"So you think," she began, her face already glowing red in the warmth of anger, the hand that violently snatched the papers from his hand clutching them hard until they bent slightly. "You think the lieutenant is going to say,<em>Oh, that's fucking great, thank you so much Eric, let's fire slash demote slash play negative politics on one of our best cops in this sea of incompetency in the midst of a serial killer crisis in the city and see what that does to the citizens' confidence in their local law enforcement! Thanks for bringing this to our attention, buddy, thanks for fucking my career like this!</em>and then be done with me? I think not. I think someone's been spending way too much time inhaling chemicals in their batcave laboratory."<br/><br/>She glowered for a moment, then moved her gaze down to the papers she held, eyes moving spastically from one side of the page to the other, from the top to the bottom. She shuffled them with a quick jerk of her hand until she slammed it back down on the table, palm flat, but it seemed to do the trick. Her face went sullen, her eyes moving away from his face, from any part of him until she was glancing towards a glowing computer screen saver.<br/><br/>"Fine.<em>Fine.</em>But you know what? Shit looks different when you're on the scene trying to put two and two together for the fucking lieutenant who has to go make some kind of reassuring speech to the public that their innocent little Ashley or Danielle or whatever fuckin' suburban trendy bullshit people are naming their kids these days isn't gonna be the next headless, cum-stained corpse in the park."<br/><br/>Her excuse seemed to sound more grasping than she intended when it came out of her mouth; it sounded forceful in her head, much more so than it emerged. Now she just seemed sad. But she wasn't about to go down swinging.<br/><br/>"On my knees? That's real cute, usually they just say 'suck my dick', don't they? Very gentlemanly of you."