"I apologize for that confusion, Captain," Liz said as the Captain waved her off and left the room. She turned around to face the perp through the mirror, before realizing her files were missing.

"What the hell?" She patted her own pockets, realizing her keys were missing too. It only took her a moment to figure that Tasha had been the one to steal it. Storming out into the hallway she asked the nearest cop, "Hey you! That officer, with the dogs and the outfit and-"

"You mean Tasha?"

"Yeah her, where would I find her?"

"Well, if she's not on a job, you can probably find her at a bar nearby," he shrugged.

"...Thanks..." She walked off in a rush, planning to check every local bar she could see in the area. Fortunately it was the second one she entered that she spotted Tasha.

"Excuse me, Detective..." she said in a condescending tone. "I believe you have something of mine," leaning onto the bar next to her.