"What's it again…Inspector Keller?"
By now, Steve's laughter had become contagious, as the two detectives rode the elevator down to the parking garage for a much-needed break from what was supposed to be the key person helping them solving their crime.
And while his methods were undoubtedly far different than SFPD's, far more sophisticated and simultaneously too sterile for his liking, Mike wasn't so sure they would work in their case. Then again, Forester's accolades spoke for themselves, whether he liked to admit it or not.
"You like that, don't you? Well, be grateful you're not in Boston Barney, or they'd still have you scrubbing toilets and polishing floors at the academy."
The kind-hearted banter did miracles to raise his sour mood and Mike squeezed the young Inspector's shoulder amicably, as the elevator doors opened to the parking garage.
When he noticed his partner's determined stroll toward the tan Galaxy parked in the far north corner, Steve slowed down, a wily smile on his lips as he waited for Mike to turn back around.
"So, where are we really going, Kimosabe? Because the lab is another level down."
"We're going to have ourselves some late lunch over at Riley's. Do some old-fashioned detective work that makes us look like chickens with our heads cut off."
Duly noting the sarcasm, Steve cocked his head in confusion.
"Riley's? Where's that at?"
"Church and 21st. An old friend of mine opened it years ago."
Stubbornly staying in place, the young Inspector frowned, before smiling once again.
"Church and 21st…that's a…that's a restaurant and nightclub too. And they also cater to the homosexual crowd. I got called there a few times. They have drag queen nights on Thursdays."
"The things you remember…", Mike chuckled and nudged his partner toward the waiting Galaxy, "Did you think you're the only guy who knows about gay bars in the area?"