A dull chill nipped at his skin through the thin lilac shirt, a part of him regretted on his way down that he had stopped to drop his suit jacket on to the back of his desk chair. The forensic lab always to have a bit of an unwelcoming chill to it, though that could be in part the sharp glare that one of the technicians always seemed to shoot about anyone that crossed their threshold without a white coat on. Though to be fair, she deserved to be a little begrudging of his presences. “Angla, aren’t you looking lovely today, new glasses?” He hummed, an easy smile pulling at his lips as he leaned his hands on the empty space of the steel table. Apparently oblivious to the scowl that pulled at her red lips, blond, wavy hair pulled tight into a high ponytail as the glowered at him over her glasses.<br/><br/><br/>“Sucking up isn’t going to work this time Murphy.”<br/><br/><br/>“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you get that little wrinkle when you frown?”<br/><br/><br/>“Should you really be bullshitting a woman who has unrestricted access to acid?”<br/><br/><br/>That brought a long moment of silence between them as one tried to stare the other down. It was quiet, tense and it only seemed to make Cam’s smile turn into a grin. It would have unnerved the woman a little if she was sincere about the acid threat. She narrowed her gaze as she planted her own hands on her work table to lean closer to him. Hissing. “I don’t need you hovering over my shoulder again, get lost."<br/><br/><br/>“Come on, I don’t hover. I prod, and I poke. I’m more like that annoying kid in the backseat who keeps asking are we there yet?” He joked, before finally wilting under her gaze. Even he could tell that laying on the charm wasn’t going to get her to smile today. She really did hold a grudge. “I just need to know if you guys were able to get anything from the crime scene? Did the guys downstairs send anything up from the autopsy yet?”<br/><br/>If she scowled any harder, the detective would be seriously concerned that she might pull some sort of muscle. He half expected her to tell him to fuck off before she snatched a manila folder off the pile next to her microscope, flipping it open to glance over its contents before snapping it shut, and handing it to him. “No, and no. There isn’t anything Murphy. The seamen were from the witness and everything else in the room was D’loy, down to the last drop of blood and hair. It was clean.” She huffed, and if Camren wasn’t sure she could glare any harder, he was now with the scathing look she gave the file he held in hand as if it had murdered her whole family and kicker her cat. Maybe her bad mood wasn’t caused completely by him after all. “Whoever did this didn’t even get sloppy enough to leave a hair at the scene, let alone anything else!” It definitely wasn’t just him that pissed her off today.<br/><br/>This definitely wasn’t going to be easy, was it? That was one possible lead shot down. Their labs weren’t large, but what money the city did invest was in their forensic scientist and tensions. They weren’t sloppy. Though even with that thought it didn’t deter his plans to stop by the scene tomorrow before the cleanup crew arrived. What did it hurt to double check?<br/><br/><br/>Cam sighed, sticking the folder under his arm as he shook his head. The look on the blond woman’s face quickly had him holding up a hand smiling sheepishly. “So no, Detective we have nothing, if we did, we would have followed<i>procedure</i>and called you.” Well, she couldn’t have been any clearer with that jab if she had written it on a sign that said. ‘Don’t fucking bother me unless I call you.’ Cam didn’t like that sort of procedures. Rules, as much as he’d never outright admitted it, were made to be bent a little. He looked to be the picture of the model member of the police force, he was more prone than not then bending the rules a little and some into figure eights. If it got results, he knew he’d get little more then a chewing out. It was something Joe got and even taught him some of his finer skirting around the rules. It was a reason why he and a certain reporter never got on. A man trying to blackmail you once upon a time and said person getting it blown up in their face was sure to sour any possible business relationship.<br/><br/><br/>The dark haired man only smiled, backing away from her station before jauntily turning on his heels “Right, it’ll never happen again Angela!”<br/><br/><br/>“You know it isn’t nice to lie!”<br/><br/><br/>“Yeah, but it got your hopes up didn’t it?”<br/><br/><br/>A crash broke through the lab as an empty ceramic mug shattered against the wall near the door, making the man skitter through the half-open doorway with an apology to the red-haired man he squeezed past. Her aim sure as hell was getting better. He was going to have to up his game at darts next time they played at the bar.<br/><br/>Camren took the steps two at a time as he climbed back up the stairwell to the ground floor. If anyone thought it was a hazard to intrude upon the Forensic lab without good reason or invention when the hellcat of a section stationed near the doorway. One might get away unscathed with the small handful of other members of the day shift. The night shift was almost sunshine and butterflies in comparison. Though to intrude upon the merge without calling ahead was a suicide mission. More so the fact you never knew what you were going to walk into.<br/><br/><br/>He was tempted to call it a night as he made his way back up to his desk. Though to call it a night would be an exaggeration for he knew he was going to take these files home with him. There was a reason that despite the trouble he causes why they kept him around. He was one of the very few in the station that was trained in psychology, it came in handy in a number of occasions with witnesses and interrogations, but it helped in one other way as well. Criminal profiling. Abnormal psychology was his focus in school when double majored. At least what he might be able to pull from the crime scene photos and notes, he would be able to start building one. He’ll need to see D’loy in person before he’d call anything he could pull from the photos concrete, even what little he has built on so far. Though it, unfortunately, starting to seem like he’s going to need to talk to a few people he swore he never would again. Though desperate times did call for desperate measures.<br/><br/><br/>It was mulling over these thoughts, memories of smoky rooms and cold metal that allowed him to be caught with his proverbial pants down when someone grabbed his shoulder. His elbow met someone's stomach before he turned, a wildness to his expression that shifted to wide-eyed surprise when he found a uniformed officer doubled-over coughing. Shit!<br/><br/>“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You shouldn’t sneak up on people, he wanted to shout instead, but he bit that back. Be nice, be nice.<br/><br/><br/>He only got more coughing in response as he slammed the folder down on top of the other on his almost painfully organized desk. Everything appearing aligned as if measured out by a ruler. The folders looked out of place in comparison. He didn’t have time to worry about it as he hovered over the poor man he just knocked the wind out of. He had been so lost in thought, he had forgotten where he was. Now he’s gone and hit someone!<br/><br/>“Are you alright?!”<br/><br/><br/>The man held up a hand as he pulled some air back into his lungs as he straightened up, looking very as he finally was able to pull himself up to his full height as the shorter man had to look up at him. “Captain’s looking for you.” He finally breathed out when he found he was able to hold air again. Cam now very aware that he had taken a few steps back from his as he rubbed his stomach. It wasn’t like he attacked him! No reason to be so skittish, it’s his own fault. You don’t walk up behind someone like that! At least clear your damn throat or something before grabbing a guy!<br/><br/><br/>Though none of that agitation reflected as he kept the appearance of concern. He felt bad, but this was an exaggeration. He’s never hurt, anyone!...No one who didn’t deserve it at least! Right, he never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve. This guy earned it by scaring him!<br/><br/><br/>That was completely rational. He’s fine.<br/><br/><br/>Everything is fine.<br/><br/>He hesitated for a minute, wincing before he nodded, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair before pulling it on as he shuffled towards the door. “Yeah, uh, thanks? Sorry again.” The apology little more than a mutter as he ducked out of the bullpit and headed towards the captain's office. He taking a moment to pull his comb from his jacket pocket as he brushed back his thick, tousled locks. He regretting that he kept forgetting to keep an extra can of moose in his locker for a split second before he pushed it to the back of his mind as he ran his comb one more time through before tucking it back in his pocket. He stood before the door for a moment more, pulling in a deep breath. Part of him curious while the other half was cautious. He was sure he hadn’t done anything yet. Maybe it was good news? He had no idea what, but a guy could hope, right? Though it might just be better to step in denying everything. He was ninety-eight percent sure that he did nothing. He had been on his best behavior, not even trade out the salt for sugar. He rapt his knuckles against the door in quick succession before he opened the door with little ceremony before stepping in, absently straightening his tie as he stepped in.<br/><br/>“Sir I swear whatever they said, I didn’t do it.” He said as if pure reflex, his voice a smooth, honeyed thing, a rich depth like a fresh brew roast. Though at this moment it took a hint of a young man who just got called to the principal's office. The clean-shaven man taking in his surroundings, to only have his eyes drawn to the only thing out of place to the routine of the Captain’s office. A man who looked as if he couldn’t be any older then his mid-twenties, maybe three or four years the twenty-nine year old’s junior, stood in the office. An air of confidence seems to drape across his person as one would a fine coat. He seemed to dance between and balance of beauty and masculinity that seemed almost out of place in where they stood. It made Cam quirk a brow curiously at the blond that stood in his superior's office as if he belonged. It took him a second before he remembered to give him an acknowledging smile before he turned back to the Captain the arch of his dark brow seeming to rise higher in a silent question. What exactly was going on?