[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Detective Roy Gregory[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/2560d8bc051b56f26f9de5737b3cc58b/tumblr_nartypmx4d1s9qqfgo4_r2_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Roof Of Abandoned Building
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Pundii] [@POOHEAD189][/center][hr][hr]

	Roy perked a brow as Tank started stretching out and chuckled slightly. "Well if you want to take a mighty leap, then by all means go for it buttercup," he said stepping aside and motioning for him to go ahead and give it a try. Shaking his head with a slight smirk as his fellow detective said he was kidding. "Wimp," he smirked before turning his attention back to the foot prints as more of the [i]team[/i] made its way to the roof thanks to the help of the ladder on the back of the firetruck. 

	"Oh, now you all show up? You know I could have used that ladder an hour ago," he grumbled as he handed over the shell casing and began to question one of the new arrivals about what they had found down stairs. As he was told the weapon type he perked a brow and then placed his hands on his hips. "Fucking hell," he spat as he kicked the bricks out of frustration. "Are you sure?"

	"Yes sir, that's what it looked like," the man in the forensics jacket said. 

	"And where is it now?" Roy asked taking a step towards the man. 

	"Um, Wallace has it."

	"Of course he does..." he said before waiving the man off and stepping back over towards the ledge next to Jeremy and looking back at the foot print once again. "This day just keeps getting better and better," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the other team got to work on the other roof top. Looking over towards Jeremy his lips thinned. "So, what do you know about this woman?" he asked, wanting to get some more information. 

[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=fff79a]Dj Lawson[/color][/b][/h2]
[img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/1cb821a55d16eb204d96c69fe7ae097a/tumblr_n3sgkvtazV1r3z3gbo1_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Next to the ambulance outside of the barricade 
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Nallore] and a bunch of assholes[/center][hr]

	Lawson stepped back a bit and leaned against the side of the ambulance as Riley got checked out. He figured he should stay close to her in case she needed help up to her apartment and such. Hearing her words he nodded slightly as he looked over to her. [color=fff79a]"Ain't that the truth. I mean seriously, this is more screwed up than a monkey tryin' to fuck a football,"[/color] he quipped as he let out a bit of a huff. 

	Then the media began to swarm Riley and Lawson went into Marine mode, his shoulders rolling back as he quickly stepped in front of them and started ushering them away. [color=fff79a]"No comment folks, no comment,"[/color] he said  as he held his arms out reached on either side of him and started stepping forward. Towering over most of the folks there it wasn't hard thanks to size to give Riley a little bit of room while the EMT cleaned up her wounds and bandaged her up a bit. 

	"Okay, you should be fine. If you feel woozy, then head to the ER," the EMT said before packing up and heading over the barricade to see if there was anyone else that needed to be looked at. 

	Lawson looked over his shoulder towards Riley. [color=fff79a]"Want some help back to your building?"[/color] he asked her, figuring she wanted to get away from the media as quickly as possible. 

[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/b][/h2]
[img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/6982344932848d56a47dc0f99306cfd3/tumblr_mkh9dru0Od1s7kxybo1_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Apartment 1B
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Pundii][/center][hr]

	Setting the flowers down on the night stand Risa smiled softly as she looked around, it seemed that Lucas had taken care of a lot of the unpacking for her. Another point in his favor. Sitting down on the edge of the bed she slipped off her heels and let them fall to the floor below, rubbing out her arches a bit as her bag slipped from her shoulder and rested in the deep down comforter. The flight had been long and all she wanted to do was flop back and go to sleep, that or take a bath. A bath would be nice, get rid of all of that airport smell. Bath it was. 

	Rising from the bed she stepped over to the dresser and pulled open the drawers. Things seemed to be set up like they had been in Geneva and Risa, true to form didn't rummage through her own drawers but through Lucas's; finding a pair of boxers and a white cotton T-Shirt that was far too big for her. Smirking to herself she [i]"borrowed"[/i] them and headed into the bathroom. Pushing the door so it was mostly closed she set the clothing down on the edge of the sink and began to pin her long hair up into a messy bun before turning on the water. Eying the place her lips thinned a bit, she couldn't find her bubble bath. 

	Stepping back into their bedroom she looked at the boxes that still needed unpacking and couldn't help but laugh when she spotted a box labeled [i]"I have no fucking clue"[/i]. Rolling her eyes she opened the box and laughed when her eyes fell on all her hair care products, curling irons, flat irons, bubble baths, bath beads, oils, and more. She knew it was a jab. Lucas used just as much product as she did. Shaking her head she pulled out her rose water scented bubble bath and stepped back into the bathroom. Pouring some into the water she took a deep breath as the water began to lather up in thick rich mounds of white bubbles. 

	Stripping out of her clothing she carefully stepped into the water, toe first and hissing slightly at the temperature of the water. It was hot but she preferred it that way; just took a little bit to get used to. Slowly she sank into the water and stretched out in the tub as her neck rested on the lip just above the water line. Reaching out with her foot she turned the water off and let out a relaxed sigh. Only thing that could make this better was a glass of wine. Sitting up quickly she rested her sud covered arms over the rim of the tub and yelled out through the apartment.

	[color=a187be]"Darling, think you could bring me a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon?"[/color] Even though she was yelling to make sure he heard her, her voice was sweet. Her bottom lip pouting out in reflex, as if to say [i]"p...p...pwease".[/i] Granted no one was there to see the pout but it was evident in her voice, the same voice she always got when she wanted something.