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Work ethic had never been something that Joanna lacked. Arguably, she found solace in working more than the average person, mostly because it got her out of her head when she needed it the most — and for the brunette, being stuck in her head wasn’t the easiest place to be at the moment. Though, not for lack of trying. She had created a questionable routine of using therapy and whiskey to aid in her illnesses (the whiskey being the better of the two, off the record). It wasn’t as though any of this was new to the woman, though it tended to raise concerns in other people that after everything she had been through, she would want to work solving homicides.
But the work had a special place in Joanna’s heart and so, she sucked it up.
Ultimately, the brunette knew when it was time for a break, and she often found herself leaving work come the darkness of the night. The sun had gone down some time ago and, with an arm full of her things, Joanna found herself locking up the precinct before heading toward her inherited Ford Mustang. Thank you, Greyson, she thought to herself, always having been very proud of the gift her father had left behind in the wake of his death.
As she unlocked the vehicle in one swift motion, something caught Joanna’s eye and made her turn around in full tilt. Her eyes caught sight of a familiar face moving beneath a streetlamp and, for a moment, the woman grinned.
“‘Ought’a be careful pulling up on an officer like that. Might find yourself on the wrong side of the gun.” It was a figure of speech, for the most part, but Joanna knew they would understand.