By the time Kevin returned from dropping his daughter off with Jenny, Beckett and Esposito were already talking to Oseguiro, the atmosphere in the interrogation room something between undisguised impatience and dangerous volatility as three unyielding characters went back and forth about anything from murder to unlawful possession of firearms.
It was no surprise that Oseguiro denied everything, going as far as justifying the shootout as a necessary means to protect his safety and the sanctity of his apartment- the latter of which he'd destroyed with his actions.
Even though he was on probation and knew that the rules thereof were very strict when it came to firearms, he vehemently justified owning his high-powered machine gun as a last resort to protect himself from any characters of his colorful past.
Kevin watched the conversation drift from their current case to the twilight zone of Oseguiro's apparent paranoia and back to unlawful possession about five times before sighing in frustration and heading back to his desk, expecting that something had come back from the coroner's officer by now, something, anything that might help them with their case.
What he didn't expect was Sheringer standing over the dual workstation he shared with his partner, her eyes drifting back and forth between both desks, one arm holding a notepad as she eagerly scribbled away.
"Can I help you?", he asked hesitantly and watched her raise her head, eyeing him like a bug under a microscope.
"No."
Taken aback by the curt response, he approached, hoping to get close enough to see what she'd written on her notepad just to watch her pull it against her chest to hide her findings.
"I guess…I assumed you needed something since you were at Javi's and my desk instead of your work area."
"You assumed wrong, detective.", she countered flippantly, those intense blue eyes never even blinking.
When he didn't answer right away, she managed a brief, haughty smile before turning her back on him and heading toward her temporary quarters.
Unable to get rid of the chills running down his spine from his latest encounter with the strange woman; Kevin clenched his jaws, scanning the two desks for anything missing, but finding nothing out of the ordinary.
This case, he told himself, soon, this case would be over and with it, all the odd characters that seemed to follow them everywhere.