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- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
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[fieldbox= Cynthia, teal]As promised, Cynthia let West take the lead on the interview, only nodding her head politely to the woman when she was introduced but otherwise keeping quiet. He hadn't done a bad job, not that she really had expected him to, but it still didn't feel quite right having someone else doing work she considered her own. Breaking herself of that mindset was going to be tough. After the past six years of working alone, having a partner was like working an entirely new job altogether. Still, West got all the information they needed, along with the key to the woman's apartment, which was all that they really needed to begin with. Whether what they found produced the results they wanted had yet to be seen, but it was certainly better than sitting around doing absolutely nothing but waiting for something to fall into their lap.
She thought to question West a bit more about the reason why he wanted her to run to the lab when they returned, but decided after a while that it wasn't any of her business. She knew most of the techs that worked in the lab, and while she had never had any problems with them, she could understand how someone could end up having a disagreement with any of them. She couldn't for the life of her figure out how he could have a difference of opinion with someone he had only just met. Was he that difficult to get along with? If he was, she hadn't seen it yet, and hoped that side of him remained hidden as long as they were partners. She had a hard enough time dealing with people who weren't difficult.
The search through Miss Hahn's apartment lead to the same results as the search of Mark Tyler's apartment, and in the end they came up with the same items to retrieve DNA from. It was only when they stepped foot in the apartment and Cynthia noticed that the woman's home was similar to Tyler's in the sense that nothing was out of place, Was it simply a coincidence that they were both about to take a trip? Cynthia thought that it was, but made a mental not to keep the thought in the back of her mind for further investigation. After all, hadn't she told West that only the killer could understand why he was choosing the victims? For all she knew, they could have something against people going on vacation.
With the evidence in hand she drove back to the station, still mulling over the possibilities that they may have inadvertently stumbled onto a possible link between the victims. It was still too early tell just yet, and she decided not to mention her idea to West just yet, not until they had a bit more evidence.
Before they parted ways, she listened to her partner reiterate what he had already told her, not clarifying any of the details for her. She shrugged it off, grabbing up the evidence and heading inside without any more questioning, deciding that if it was really important he would have told her about it. As long as their evidence was run and they got the results quickly, Cynthia didn't care if there was an all-out brawl between her new partner and the lab techs.
At the lab, Cynthia noticed the strange looks she was getting from the techs, her brow quirking to show her curiosity. As she approached one of the male techs, she couldn't help but question the way he flinched when they made eye contact, or how he had gotten the bruise on his jaw. Before she could open her mouth he reached up to snatch the evidence bags from her hand, grumbling quietly about how he'd have the results for her as soon as possible. The detective was about to turn away, ready to head back to the MCU to wait for the result. She was stopped by the sound of rustling paper, the tech jerking the report she was waiting for in the air to gain her attention rather than calling her out by name. With a huff of annoyance, Cynthia jerked the page from his hand, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at the odd behavior. 'And people say I don't know how to act.'
Her irritation with the tech was forgotten the instant her eyes scanned over the report, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips until she realized exactly what she was smiling about. The report concluded that the hair from the brush she had brought was 100% match to the body that was currently downstairs; they officially had a name to go with one of their victims. On the plus side, they were one step closer to finding the killer. On the downside, they would have to break the bad news to the man's brother, and they still had quite a bit of work to do in order to catch their murderer.
Rushing down to the MCU, Cynthia didn't even bother stopping by her office. Instead she peered into each office until she came across West's, the paper in her hand slapped down on his desk. "We've got a match on Mark Tyler. So it looks like we'll be delivering bad news tonight after all."[/fieldbox]
She thought to question West a bit more about the reason why he wanted her to run to the lab when they returned, but decided after a while that it wasn't any of her business. She knew most of the techs that worked in the lab, and while she had never had any problems with them, she could understand how someone could end up having a disagreement with any of them. She couldn't for the life of her figure out how he could have a difference of opinion with someone he had only just met. Was he that difficult to get along with? If he was, she hadn't seen it yet, and hoped that side of him remained hidden as long as they were partners. She had a hard enough time dealing with people who weren't difficult.
The search through Miss Hahn's apartment lead to the same results as the search of Mark Tyler's apartment, and in the end they came up with the same items to retrieve DNA from. It was only when they stepped foot in the apartment and Cynthia noticed that the woman's home was similar to Tyler's in the sense that nothing was out of place, Was it simply a coincidence that they were both about to take a trip? Cynthia thought that it was, but made a mental not to keep the thought in the back of her mind for further investigation. After all, hadn't she told West that only the killer could understand why he was choosing the victims? For all she knew, they could have something against people going on vacation.
With the evidence in hand she drove back to the station, still mulling over the possibilities that they may have inadvertently stumbled onto a possible link between the victims. It was still too early tell just yet, and she decided not to mention her idea to West just yet, not until they had a bit more evidence.
Before they parted ways, she listened to her partner reiterate what he had already told her, not clarifying any of the details for her. She shrugged it off, grabbing up the evidence and heading inside without any more questioning, deciding that if it was really important he would have told her about it. As long as their evidence was run and they got the results quickly, Cynthia didn't care if there was an all-out brawl between her new partner and the lab techs.
At the lab, Cynthia noticed the strange looks she was getting from the techs, her brow quirking to show her curiosity. As she approached one of the male techs, she couldn't help but question the way he flinched when they made eye contact, or how he had gotten the bruise on his jaw. Before she could open her mouth he reached up to snatch the evidence bags from her hand, grumbling quietly about how he'd have the results for her as soon as possible. The detective was about to turn away, ready to head back to the MCU to wait for the result. She was stopped by the sound of rustling paper, the tech jerking the report she was waiting for in the air to gain her attention rather than calling her out by name. With a huff of annoyance, Cynthia jerked the page from his hand, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at the odd behavior. 'And people say I don't know how to act.'
Her irritation with the tech was forgotten the instant her eyes scanned over the report, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips until she realized exactly what she was smiling about. The report concluded that the hair from the brush she had brought was 100% match to the body that was currently downstairs; they officially had a name to go with one of their victims. On the plus side, they were one step closer to finding the killer. On the downside, they would have to break the bad news to the man's brother, and they still had quite a bit of work to do in order to catch their murderer.
Rushing down to the MCU, Cynthia didn't even bother stopping by her office. Instead she peered into each office until she came across West's, the paper in her hand slapped down on his desk. "We've got a match on Mark Tyler. So it looks like we'll be delivering bad news tonight after all."[/fieldbox]