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Alicia slowly lowered her gun as Lorna took control of Amy and just smirked a bit as she watched the events unfold. Turning she saw that the coroner now was getting the corpse placed in a body bag and that the team on the main street was starting to wrap things up. This was good, the sooner things were cleared out and they got the body moved off the scene the better in her mind. At least then some of the reporters would hurry off to the country morgue to see if they could get anyone down there to tell them anything. Slipping her pistol into her waist bad she kept ushering people off the street and behind the barricade; give what police officers who were actually working, most of them rookies being yelled at by older members of the police force, be able to tape off the area.
What a mess, stepping over to a cooler she looked down and spotted her papi's ice cream concoction melting and groaned a bit. Reaching over she picked up a taquito and shoved it in her mouth. No reason not to eat, the body didn't bother her. Granted she wanted to grab another drink but she was still technically on the job it was better if that part waited until at least the main crowd had cleared away and she was back in her apartment and flopped on what better be her newly steam cleaned couch. Picking up a few more taquito's she headed over to Lorna as she dispatched a few more unrulies and smirked as she handed over a couple of the Mexican finger foods.
"Well this sure has been a blast," she chuckled a bit before placing another in her mouth and grabbing a cameraman trying to get over the barrier and chucking him right back to the other side. Dusting her hands off on one another before biting and properly chewing the food. Swallowing she looked back over towards Lorna and rose a brow. "Damn parasites," she grumbled under her breath. Perking a brow she saw her father on the phone and elbowed Lorna a bit in the side. "Who the hell do you think he is talking to?"
Roy looked over towards Jeremy and nodded a bit. "Travel writer for the local paper, can't imagine she would be that stressed writing about places to go relax," he said as he rubbed his chin a bit. Turning he grabbed one of the techs by the shoulder and pulled him over. "I want castings of the prints, I want the blood work done, and I want it on my desk by morning. Got it?" he said, the young man nodding nervously before he was shoved away.
"Alright, well thanks for the help. You can take the ladder down, might be safer than the way we got up here in the first place," he said before stepping away and walking to the front of the building. Resting his gloved hands on the edge he looked down as they rolled a stretcher with a body bag on it into the back of the coroners van, finally getting Danica's now cold body off the street itself. What had caused all this? He had to wonder but thoughts could really get a person into trouble, speaking them even more so. Though something was not sitting right in his stomach. Maybe it was the vodka, he had drank without eating. Maybe he could still grab something before all the food was tossed out, would be a waste.
Reaching into his pocket as his phone rang, he pulled it out and answered it. "Gregory," he said and then listened as he turned around, not looking all that happy. "You're shitting me? No, not this time." Growling as his eyes narrowed a bit he paced a bit. "Fine, no, no I get it. I get it." Wishing he had an old phone he could actually slam the receiver down on he tapped the screen on his phone and nearly chucked the thing before letting out a huff and dropping it back into his pocket. "Asshole."
Shaking his head he stepped up onto the ledge and swung over onto the fire ladder that was raised up to the roof and started to step down quickly. It was obvious he was a bit hotter under the collar than he already had been, mouthing to himself a slew of curses that would have made a sailor blush as he moved further and further down the ladder until he was able to hop off the thing and onto the roof of the fire truck. "Fucking Succubus," he grumbled as he turned to get down onto the street itself. "Get the hell out of my way," he said all but shoving a fire fighter aside that was having an apparently all too funny conversation in the middle of a crime scene "Do something useful, like rescue a cat out of tree or something."
Risa smiled coyly as Lucas came in and handed her over the glass of wine, taking it in her bubble covered fingers she rested back in the bathtub with a humorous grin playing on her lips as she took a sip and relaxed a bit. Placing a foot on the edge of the bath and then crossing her ankle over it she looked over to him and shrugged. "And only you would be more interested in a corpse on the concrete than a warm body in the bath," she taunted him playfully before rolling her eyes and taking another sip. Placing the glass on the edge of the tub she let her head fall back and enjoyed the warm rose scented water wash over her body.
"Because you like touching my knickers," she said without batting an eye lash as she lay there with her eyes closed, her hands moving under the water to make it splash over her skin some. Letting out a satisfied sigh she peeked a glance over to him and giggled. Sitting up she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Tilting her head to the side she took a long breath.
"You and your curiosity, it is going to get the better of you one day. Remember the Duke of Wellington? That nearly came to blow because you wouldn't keep your distance," she reminded him and then laughed. "Then again, the look on his face was priceless when you lifted up the tail of his coat and played it off as if you were checking out his rump." Looking up at him she sighed happily and reached out, taking his hand in her and pulling him down a bit, stealing a quick kiss. "What am I going to do with you?"
