The last six months had simply flown by. It took all the crew at the station a long while to get their heads around Joel turning out to be their killer, and once that all kicked off, it made Devin and Harper being official seem like old news. After a meeting with Scott, it was decided to split the pair in the name of professionalism and all that jazz. Dan was Devin's new sidekick, and Harper had taken a little walk over to the organised crime squad.

Initially, organised crime had struck Detective Johnson as alarmingly dull, but she put up with it because she understood why she had to move. She might not have [I]liked[/i] it, but she understood it. So Harper's new partner was Vince. Six foot of muscle and brooding eyebrows. Handsome, but as intimidating as fuck too. He was an amusing guy though, so after an initially rocky teething period, they'd found their groove.

The team were embroiled with one of the many organised crime gangs that operated in New York City. This one in particular had suspected  weapon smuggling links to the Mafia itself, and the sooner they were dispersed the better. But for now, it was recon. Stake outs, and undercover - which as it turns out, Harper was rather good at. Must have something to do with her personable nature, or that's what she told herself. 

The station wasn't a place that Detective Johnson found herself at all that much these days, but she was having to submit monthly blood tests for drug testing. Apparently a formality when you were working vice, but she bloody hated needles, and she hated it even more when Mia was on the other end of it. She was certain that the sour Medic stabbed it doubly hard because of the Devin angle. Jordan didn't hurt anywhere near as much. Bitch. 

So, it was a sunny and rather warm afternoon, and Harps called in enroute with Vince to do a stake out. The blonde was sporting a pair of rather distressed looking shorts and a cropped pink t-shirt. Not her usual work wear, but she had to blend in to her surroundings. The blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and she had a baseball cap on. 

"Who's been using my desk as a filing cabinet?" The blonde narrowed her eyes at an uncomfortable looking Dan, who unfortunately for him, was sat opposite. 

"Uhh, well." He scratched the back of his neck and puffed out his cheeks in order to look innocent, "I might have put a few things on it.." 

"A few things? A few Dan?" Harper continued, before she picked up the stack and let go, watching the papers flutter prettily to the floor. "I haven't left you know.. I''ll be back in like three weeks, and I'd really like to be able to see my desk.." 

Dan raised his eyebrows, "I'll tidy it up, Harper.. I promise."

[i]Sheesh, working with Vince is really rubbing off on her[/i]

"Thanks.." The blonde flicked her eyes nervously to the clock. 

"Another date with Mia, huh?" 

"Yeah." Harper scrunched her nose, "I really hate it. I feel sick enough already."

"Well, I wouldn't want to be that close to Mia. She terrifies me."

[I]"Dan honey, remind me - what doesn't terrify you?"[/i]