It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.
J. Edgar Hoover Building,
Tuesday, 4th November 2008
2323 hours EDT
11:23PM in the WTF bullpit, not quite the dead of night, but close enough for government work, and with most of the team in Washington State, as opposed to Washington, D.C., the place just echoed every last keyclick or scuff of paper. Daphne Worth leaned back in her chair, rubbing her eyes and working the core muscle groups in her back. She really needed to get up and walk around, or at least stand and stretch, but the file in front of her was almost done and she wanted to get out and head home to her new wife.
Going home to her sweetie every night was nice, she could curl up with her head in Trish’s lap and pretend there was a normal world outside her door. But missing out on the call for the away team meant not being there to back up Wabbit and the Monotreme and she missed her alternate-sibs, Live Journal and SMS messaging not withstanding.
Daphs sighed and turned her attention back to the screen and her explanation as to why the case in front of her was weird, but not WTF-weird. She was a profiler, she could have worked it up properly, there was enough detail to shape the initial profile, but that was what they had the Behavioural Analysis Unit down the hall for. The Anomalous Crimes Task Force was targeted at a very specific brand of weird; anomalous weird, cracked weird, mad-screaming-effing-terror weird, and that was why they had sent the rest of the team off to Seattle on Monday, and why the case in front of her just wasn’t WTF. http://davidg-flatoutart.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/shadow-unit-open-mind.html
(At least I got something productive done during my absence!)