Flack/OC Fluffy little story. Flack takes a report from an unusual undercover agent.
A woman in a long coat stood looking nervously around the bullpen. "Can I help you?" Flack asked her.
"Yes, I need to talk to you in private, Detective."
"We can go in the conference room, " Flack started to usher her into the conference room when his mobile phone rang, "Flack... Tennessee You're sure?...Well, get back to me when you find out." Flack hung up and ushered the nervous woman into an interview room. The woman slipped out of her heavy coat revealing ceil blue scrubs underneath. She put her hand on the table revealing a badge and a photo ID.
"I'm Special Agent Jennifer
Hughes with the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation. I'm undercover and
my weapon has been stolen."
A million
questions floated around Flack's head and he blurted out the
stupidest one there was, "What are you doing undercover in New
York if you're from Tennessee?"
"I'm actually on temporary assignment with the FBI. There are very few investigators who can work undercover inside a health care facility and only a handful of us can take an Intensive Care assignment."
"Why not go through your FBI contact?"
"I paged him as well as his backup several times. No one's called me back in over an hour. Pagers in this area are having problems this morning. We had several problems paging physicians this morning. So when I talked to my boss this is what was suggested. And to be honest, I'm back on duty at the hospital in 11 hours. I'd like to get a little sleep before then."
"So let me get this straight. You want me to expedite a gun theft report."
"Basically, yes. It was stolen from the glove compartment of my car in the second level of the parking garage."
"You should have just reported it and let us come process the scene."
"Oh, yeah, sure! Why don't I just take out an ad saying 'Undercover Agent Investigating Your Ass.' I call you to the scene and hospital security would be involved. Then word would be out that there's a cop undercover and then the last month's work would be shot. This way if anyone from the hospital asks nothing much was stolen just an umbrella, CDs and I'll swear a desk clerk filled out the report."
"Still we'll have to take a look at your car. Just sit tight and let me verify somethings."
"Oh. I have this for you." She pulled out evidence bags with glass and a swab. They were labeled and sealed. "Just sign and they're yours. Presumptive test indicated human blood."
Flack looked at the photo ID closer. There it was, Special Agent - Forensic Scientist 2. "Shoulda know lab rats..." he muttered. "I'll send Hawks down from the crime lab to pick those up and finish processing the car. Where did you leave it?"
"In the lot outside, an officer..." she consulted her smart phone. "J. Smith, is watching it."
"Just sit here, I'll be back."