A/N. Written for the 'First Impressions' challenge at thursday100. Remember: Dick Wolf owns CI. Do I look like Dick Wolf? I sure as hell hope not. Therefore, I do not own CI. But Christmas is tommorow. You never know, I might get lucky. 'Dear Santa: This year for Christmas I'd like Bobby Goren, wrapped with a ribbon. Nothing else is necessary.' XDDD
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She paused outside of the door, brushed her hair back off of her shoulders and surveyed the busy room beyond. Enter the new girl. Welcome to Major Case, Detective Bishop.
She located her temporary partner. Reaching out her hand, she opened her mouth and managed to say, "Detective Goren? Hi, I'm-" before being cut off.
"Bishop, I know. They told me you were coming today." He leaned forward, sniffed the air.
She was slightly unnerved. "Something wrong, Detective?"
"No, I just… you had a tuna sandwich for lunch. With tomatoes and…" He sniffed again. "Onions."
Oy vey. It was going to be a long nine months.