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Spoilers: Season 1, episode 4
DAY 4
Linden and Holder are walking back to the car after talking to Rosie's best friend, Sterling, at the high school. As usual, the rain is coming down in buckets. They don't even seem to notice.
"If Rosie was having an affair it might explain the shoes. That key didn't fit her school locker, right?" Linden asks.
"No. Maybe she had some secret lockbox or something where she stashed the guy's love letters and stuff."
"Where? We already checked her bedroom."
"I'll talk to the Larsens," Holder offers, knowing what Linden is going to say.
"I'll do it. I'm meeting them at the station."
"Of course you are. I love this partnership. You do whatever you want, and I spend my time chasing you down." It's not one of those times when he can keep his frustration with her to himself.
"Is there a problem?" They exchange a hostile look at each other from either side of the car, where they are standing, about to get in. They hold each other's gaze for a minute, then both look away without further comment. It's a truce, though an uneasy one.
Linden continues. "Rosie was sneaking out during school, taking the bus, maybe meeting someone."
"Yeah, so?"
"The 108 doesn't hit her neighborhood from here. From Ft. Washington. Find out where she went."
Holder
Just when I think I'm gaining a little of Linden's respect… well, there it is. Clearly I'm not. Why do I bother to try to have ideas, anyway, if she's just gonna treat me like her lapdog? Damn, but Linden is infuriating! Find out where she went, Holder. I'm gonna talk to the Larsens, Holder. It is not looking like I'm gonna be lead on this case at all, because she ain't gonna be leaving. She may not know it yet, but I'm pretty sure. We're way more alike that I'd thought, and in this case, it sucks.
There's more to this case that we're not seeing. There has to be. This Rosie girl had some serious secrets, even for a teenager. Where would a teenager have gotten those shoes? Where would she even wear them? The Larsens don't strike me as parents who'd just let their daughter go out dressed that way. Especially the mother. Not that teenagers don't sneak around or nothing, but… it's not adding up. Luckily, I'm about as stubborn as they come, and I don't plan to give up anytime soon.
Linden
Holder gets mad over the silliest things. I mean, really! Why is he so dead set on talking to the Larsens? Who cares who talks to them? Besides, he really doesn't know when to stop pushing. And they are not the people who we need to be pushing right now. They're not suspects, they're obviously in pain, and upsetting them isn't going to help us.
He just needs to calm down and let me be the lead on the case for a few more days, then I'll be out of his way, because I'm definitely not sticking around past the weekend. There's no way Oakes is talking me into staying past that.
…
"The 108 doesn't hit her neighborhood from here. From Ft. Washington. Find out where she went."
Holder stood there, in the pouring rain, almost (but not quite) in disbelief, just staring at Linden for at least five long seconds before blurting out, "And where you going in the mean time?" He didn't just ask, he almost demanded it. He realized that the words had come out a little more aggressively than he'd meant them to, but he didn't care. He was pretty sure, however, that Linden was gonna pull rank again any second, so he added, "Cause, you know, since we're working together at the moment it might be nice to let things flow both ways on the information superhighway."
Linden rolled her eyes at him. "You mean besides meeting the Larsens back at the station? I told you that already." She paused, looking as though she was having an internal debate with herself. "After that, if you really want to know, I need to pick up Jack. Get him some dinner. Maybe even sleep for a few hours."
Holder nodded slowly, feeling silly for his outburst. She had said she was going to meet with the Larsens, though she hadn't said when. Of course it was reasonable that she'd be picking up Jack. It was almost of the end of the day, he reminded himself. He'd just assumed that she was going to work through the night… though it wouldn't have surprised him if she had. She'd done it a few times already since he'd known her. I need to stop letting her get under my skin, he thought to himself. He decided to try to play it off. No sense getting her mad unnecessarily.
"What? Now I know you're making shit up! Cause you definitely do not sleep, at least not voluntarily." Holder had his anger issues, but he wasn't trying to provoke Linden if he could help it. Whatever anyone wanted to believe about him, he tried to be a decent enough guy.
She looked him straight in the eyes and replied, "Maybe I just know better than to sleep when you're anywhere nearby. For my own safety." Linden didn't even crack a smile. Still, he was just gonna assume it was a joke. She seemed like the type who'd be big on deadpan humor… and besides, he chose to believe that she liked him more than she was letting on.
"Oh snap! Linden's telling jokes!" Holder almost howled with laughter.
There it was – that little half smile. So far he hadn't seen that smile directed at anyone but him, which he attributed to his charm, of course. "Go on, get outta here!" he told her with a smirk, as she started getting into the car. "I've got a bus to catch."