Tony parked the car in the same lot as the day before and switched off the engine. He opened the glove box and fished out a package of gum, grimacing at the flavor before taking a piece a stuffing it in his mouth. Getting out, he rolled his shoulders a couple of times and mentally rehearsed a Jersey accent as he headed for the main door rather than the back one Leah showed him to the day before.
He approached the desk sergeant and identified himself, then asked to speak to Detective Bronski. The sergeant almost succeeded in keeping the distaste off his face as he called for Bronski, and Tony knew he had the right guy. Smiling his thanks at the man behind the desk, he moved away so his performance would not be overheard.
Hey, you DiNozzo? A voice that could only be described as crass assaulted Tony's ears.
Yeah, that's right. Bronski? Tony went for a slightly more nasal inflection, otherwise matching Bronski's vulgarity.
The florid man nodded. Whaddya want? I'm a busy guy, ya know.
Tony feigned extreme impatience. Tell me about it. My boss tells me I gotta come over here an' get some evidence. He leaned on the word, making it sound like a synonym for crapola. The chick in charge, I dunno, misfiled it or somethin'. He studied his nails as if he didn't care one way or the other.
Bronski studied the tall man for a moment. What chick and what evidence?
Tony gave the cop a grin. What chick? A smokin' hot redhead! All curves, no stop signs, if ya know what I mean. He nodded and slowly the other man nodded with him.
Yeah, I think I know who you mean. Hecht, right? At Tony's slow, musing nod, the detective continued. Yeah, she's somethin' to look at all right. But she's an ice princess. Not even global warming's gonna get that bitch to thaw.Well, we'll see. Anyway there was this DB yesterday, um, lemme see. Tony pulled out his notebook and made a show of flipping through it. Oh, yeah, here it is. Pantheon Street. Naked bastard. My boss says we need the evidence, it connects to a case we're working on.
Bronski lit up as he remembered the corpse. Pantheon Street. Oh, hey wasn't that the guy with the...Yep, that's the one! Tony cut him off before the other man could say it.
Evidence, huh. He seemed to think a moment, then smiled at Tony. Well, if it means I don't gotta investigate the disgusting bugger, then you can have it. Come on back, we'll get ya squared away.
Fifteen minutes later Tony left the building with a box of evidence. Crossing the parking lot he spit out the gum viciously and secured both the evidence and himself in the car, and headed back to NCIS.