"Ring, ring."
"Urg," Detective Fin lifted his head and shot daggers at the accursed phone that had disturbed his sleep.
"Ring, ring."
Groaning Fin ceased his dagger throwing and grudgedly lifted his arm to pick up the phone handle. Cupping a yawn with his other hand, he sat up fully at his desk.
"New York City Police Department, Special Victims' Unit, Detective Fin speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hello? Detective Fin?" a young accented voice could be heard on the other end. "I'm looking for someone in your precinct. Could you pass a message to Captain Craigen, please?" Fin allowed a yawn to escape as he replied to the young girl on the other end, "Yeah, sure." He reached for the pencil on his desk and pulled out his little pocket notebook.
"Great! Tell him some southern love will be arriving in town in aboutsix hours on the F Train at the Brooklyn station." By now Fin was wide awake and surprised to find a hot, steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He cringed at the mere thought of the lethal liquid and who had made it.
"Don't worry about the coffee this morning, Fin. It's from Starbucks." Fin looked up to see his partner flop down into his chair.
"Morning to you too Jon, and thanks for the joe," Fin lifted his cup to his partner in mock salute.
"Uncle Munch?" Fin was startled by the voice on the other end of the telephone. Before he could reply back however, the sound of a dial tone reached his ears thereby breaking the line of communication. He then hung up the receiver and took a drink a drink of his coffee.
"Well that was weird," he mumbled to himself as he continued sipping his hot beverage.
"What was weird?"
"Well that girl on the phone called you, uncle. Thought you didn't have a niece, hmm she probably had you mistaken for someone else."
Jon was clearly not expecting that and seemed rather upset by it, more upset than Fin was anticipating. Jon quickyrose out of his chair and proceeded out the door without a word, with a distressed look on his face.
"Gee I hope he's ok."
"Who? Jon? He looked pretty shaken up, what happened?" Fin shot his head up and saw Captain Craigen chewing on a piece of licorice, and sitting on the edge of Jon's desk.
"Oh not much I would think, some girl just mistaken him for her uncle, that's all. Oh there's a message for you Captain," Fin passed off the note he had written the message on and watched as Craigen scanned over it, a little surprised to see him crupple it up with he was finished.
"Is everything ok Captain?"