The station was buzzing when she and Chris arrived, and were being led to an area reserved for them to set up and begin going over details in private- away from the prying eyes of both the public and the officers. She barely noticed the woman behind them until she began to speak, her tone frazzled and her gestures larger than Sam had expected. Something was off, seriously off not just someone was pissed about a parking ticket. She had a look in her eye like something had happened to her, or someone close to her. A look Sam had seen many, many times before.
She paused in her steps, listening to the conversation that was beginning to transpire a few feet to her left, giving the officer leading them to their homebase a finger to hold on a moment. She turned her head slightly, to listen in better and has to take a deep breath to resist losing it after just a minute or two. The audacity he had to speak to a potential victim in that matter. Accusing her of lying? He could have believed her right off the bat- instead of telling her that she was just paranoid. No wonder they had a serial killer here, they were all idiots.
She was going to step back onto their path to the back room when the young woman, blonde, petite, striking blue eyes, raised her voice in an accusatory manner back at the uninterested officer and that caught her attention more than anything. "Chris..."
she softly said and jerked her chin towards the verbal altercation, trying to bring Chris' attention to the matter. "How the hell did half of these people qualify to be here?"
she rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head at the thought before mentally waving the thought process away and going back to the task at hand.
Potential victim. Less than empathetic officer. Losing faith in getting help. Clues that may be lost of she leaves. STOP. HER. NOW.
Opening her mouth to address the woman, she began to yell once more at the officer and then turn on her heel to storm off. Sam ran past the officer, shoving him gently with her shoulder and grabbing the blonde's arm gently. "Ma'am. My name is SSA Samantha Stannis, I'm with the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit. May I speak with you please?"
she asked, pulling her issued ID out of her inner jacket pocket and displaying the official seal for the frazzled individual. "I believe that I may be able to assist you."
She nodded, pocketing the precious piece of identification back inside of her suit jacket and turning her head over her shoulder. "Chris, go review the files. You-"
she began, pointing a finger at he officer that dismissed the woman before her. "Find an empty interview room for me to sit and chat with this concerned resident. A resident of your town might I remind you. Anyone that comes into the station should find a officer willing to listen. Not dismiss them. Especially now."
Her tone was icy, harsh, left little room for him to vocalize any kind of rebuttal as she waved him off to find them an empty room.
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