#detectivekidd

[wthwolvesarc]

@detectivekidd​ liked x. 

          “  --  i’m not feeding a kid and espresso to get hyped up.  go to mcdonalds and get a happy meal.  “  

[caustis]

@detectivekidd​​, call.

he does that thing that you’re not supposed to do—that crouching thing, that almost-haunch, palms shuffled to a spot just above the knees and elbows turned slightly outward to lend an extra layer of condescension—when you’re talking to children wise enough to cut through the bullshit. it’s uncool, right?, to make kids feel small. lesley knows better.

so given that he’s not a kid.

         ‘ you are in plain view of your suspect. ’ he redirects detective’s focus their way with an angled chop of his palm through the air. ‘ i don’t know how wide you think this plant is. ’

[rekant-aa]

Wanna count with me?

Tully, accepting.

Bunny’s wifi got cut off, and no amount of hey, man, how am I gonna do my job to pay my bill if I’ve got no internet to do it, huh?’s to different customer service representatives did anything to help. So she’s here, drinking vodka out of a water bottle and sharing a desk with a fellow industry professional. 

And guess who just learned about delegating. She gives him a job so easy even a --- he’s gotta be either eight or fifteen, right? --- kid anywhere between the ages of eight and fifteen could do it!

‘ Nah, dude. That’s your job. Keep countin’. ’  But when she looks over at him, something in the crime scene photograph (this abduction is one without an obvious struggle. A little mess of miscellaneous objects knocked off a counter, but no blood. What do you take her for!) catches her eye. 

‘ Hey, what’s that? ’