A smile of gratitude was sent his way, as Missy's muscles relaxed a fraction when he confirmed that he was on her side. He didn't think her idea was stupid or too far-fetched, even if it didn't seem like he had anything more to add to it. But this was enough. He had once again not only boosted her ego but also helped her along with trusting her own instincts. When the car came to a halt, she remained grinning as she exited quickly and jogged around the vehicle where she came to Eric's side. The female then lightly bumped him in the arm with her shoulder.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"You rock." </span><br/><br/>She didn't even seem worried anymore about having her ass handed to her by the ferocious mythical monster that was their boss. All she could think about was how much she wanted to get to her desk and go through all the papers and emails to see what exactly it was she'd missed out on. Somewhere, hiding amidst the shitload of paperwork, was a tiny little evidence that would point her in the right direction. Even if she would have to live at the station for the next couple of days, she'd still find it. And even if nothing would come up there - she had every intention of visiting the crime scenes again. Confidently, she emptied the coffee cup in one swig - her eyes tearing up from the warmth of the liquid - before she threw the empty cup at a nearby trash bin inside of the station. Already she had plans on raiding the coffee machine upstairs, intending to pump herself full of caffeine so that she might be better equipped to use as many brain cells as was necessary.<br/><br/>Once they were upstairs, her chirpy mood got slightly diminished and the footsteps were definitely heavier the closer they got to Steele's office. She snorted loudly at Eric before cracking a small smile at his gesture and words, before she sailed towards the office in question, and immediately put on her 'expression of stone'. Obviously, from the hissy fit Steele threw as soon as they entered, Eric had not been as quick to make his face neutral and meek. Missy almost winced as the woman started thundering out, like she wasn't already fully aware that the two detectives were already doing their best to catch the killer. Honestly, it oftentimes sounded like Steele thought she was the only one that was worried about what was going on. Although, of course, Missy knew were well that the only thing her boss was worried about was her position. She wouldn't want to loose this huge office and the perks that came with the job. But if things would start going south, everybody knew that her place in the pecking order wasn't all that stable.<br/><br/>Eric basically said all that needed to be said, his calm and 'to the point' demeanor making Missy feel a bit jealous. He always seemed to be in perfect control of himself, never flustered or angered to the point he'd snap. Meanwhile, the female at his side always felt like she was a walking dynamite stick that was just waiting blow someone up.<br/><br/>"Brooks?"<br/><br/>The shrill voice of Steele caused Missy to jump slightly while quickly pulling herself from her own thoughts. Those cold, hard green eyes were staring right into her soul, which didn't make it easier finding her voice.<br/><br/>"Got anything to say, or did the cat get your tongue? Do I need to assemble a special team to find it for you? God knows we're already wasting enough time as it is."<br/><br/>The young detective knew very well that her boss was trying to bait her, trying to make her lose her temper or otherwise give that bitch an excuse to chew some more on her. But Missy had promised herself not to be that easy. She also didn't want to make Eric look bad, considering he was her partner and therefore if one misbehaved they both got a scolding. So, plastering onto her face the fakest of all smiles, the brunette finally found her words. It wouldn't be good to share too much at this point, seeing how she had just recently decided to chase after her far-fetched hunch... but she needed to throw Steele a small bone anyway.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"I have a theory I'm working on. I expect results soon. There's a new angle I want to use to look at this case, and it could lead to something big. Or so I'm hoping. As Brannigan said, someone knows something and we are going to find out just who it is and what he knows. And honestly, Marconi can cry like a little bitch baby all he wants... ma'm. It wont make us back off from this case." </span><br/><br/>Steele pursed her red painted lips, seemingly trying to decide between if she should scold Missy for the use of language or if she was simply getting tired of looking at their faces. Opting for the latter, obviously, the woman in the black pant-suit waved her hand dismissively before plopping down in her seat at the desk again. Missy glanced at Eric, before she quickly turned and exited the office - expecting him to follow right on her heels. Only then could she take a deep breath.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Sheeeeesh. Someone put the tampon in the wrong hole this morning..."</span><br/><br/>She murmured while glaring at the now closed door to Steele's office. Her dark eyes then went to her beloved partner as she started making her way towards her desk.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"I need to look through some paperwork... and get myself a shitload of coffee. Although I'd much rather prefer beer at this point. What are you gonna do?"</span>