Case Three: Saying

Okay, so Dani had stopped trying to count the times, within an entire day, that Charlie Crews said something inappropriate. Sure, all people talked a lot, it was natural, but he didn't just talk… he – he talked inappropriately. At it pissed Dani off, it did. She felt like she almost couldn't bring him anywhere without feeling sort of embarrassed. People gave her these funny looks whenever he said anything and she ended up just nodding lamely, which was just as humiliating.

So today she had counted four already.

One – he asked her if she had a nice shower that morning, because her hair looked particularly shiny.

Two – he told her that she should wear skinny jeans more often; that one didn't have a 'because'.

Three – he told her, yet again, that he should drive because men are better drivers, it's in their nature. And then he laughed, yeah, he fucking laughed.

Four – he said that she should deal with the weeping widower because women were overly emotional and he couldn't handle it.

So yeah, that was four already, and she did not appreciate it if he said more, because she was already losing her mind with him, and it made her feel really bad if she had to yell or tell him to cut it off, because she didn't want to be the partner who was always angry.

Mhm, what was she doing again? Oh yeah, she was sitting there, trying to comfort a man she didn't know (which could come with this job, she had always known that), but for some reason she was thinking about Charlie, which she really shouldn't, and now she really ought to pay attention more…

"Shh, alright, I know it's a tough time for you, sir, but we really need you to tell us, when was the last time you saw your wife?"

She believed her voice was gentle and caring, and she glanced briefly at Charlie, who had his hands in his pockets, and looked completely bored; it was safe to say that he didn't want to be there right that moment.

The widower sniffed in her embrace again and looked at her, tears trailing down his cheeks, "I really… I really can't seem to remember?"

This man was not a suspect at all. The wife's lover was the suspect, because they seemed to have had a quarrel earlier; at least a few witnesses had reported that. He seemed to be completely out of guilt, but they still needed his statement to make their own theory stick.

"Can't remember…?" Charlie then said, and quickly kneeled down in front of the poor guy, angry-lines across his forehead, "Or won't remember?" he paused, look stern, "Did you have something to do with this?"

Dani felt her mouth drop open in disgust and shock, and the widower wailed, before he buried his face into the nape of Dani's neck, clearly hurt by the accusation Charlie had just made. Dani shot him an angry look and hissed, "God Crews, what is wrong with you?"

She hadn't expected an answer, she really hadn't. Actually, when she thought about it, she would much rather have preferred not to get an answer from him. But well… She should have known by now that Charlie Crews leaves nothing left unsaid; he really did like those inappropriate comments.

Case number three: He says inappropriate things, and people ask me if he does that a lot, and all I can do is nod.

Aw, really? He does?

"I – I sleep with a teddy bear."

I rest my case.

The widower looked up from her neck when the door smacked close behind her partner, "Does he do that a lot?" was the question.

Dani let out a huge sigh and offered the man a small smile. All she could do was nod; she had almost (almost!) gotten used to this by now.

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