"You'll riffle through my stuff, but you won't retrieve the keys from my pocket, huh? Disappointing."

A smirk crossed Harper's features as she handed over the keys, and the pair made their way to the crime scene. On arrival, it was a section of a one way street. The area was cordoned off with yellow tape, and three patrol officers stood along the perimeter. To Johson's distress, one of said officers was Joel. The delightfully arrogant, I know everything, Ex boyfriend. 

[I]Swine.[/i] 

"Great. Thank you universe." The blonde let out a huff as she got out of the car, turning to Devin. "Of all the patrol officers it could be, why him? Why hasn't he transferred to Jersey yet?!" Of course she knew that her partner didn't know any of the answers.. She was merely venting.

[I]"You might as well shoot me."[/i] 

A little dramatic perhaps, but everytime she saw Joel, he gave her a hard time
Which was spectacular, because he'd already gotten every damn thing that they had. After a deep breath, and a moment to compose herself, the detective closed her door with a loud click.

[b]"I really need to get drunk."[/b] 

When was the last time that she'd gone out? In fact, she couldn't even remember. Too long. But still, she had a job to do. And hell, she was a senior detective. If Joel caused trouble, she'd write him up and be done with it.