Karen Vick held the case file in one hand, her teeth pinching her lower lip in a tight grip. It was just too incredible. Only moments ago, her head detective, his face absolutely red with indignation, had left the observation room with orders to release the young man currently pacing around the interrogation room. They had no choice really, there was no real evidence linking him to the crime he'd been accused of committing. And, she swore to herself, the fact that he was the son of an old friend and former cop had no bearing on that decision. Detective Lassiter, in an apparent act of mild rebellion, had yet to return to the interrogation room. The young Spencer propped his backside against the metal table for a moment, arms crossed. Then, abruptly, he walked to the two-way glass, apparently checking his teeth. He rubbed his sleeve against one incisor, ran his tongue along his gums, then started fluffing his hair. Karen couldn't help but chuckle.
Shortly afterward, her head detective finally re-entered the room, his partner at his side.
"You're free to go, beat it." He said abruptly to the shorter man. Spencer flashed him a toothy smile.
"I'm feelin' the love, really I am! Come on, give me a hug!"
Karen blinked as the young man stepped towards the detective, his arms spread.
Lassiter's hand twitched towards his weapon, and he backed quickly. "You touch me and I put you away for assault- I promise you!"
Dropping his arms, Spencer titled his head back. "Killjoy."
Turning away, her detective walked towards the door. "Just get out of my station."
The self proclaimed psychic followed quickly… almost skipping as he made for the exit. "Dude, come on, don't I get my reward?"
Karen shook her head. Slowly, her eyes made their way to the file in her hand again. She must be out of her mind. What was whirling in her head was insane. It went against everything she'd been taught… and it was particularly risky considering her current tenuous position. However…
She tapped the edge of the file against her palm.
If she didn't solve this soon… she'd be out on her ass.
Of course, if her current bizarre idea failed…
And then she was walking for the door. Doing nothing wouldn't solve this. And she was out of traditional ideas.
She shook her head ruefully. Maybe, just maybe, non-traditional would be her saving grace.
She hit the doors at nearly a run.
"Mr. Spencer!"