No part of the anatomy belonging to established CI characters is mine. I hope you enjoy anyway.
Mikes Butt
Mike Logan bent down for a better look at the crime scene. The body had been moved and he wanted another look at the crime scene. He stood up looking for the shiny object that had caught his eye. Two strong hands clamped themselves on each cheek of his butt and squeezed. He leaped forward, whirling around ready to cold cock someone to find a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring up at him from somewhere around his chest.
The woman was 70 if she was a day and she was giving him a tooth filled grin. "Grandma, don't do that." A young woman told the older woman, hurrying over to take her arm. "Mr. I'm really sorry. I only turned away for a minute to put something in the car and she wandered away. Oh, no, you're a cop. My mother is really going to have a cow now. Grandma, how could you. I'm really, really sorry, officer."
Grandma got a gleam back in her eye and Mike hastily moved out of grasping range. "It's okay, no harm done. Just forget it." He told the freaked out teenager.
"Come on, Grandma, before you really get me in trouble."
But Grandma resisted for a minute. She motioned for Mike to bend down. He hesitated a minute then carefully bent down to see what she wanted. "Cute butt." She said with a cheerful chuckle and when he jerked back she pointed to a shiny object on the ground in the leaves at his feet.
He reached down to pick up the shell casing they'd been missing to prove who committed the murder. He picked it up and turned to say thank you, but the old lady and her granddaughter were gone.
Captain Ross was as pleased as he usually was when a key piece of evidence was found and a case solved.
Eames came over to his desk. "How did you find it?" she asked.
"I didn't. The butt grabber did." He told her and refused forever more to tell them who the butt grabber was.
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