cocking back a pistol’s hammer and then letting it fall by firing empty chambers over and over can’t be very good for a gun, but christine is very, very bored. breaking in to the department was easy, but it had been somewhat of a long process.. and waiting for mr. dexter morgan to come back to the homicide lab was even more tedious. vincent masuka would’ve been more ideal, but he usually ends up in one of the strip clubs or brothels actually owned by the saints at night. far less lightly to come back to work. the blood guy will have to do. the elevator dings, and cherry looks up. doors slide open, and there he is. at least all her waiting was worth something. she wasn’t much looking forward to telling the boss she hadn’t done her job. still isn’t. the woman quickly picks up the magazine from her lap and slides it into the gun, before she gets up from his chair and slips behind the door to wait once again. only a few more seconds. fucking finally. // @domesticoded
