He watches the hand that now attends to organizing the board. A few of the names disappear under the eraser, only to be rewritten, this time in black. The board itself is a grim rainbow, signifying the triumphs and failures of the murder police. The hand stops writing and the figure it belongs to walks away. He continues to look at the board, slightly cheered by he fact that some of the names in black are under his own.
The feeling is fleeting. A few seconds later, the phone rings, and in answering, he's made primary detective. That day, another name appears in red.
A/N: ANd my second H:LOTS fic is finally finished...even though it can't really be counted as a fic..more like a drabble...but anyways...H:LOTS is not mine, never has been, never will be, but I'm sure you already know that.