[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

Paige made steady strides down the hallway and her mind was racing nearly as fast as her feet were carrying her. The whole SCPD office was buzzing with phones ringing and boisterous conversations. She knew the regular beat cops were getting ready to have one hell of a few days. She’d overheard a conversation about not having enough snow-chains for all the cruisers on duty and an ambulance stuck somewhere on the Westside. They were calling in everyone. Catching a glimpse of the outside from a passing window she knew she was already in deep shit. Driving in, the roads weren’t necessarily [i]bad[/i] per se, though definitely not good either. She knew it would be worse when she left, but the view outside was almost bleach white and coming down in blankets nearly filling the tracks in the parking lot. [i]Fuck[/i]. Sure, she’d passed all the aggressive driving courses and recertified every year, however there wasn’t really any way to simulate a snowstorm at the Marshal Headquarters in south Georgia. 

Walking a little further she looked at her phone as the reception came back when she got closer to the front lobby near the visitation area. She was sure Milo was wondering why she hadn’t called and felt her back pocket vibrate with a text. Now she was wondering if that redneck truck of his would be able to make it to pick her up or if she would have to just go for it. With the new information she extracted from CT, the thought of spending the night in City Hall on a bench or cot was even less appealing. If they were going to be stuck inside, they could at least start plotting out what they were going to do. However, the thought that followed stopped her in her tracks as she held the phone in front of her and started to call Milo off the link in his message. Ever since she’d been back on her feet and the Giancana case was in full swing, it seemed like their relationship, if that was what it could be called, had taken a back seat. They’d been out a few times and it was fun. She was loosening up, even getting past her own reservations about Ana and with Sio’s help, living a little again. 

So badly, she wanted to be the one that took down that brood of Detroit thugs and she was closer than ever. Many had tried before her. It would be the stuff of Marshal legend if she could pull it off. Her heart beat little harder though, torn between telling him what she’d found out or admitting that she just missed him. As officers and city-staff passed by her busily, she stared at the screen for a moment before she hit the call button, putting the phone to her ear and glancing around as the line rang.

“Hey,” She said as he picked up. The image of him sitting there smoking a cigar was the first thing that came to mind and she smirked a little thinking about the metallic scent of his workshop. “Sorry, I just got out…” She hesitated briefly, something she knew he would pick up on immediately. “...I’ve got some stuff to tell you.” She continued having to talk louder over the noise. “I think I’m gonna try and make it back to the house. Do you think you could come up and follow me?” She stood up on her toes and glanced outside looking for where her big Suburban was waiting. She’d stolen the parking spot for the Clerk of the Court up front and there was a hefty layer of snow over the windshield. “Maybe we can open that bottle of Wray that my mom sent up since it looks like we’ll have some time to kill.” She thought about Xia for a moment. Unfortunately, her new Caribbean friend would miss that bottle if they got started on it. 

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