Dr. Huang finally made it to the double sided mirror only to find detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler facing a broken bar-less window, their backs stiff as statues. They didn't move for a long moment as the little FBI psychiatrist took in the disastrous scenery. Then Huang finally broke his own paralysis to march fully into the interview room and yell, "WHAT HAPPENED!"
Both of the detectives turned to him with their mouths hanging open, a silence of questioning lambs. They were momentarily speechless.
Captain Craigen was next in the room with someone not far behind as their shoes crunched on broken glass. Thecaptain demanded, "WHAT HAPPENED!" It was almost a fond whine of cherished memories of being disobeyed, as he must've been again. His underlings were always messing up and going against orders. But dang-nabbit, they were his underlings that he'd known and worked with for years...
Olivia and Elliot turned to to the captain and the someone behind him,, mouths still hanging open as the new person's shoes crunched on more glass under her nice affordable flats, entering the room and getting closer.
She surveyed the mess. Her west Virginian twang was calm and soothing as she spoke. "Hello, I'm FBI agent Starling. What, may I ask has happened?"
Elliot and Olivia both took shaky breaths. Elliot was coming down from his close loss of control in being about to beat a suspect into a confession. Olivia had the same bright idea and she was a little, or more than a little attracted to the guy inthe mask that had just escaped.
Detective Stabler was the first to compose himself as agent Starling offered her hand for a shake and he took it. Two quick little tugs and niceties of "Hello," were gotten out of the way.
"Well," he said, "Please excuse us while we go chase down our freshly escaped suspect."
"WHAT THE-" Before Craigen could continue a scolding and try to send the naughty detectives home, they were out the door trying to save their jobs before that scolding for disobeying orders they had disobeyed.
"GET BACK HERE!" He stood, bellowing after Benson and Stabler as Starling darted after them through the door. Dr. Huang followed her as quickly as he could.
Detectives John Munch and Fin Tutuolla mosied up to a nearly sputtering captain Craigen.
They certainly noticed the glass and broken window.
"What happened?" Munch asked innocently. "Has the zombie apocalypse begun?"
Fin rolled his eyes, "Would you give it a rest? You're always on about conspiracies!"
Craigen turned to them. "Benson and Stabler were told to wait for a briefing on our Guy Fawkes and they disobeyed. Agent Starling thinks we may have the wrong guy. Or may have had the wrong guy. I want you two to go to every store in the city and find out how many sewing machines were bought between now and George Michael's birthday."
Munch rolled his eyes with a nearly inaudible sigh of mundane overwork.
Fin looked ready to pull his gun out and shoot... something. "Are you serious!" He wasn't asking . Munch started to turn towards the hall exit but hesitated . "It's the reptillians, isn't it?"
Craigen's face was poker. "Yes, it's the reptillians."
Fin gave them both a good long stare.
Oh, and ( to be continued... )
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