Prompt: "Beginning"; "If you are not willing to risk the unusual, you will have to settle for the ordinary"
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Summary/Notes: This is the product of my goofiness/ boredom/ Big Red/ Eiffel 65. Read at your own risk. And it is very short. You have been warned.
I posted it on my LJ with a picture of Hobbes at the end... if you want to see it, go to my profile and there will be a link somewhere in there. Enjoy my whackyness!
A few weeks ago she was investigating one of the most important crime scenes she had ever seen in her entire career as an investigator. Four missing prize winning thoroughbreds, a dead security guard in one of the stalls, half a dozen fingerprints, several smudged shoe impressions, and about a thousand hoof prints. High school kids running everywhere, several dozen local newspaper reporters, and they had still managed to find the crack head murderer, trying to control four lively horses down one of the local roads, past the small grocery store where the owner called the police and started the local gossip chain.
A few weeks, a few calls. An airplane ride, without a meal 'cause the airlines are so cheap these days. Security lines longer than she'd ever seen in Montana. That moment, right after stepping out of JFK, knowing that her life was starting all over again. The nervous walk to the first crime scene. A smart-aleck CSI. Now look at her. Holding a tranquilized tiger's mouth open for her new boss. Knowing one slip of her hands could cost him a finger or two, Hands steady, knees knocking, trying to replace that stupid tiger's head with a less intimidating memory from her childhood. Breathe in. Breathe out. Just pretend it's Hobbes.