It was so nice to be so respected, even if it came with some envy.  When you were good at your job - woman one may be - you made good money, and Brighid was by most definitions overqualified for her job in more ways than one.  Still, it was enjoyable, gave her quite the opportunity, and being on the force made it significantly easier on Captain O'Hara, cutting out the middle-man and just cutting her a steady paycheck instead of commission for 'consultation'.<br/><br/>Speaking of O'Hara, Brighid had quite the respect for the man, and a kinship, both of Boston Irish families, and not exactly that different in age either.  Hell, they might have met before, not that either of them could recall that happening before back home.  Still, had to focus on the case now...<br/><br/>"A robbery with Johnson..." she muttered as she relaxed into the chair in front of his desk "Well... at least it isn't a murder... but honestly, Captain,<em>must</em>I  work with Johnson?  I swear every time I work with him I'm tempted to take the bat in my car to his kneecaps..."<br/><br/>She sighed though, and gave the Captain a friendly smile.<br/><br/>"Tell you what... you promise you won't skip out an this Sunday's dinner at my place this week, and I won't complain about working with that bastard, eh?" she said, clearly being friendly with the Captain "You skipped last week, and I think my neighbor - you know the one - wants to make this a regular thing.  I would really like it if you could join us."