Notes: Think of this as 'before' They Are Good For Each Other.
Interoffice cooperation…?
Claire had been clear: Denise would not be part of the club; and Denise seemed disinclined to join in. This didn't mean she couldn't get her some info from time to time, right? As long as it was legally obtained?
Cindy Thomas was in the middle of a conversation with a Robbery's Inspector, while in full blown moral dilemma; lucky for her, she was cute, and no one in this district's police hated her guts, proven, and was even viewed benignantly by most despite being press.
She had accidentally landed one very interesting lead on one of Denise's cases, that she shouldn't have been rustling in but they accidentally fell and scattered all over the floor, and she had eidetic memory, and, and, Denise wouldn't kill her, would she? Given their situation? Anyway, the inspector was being very cooperative, if a little confused to have her at his desk, EVERYBODY within the Hall knew of her 'occasional' interaction with Lindsay; Jill and Claire having their own walled offices, were reduced significantly by comparison and Denise, well Denise was Denise, that was all there was to that. Maybe this would be a good chance to extend her networking a bit, would that work with Lindsay when she ends up in a cell as a suspect of a series of robberies? Not a chance; the man in front of her perked up, what had she been saying? Oh, right, the photos, shoot, they had to be somewhere! Her chest contracted as she saw Lindsay walking towards her an envelope in her hand and an acidic look in her dark, dark eyes.
The reporter winced causing her interlocutor to turn around and back to see her, a sympathetic look in his eyes, a look she'd seen a lot but never fully understood, just before the brunette reached them.
"I believe this, are yours." She bitted out as she put the envelope in plain sight.
"Yes I was just looking for those," she smiled pathetically, extending her hand and hoping the woman would just decide to ram her later.
"Later, Thomas," pronounced as icily as possible, were the last words pissed off Boxer said before dropping the envelope in her hand.
"Quite the risk you've suddenly decided to take, kid." The fifty something man told her checking over the first few photos. "Just hope her anger doesn't reach Kwon, cuz if it does, the doghouse will be the least of your worries."
"If need be, just quote me as an anonymous tipper and I'll do the same, that way we'll both be on the safe side," she said as a shiver went down her spine, doghouse alright! Damn it! Maybe she should've asked first?
Next time? Maybe?