Fin doesn't like to wake up before the sun.
Odafin Tutuola slowly awoke to the annoying chirp of his cell phone. He flipped it open as he rose into a slumped sitting position.
"Tutola." Fin mumbled into the receiver.
He groaned and slowly rolled his eyes to look at his bedside clock as he hung up.
"Two in the frickin' mornin'. Doesn't this city ever sleep?"
He rolled out of bed, made himself somewhat presentable, grabbed his gun and badge, and headed for the door.
When he reached the crime scene, it was total chaos. He did everything he could as dictated by protocol and finally set off for the station house at five a.m.
As soon as he got there he collapsed at his desk and mumbled something that sounded like 'unbelievable'. When he did venture to pick his head up he dialed a familiar number and began filling out necessary forms.
Half an hour later he handed the forms to Captain Cragen and ambled over into the interrogation room where he proceeded to wait another two hours. About that time Munch walked in, in a neatly pressed black suit and red tie with spit-shined shoes and a cocky smile.
"You seen the inside of your eyelids lately?"
"Not since two this morning." Fin replied as he considered using the table as a makeshift pillow.
"Figures. You look like shit."
Fin glared at the older man. "Fine. How about I throw your skinny, white ass across the room and you get up at two a.m. next time a narc lab blows up next to a park full of kids!"
John cringed but wisely chose to shut up as their first suspect was led in.
Next up, hopefully Elliot. If I can't thing of a story for him then it'll probably be Mike Sandoval.