tsm, before the beginning ;)
before the beginning – three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
“I can’t just leave Chicago right now, Hailey, you know we’re on a promising lead.” Yuuri’s voice fades in and out of the hallway at this district office of the Chicago Police Department, as he paces back and forth on his phone with their section chief. Phichit rolls his eyes, looking over at Christophe and Detective Lindsay, who are both clearly trying their best not to listen in too hard to the argument brewing in the hallway.
“Is he planning to rejoin us anytime soon?” Detective Halstead, Lindsay’s partner, wonders as he leans against the observation window. “We’ve been cooking the suspect long enough; we need to get going.”
“I’m sure Yuuri can be caught up to speed once he gets off the phone with Hotch,” Christophe agrees, opening up his notebook. “You two can get started, and we’ll –”
“Does Hobbs want me on the job, then?” Yuuri’s voice suddenly demands, before his boots clack away on the tile heading down the corridor. Lindsay and Halstead look at one another, before exiting the room and heading for the interrogation booth.
Yuuri returns a couple minutes later, scrubbing his hair out of his eyes with a frustrated sigh. “Some supermodel’s gone missing on a trip to the Bahamas,” he says, “and for some godforsaken reason Director Hobbs is suggesting I go find them.”
“Why does Director Hobbs want you to find a missing supermodel?” wonders Phichit.
“She meant us, collectively,” Yuuri points out.
“Still.” Phichit shrugs. “What’s so special about this one?”
“They were dating the daughter of Senator Clarke prior to their disappearance?”
Christophe clucks his tongue at that. “Ah-ah, that explains it.” He pauses. “Wait, wasn’t Emma Clarke dating Art Hatton?”
Yuuri shrugs. “I have no idea; you know I don’t follow fashion news.”
“Holy shit,” says Phichit, looking up from his phone. “It is Art Hatton. The news is blowing up about this. Hashtag FindArtHatton is trending on Twitter.”
“So are we going to go hashtag find Art Hatton?” asks Christophe. Yuuri shakes his head.
“No,” he says, turning towards the current interrogation being played out in the room beyond the viewing window. “Chances are, they’re probably just stranded on a private island or something. Let’s focus on catching this Seppuku Slasher instead.”
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