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Mike's office was a mess.
Papers and files were strewn all over his desk. The photo of the dead body that hung on the west wall was crooked, and even the infamous stairs were askew. As for its occupant, he was pacing the office frantically, shouting words that he'd never dare utter in court.
"What's wrong?" Connie asked. She'd stopped by to apprise him of a new development in a case, but found herself distracted by the chaos.
"I can't find my damn BlackBerry!" Mike exclaimed, looking under a pile of papers for what was probably the thousandth time. "You haven't seen it, have you?"
Connie shook her head.
"And I need to look something up! Shit!"
"You want to put Green and Lupo on the case?" she said, stifling her laughter.
"This isn't funny, Connie." He threw open his briefcase, tossing its contents onto the floor. Once he realized that it wasn't there, he looked like he might cry.
Just like Linus without his security blanket, Connie thought.
She turned and walked back towards her cubicle. It served Mike right – he depended on that device far too much, anyway. How many times had the damn thing interrupted them while they were out on a date?
But she got an idea just then – and she couldn't believe that Mike hadn't thought of it first. She pulled out her own cell phone, dialing his number. If the BlackBerry was in Mike's office, it would ring and he would then be able to find it.
It must have rung twenty times. Then, someone finally picked up – and it wasn't Mike.
"Hello?" The familiar voice on the other end sounded very annoyed.
"Jack?" Connie said, surprised. "You took Mike's BlackBerry?"
"Damn right. And he isn't getting it back until he learns to look things up the old-fashioned way."
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