A winter's night, damp and dreary, finds our heroes, worn and weary,
Standing short and tall by a body bloated on the shore.
Bobby's sharp senses seeking scents from body reeking,
His avid antics freaking out the watchers even more.
They turn away, grim and gagging, as he gropes about the gore,
Ever eager to learn more.
*
Seeing this, heart sinking, Alex swears. Despairing, "Oh brother!" she declares,
And turns to talk to witnesses, waiting on the shore.
Her pointed questions pinning out the facts from tales spinning,
All the crazy crap she's binning, as she presses them for more,
She is probing, pushing, pointing as she presses them for more.
A challenge, not a chore.
*
Heads are aching; eyes are burning, for more sleep they are yearning
As wearily they sit amongst the papers lined up on the floor.
He is gazing at the ceiling, as his mind it is freewheeling
Until, at last, he is revealing what has not been known before,
He is uttering, and stuttering; his theories, out they pour,
And bring a suspect to the fore.
*
The morgue seems pretty frightful, but to Bobby it is delightful,
A font of information from victims fallen silent evermore.
Back and forth he is walking, round the corpses he is stalking
Rodgers as she keeps on talking, bluntly telling him the score.
He reaches out, she slaps him back, the report now a tug of war,
'Til at last, he learns wherefore.
*
Alex gives the exposition, Bobby adds his supposition,
But seeing cracks and crevices, Carver cries out "I need more!"
They are begging him, beseeching, out to him they are reaching
He pontificates, is preaching the finer points, the letter of the law.
There is a need, it plants a seed, a cunning plan they do explore
And finally...rapport.
*
It's one of Bobby's obsessions to rifle through possessions,
There are shelves and closets, nooks and crannies to explore,
A warrant's never wasted, his need to search seldom sated.
Her interest has abated, Alex standing, waiting by the door.
And bagged and tagged, the clues are stacked in the corridor.
There's evidence galore!
*
Guns drawn, together they are ready, hearts are racing, hands are steady
Mighty shoulders, bigger boots are useful as they batter down the door.
Armoured in her Kevlar vest, shouting out "You're under arrest!"
This is Alex at her very best. Pushing the suspect to the floor,
As she is roughly cuffing, puffing with the effort to make sure,
He is a threat no more...
*
All together they are huddled, their thinking clear, never muddled,
Two smart detectives and their captain; the councillors of war.
More plotting, planning, scheming; of the endgame they are dreaming
A method they are gleaning to break the suspect they abhor,
And Deakins, never meek, is moved to speak his favourite phrase, f' sure,
"Step into him!" once more.
*
Alex probing, she's all persistence. Boldly breaking through resistance
Is peerless, fearless, fearsome Bobby, he's a mighty matador.
The perp, now fumbles, stumbles as he crumbles to the floor.
In his misery, he mumbles, he is sobbing "Nevermore!"
Triumphant 'tecs, they are the best, beloved heroes to the core.
That's Order and the Law!
