<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat rubbed her forehead, which caused Norris and Raines to trade a look.  It was very rare for the FBI agent to show any sign of emotion on a scene... but then, the death of a cop would worry almost anyway.  "Alright," Cat said after a moment.  "I'd like copies of your reports once they're filed -- and yeah, I know, I'll put in an official request too."  She offered Norris a wan smile.  "NYPD handling next-of-kin notification?"<br/>
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"No, ma'am," Norris answered, glancing back at the body.  "His lieutenant asked if the FBI'd handle it."<br/>
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"Perfect."  She sighed.  "Sullivan!  Get your ass moving, we've got to make a notification -- the sooner, the better.  I don't want his family to hear about this on the news."  She gestured peremptorily for Gabriel to follow her.  At the door of the motel room, she found Sergeant Clarkson again.  "I want copies of everything," she said briskly.  The rough camaraderie she'd displayed with the CMI and CSIs was gone.  "If one of your patrol officers transcribes so much as a parking ticket here, I want to know about it.  Don't assume it isn't related -- forward it all to me."</span></span>