Nancy tutted softly, grimacing a bit as she made her way, hands-up, towards the waiting officers--two of them--who'd just arrived as backup. They grabbed her and loaded her into the paddywagon as Jim and Louise swept the rest of the warehouse, finding no one else, save for several sample packets of MDMA+8, which the redhead scooped up into evidence baggies posthaste.
Once she'd delivered everything to forensics, Louise brushed her dress off and glanced at Gordon dryly.
"Mmm," she murmured. "I don't think I've seen quite enough excitement tonight, Detective Gordon. You?" She paused for dramatic effect, hands tossing themselves up into the air. "I don't know about you, but I could go for an Indian, or some Greek. I'm bloody fucking famished, thanks to these two utter pillocks."
Her eyes may have held some steel, but they held nothing else but love for her other half.
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Once she'd delivered everything to forensics, Louise brushed her dress off and glanced at Gordon dryly.
"Mmm," she murmured. "I don't think I've seen quite enough excitement tonight, Detective Gordon. You?" She paused for dramatic effect, hands tossing themselves up into the air. "I don't know about you, but I could go for an Indian, or some Greek. I'm bloody fucking famished, thanks to these two utter pillocks."
Her eyes may have held some steel, but they held nothing else but love for her other half.