yawn, Harper plodded along to the bathroom and opened the door. "We've got to go when you're done, another victim, same place. Very messy." It was a short summary, but it got the message across. The blonde opened the shower screen with a smirk and wolf whistled.

"I need to stop off at home and get changed though... I don't think that this is classed as workwear. At least you had time to shower." She poked her tongue out at Devin, and turned to leave the room.

A craving..

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