"Alright, sounds good."  Eric was beginning to remember why Marion von Stade was so popular:  in a sea of idiotic, unimaginative officers she was one of the few of them that wasn't dumb.  She picked up on details he hadn't thought of, though she misunderstood his initial comment, what was important was the outcome, "Nice catch detective.  I'll get the results of those tests on your desk by... Tomorrow night, probably.  I have some Preston work left to finish, so I'm gonna go ahead and take off now.  I'll let the lifters get the evidence sealed and checked in, got a cabbie waiting on me now."<br/><br/>Eric waved and took off for the mouth of the alley feeling a little apprehensive.  He couldn't help but respect ingenuity and intellect.  Marion wasn't<em>that</em>bad, he'd most likely been in the wrong.  There'd been some chance that they would set aside their differences before he acted, but now it seemed impossible.  She would never forget getting down on her knees in front of him and being slapped across the face no matter what he did to smooth things over.<br/><br/>He slipped back into the cab feeling genuinely conflicted between guilt and the enjoyment the experience brought him.  It wasn't sexual harassment, was it?  Physical assault was the cut and dry description, but it felt like something more.  Something --<br/><br/>"Sihr, whare to?"<br/><br/><em>Yay for Islamic cab drivers.</em>"Back to the department; return to sender."