Incognito.
Homicide Inspector for the San Francisco Police Department Lindsay Boxer was, as had become the norm this last year, berating one redhead, paler than usual, Cindy Thomas, reporter for the crime desk of the 'San Francisco Register', when the already cowering and exceedingly apologetic younger woman suddenly blanched, quite a feat that just seconds before would've seemed impossible, automatically turning a deaf ear on her friend's rant to search for the fastest and most discreet route out of the altogether too open homicide bullpen.
This would, of course, get the lanky brunette's attention, after all, wasn't she the single most scary being in the reporter's life? Present evidence standing; Cindy actually shutting her out as if her life depended on her actions for the few next seconds; she had no other choice but to turn around… and find the one and only pain in Jill's ass (and all too often her own), Acting District Attorney Denise Kwon striding on her general direction. Curiously enough, despite her usual impenetrable poker face, her eyes betrayed her as a hell angrier then anyone had ever seen her.
That was something coming from someone to have known her for so long.
Cringing in sympathy she returned her attention to the gallows' fodder to pay her respects, only to find her gone!
"Good afternoon, Inspector." The cold as ice voice of Jill's Archenemy, and half the reason she wasn't sleeping her dues, startled her from her search.
"Denise," she acknowledged the woman's presence, barely containing a grimace. "Can I help you?"
"Apparently not," she declared; her foul mood readily visible. "I hoped to find one Cindy Thomas here, as she often is, if you see her please don't warn her I'm looking for her." Without further ado or even waiting for a replay she left; leaving Lindsay to feel as if the air had been sucked from her lungs and slump on her desk chair which rolled a few inches back revealing a bundle of redheaded reporter hiding under her desk.
"What are you doing?" a smirk on her face, she questioned even as she already had her answer.
"Waiting out the storm," she mumbled as she climbed to her feet and straightened her clothing. "her temper should've mellowed out by quitting time, if I manage to avoid her till then I'm saving life AND limb." She explained reasonably enough.
Through she tried to appear calm; Lindsay could easily notice her tension. Perhaps this whole Cindy/Denise debacle did have its high points; Bye, bye sanctuary! The Inspector thought, about time someone put a leash on the girl. The shark like smile remained, obviously, only in her mind. After all.
Cindy was a smart girl, she'd eventually catch on.
Authoress' Notes:
That's quite the feat you asking for pprbckwrtr, I guess trying won't kill us (IF you thing we haven't traumatized enough people that is.), Hope you like it:
Nofret.