Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

She nodded at his offer to call and mention of more people looking never hurt, That's the truth isn't it. That would be fantastic if you made that call. See if maybe they can even send copies of anything pertinent, she suggested, Hopefully that wouldn't be too much trouble, but it would hopefully help us out in the end, she continued on. Then she stopped and pulled to the side when he pointed his car out. She nodded, Yeah, I'm usually in the office between five thirty to six in the morning, she said, We can meet up there, I'm on the fourth floor, when you get off the elevators, just go straight ahead, the office my division is in is the last door on the right, she told him, then she grabbed her card from the inside pocket on the right side of her jacket and handed it to him, Call if you need anything, or get lost, I usually give pretty good directions and I know New York like the back of my hand as they say, she told him with a shrug, Oh, what do you usually like for breakfast? she then asked. An odd question to anyone who didn't know her, but she believed in the first meal being the most important, and you have to eat what you're used to or at least like to give a good work performance. Once he would answer her and close her door, she would pull out into the street first chance she got, and headed off in the direction of the freeway that would take her in the direction of the Bureau. December 21, 2011 430am Federal Bureau Building Jordan came in early yet again. She couldn't sleep. She'd come in the day before after dropping Osterhout off at his car, and found that Sammy did indeed have quite the fever on her. Thankfully Jim grabbed some Children's Acetaminophen and he was able to have had it down a bit by the time she got to her office. Sammy slept on the couch that was placed out of the way, in a separate office inside the division. For the rest of that day, Jordan went over evidence and the rest of her routine. Close to the end of the day, she called her mother and received the okay that she would watch Samantha while Jordan worked. Now, with Sam at Grammy's and Jordan in the building, dressed in a black suit and light gray button down blouse, she took the jacket off and draped it over the back of her chair, then proceeded to unbutton her sleeves and roll them up to just below her elbows. Her standard issue semi automatic was in the holster on her right hip. Then she turned her computer on and walked over to the kitchenette and started up some coffee. She leaned her left hip against the counter and pushed back her just barely touching the shoulder, reddish brown hair, closed her eyes and sighed as she tilted her head back, moving her hands to the back of her neck, the pain in her neck and the left side of her head still there. Her mind was still whirring around on the case. Particularly Osterhout's angle. It made sense. She dropped her hands and rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck to one side, then the other. She'll have to try to make a point to go to the Occult Division and see what they had to say on it, probably also bring in an agent or two from there on this case. Coffee made, she poured some in a white ceramic coffee cup and walked back over to her desk, sipping on it black. She sat down, and after she'd set her cup down in front of her keyboard, she typed in her password and and started everything anew. She was nothing if not thorough, and she knew she was missing something , and hoped it was just the lack of information on what this ritual entailed, as well as the end result.