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No, she didn't have tioing to say How she was going to say it And, of course, how she was going to convince the unit supervisor that she was not, in fact, an hour late for work but rather fashionably tardy

"Yep, that's gonna be an easy one" She shook her head "Okay The badge I'll just walk in there and say 'ladies and gentleht into this case and I feel there are a nue situation While I understand we're all busy, we need to band together to rectify—"

But could she say rectify? Didn't that sound a little too iven the circumstances?

"No, what aboutWhen you get to the bones of it—"

Nope, that wouldn't work either Maybe the best option was just to blow the thing up and outline the problem area Like a little crime scene unto itself

She pulled into the lot and parked, barely taking the ti and ot to the third floor, she sue, stepped out, and headed for the conference roolass wall, she could already tell that Supervisor Sanders was detailing so beside him

"Okay Here goes nothing," she mumbled, and then she pushed the door open "Supervisor, I' matter to discuss that cannot—"

Her gaze fell on thesupervisor, and she lost her ability to speak And think And possibly to breathe He was here Right here in her unit standing in front of all her coworkers Staring back at her

And why shouldn't he stare? She was probably gaping at him like he had three heads That had always been the proble apart whenever she took in his lean, toned muscles and his sleek chestnut hair Like James Marsden and James Dean rolled into one

"Detective Lockhart," The supervisor practically chewed on the word "I was just thinking it was blissfully quiet in here I should have knohy"

She did her best to concentrate on the older man whose hair looked especially white now that his plu redder with every second Oops

"Yep, I'h and someone at the conference table covered their face with one hand Derrick She could only see his thick, dark hair now Well, that and the fact that he was shaking his head at her

"Well, could your very pressingDetective Flynn to our unit? Or is it really that urgent?" The old man's mouth pursed so hard she knehich answer he expected

"Nope, I can, uh, wait I guess" She chanced a glance at "Detective Flynn" then skirted around the table to drop into the empty seat beside Derrick As soon as she sat, he scrawled a al pad in front of him

Smooth

She pulled another pad toward her snatched a pen, then wrote back

Ha ha What did I miss?

Derrick shrugged

Nothing e looks like a dick and balls