Work & Pleasure
Ella sat staring at her computer screen, slowly moving her chair from side to side whilst tapping the rubber end of her pencil in between her teeth, a bad habit that she just could not snap out of, despite the moans she got from her colleagues.
Everyone around her seemed to be busy doing some actual work but yet here she was sat waiting for a bloody machine to match a photograph from Vi-cap with a sketch that she had of a perp who had been attacking women during their morning run. The program had already been running for several hours and still nothing. Why couldn't it be how it was in the movies? As everyone was going over what they knew on the case and and match popped up almost instantly. Then again if being a cop was anything like being in the movies then Ella would be constantly getting shot at and chasing bad guys over rooftops. Like that would ever happen!
Quietly she got up and made her way over to the little kitchen area, she didn't want to alert anyone otherwise she would have been stuck making hot drinks for everyone in the office and that is one job that nobody wanted.
"Seriously!" Ella sighed out loud. "Who in their right mind puts the milk carton back in the fridge when there is no milk in it?" She walked forward to become visible to her colleagues, all of who were avoiding eye contact so they would not have to own up to the crime that had been committed. There was nothing harder then trying to get a cop to admit that they had done something wrong. Ella couldn't take any more and needed to get some fresh air (which was also know as going to the roof for a cigarette)
"Benson I'm going to clear my head." She told her partner of a year, a beefy guy that rang true for all the stereotypes about cops.
"That fresh air will kill you before you get to my age if your not careful Missy." He replied peering over his glasses with a stern look.
"And all those doughnuts will send your diabetes through the roof before the end of the shift if you're not careful." She teased back before heading for the roof.
Ella took a long drag of her cigarette whilst gazing down to the streets of New York. She loved it up here, it was the only place that she could really get away from everything and just watch the world go by. Looking down she knew there was dozens of things that would be happening like people doing their weekly food shop, someone arguing, people enjoying some alone time with their partners and god only knows how many crimes were being committed whilst she continued to enjoy the effects of her cigarette.
Her brows furrowed as she realised that HE was out there somewhere and she still hadn't found him. How many more women had to be attacked before he would slip up and they would be able to finally catch him? Don't get her wrong she knew there was only so much they could do and this particular scumbag liked to be safe so they had no DNA to go from. She just couldn't shake a feeling she had that she was missing something. She had expressed her feeling to Benson who had just told her she needed to take a break as it was impossible to catch every bad guy. That hadn't made her feel any better and despite the fact that he was probably right she did wonder if her first partner would share her feelings.
Ella stubbed her cigarette out and shook her head to get rid of the thoughts of her former partner, after all he wasn't here any more. He was now stuck on a pineapple infested island or at least that's what his postcard had said.