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Post by Dakota Kathleen Badalamenti on Jun 7, 2010 1:13:57 GMT -8
Dakota was in the food court in the mall. Stuffing a fry into her mouth, her cell phone went off. Taking it from her pocket, she answered, "Dr. Badalamenti..." She took a drink of her diet Coke and looked down at her watch. It was only 10 a.m. "The murder weapon we found on his truck." As she listened, Dakota stuck another fry in her mouth. "From the victim?" Dakota nodded. "And what does that indicate......Yes, I see, because the murderer was weaker than the full-grown male human for whom the prybar was designed.....okay, check the DNA and keep me posted." And she hung up, taking another sip of her soda.
Sticking her cell into her back pocket, and finished her food. She threw away her trash, grabbed her purse and stood up ready to leave. She loved her job. It was hard seeing all those victims. Especially the young ones, but she was helping...helping to find the murderer and making sure to put them behind bars. And that was what counted. Right?
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jun 8, 2010 12:25:48 GMT -8
You have to meet her, they said. You need to meet her, they also said. Andre just thought they were putting too much importance on one person. He didn't typically go and have lengthy conversations with the people in the lab. He did for the case and that was it. He never actually got close to them, because they were usually... Weird, to say the least. Maybe it was the brainy sort that he just didn't click with as well. Not to say that Andre wasn't smart. He just wasn't a genius when it came to science and whatever the hell they were doing in there. He solved puzzles based around people. He could read into them, understand what made them tick and that was where he was strongest. But, apparently, he needed to meet Dakota. But, there was a problem in trying to meet her; Andre couldn't actually manage to meet her. He went to the lab, only to be led in circles and never actually got a hold of her. Well, this time, he did. And he was damn lucky to catch her on her way out of the food court.
Finally. "Dr. Badalamenti!" He called out, waltzing right out in front of her before sauntering over. When he reached her, he chuckled. "You're a hard woman to find." And maybe it was because of the day he looked, but it was rough. "Detective Simpson, I was told I should meet you. Guess you're special or something." There was a tease to the end of his comment. She must have been, but he really didn't take it too seriously. Andre had no idea what to expect when he ran into her. They didn't even tell him why he should meet her, only that it was a good idea to do it. He should get to know her, because apparently he was going to rely on her a little more than expected when it came down to the big cases. And recently, he had been working on some pretty big cases. So, there he was, ready to meet her, albeit quietly hesitant. He had no idea what to expect.
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Post by Dakota Kathleen Badalamenti on Jun 10, 2010 3:05:21 GMT -8
Dakota heard her cell phone chime and she flipped it open. Just a text message. It was from her lab assisstant. She shook her head and put her cell back into her pocket when she suddenly heard a male voice and looked up. Detective Simpson. So this was him. Yes, she'd heard of him. But no one exactly told her that she had to meet him. Although, who would dare tell her.
Nodding, Dakota smiled. "Yes, Detective Simpson. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." And that was the truth. People were actually telling him that he should meet her? Well, if he was going to be finding any skeletons or whatnot, then he probably would need her help. "Yeah. I don't spend as much time in the lab as I should." She chuckled. Actually she did spend a quality amout of time there.
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