It's In My DNA - Tagged
Sept 30, 2018 21:15:09 GMT
Post by Felicity Jones on Sept 30, 2018 21:15:09 GMT
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Felicity was hanging around the Lab, it was a strange place given she tended to avoid cops like the plague but this cop. Well she was still unsure really, cop or CSI or the guy that had her DNA thanks to an idiot client who managed to get himself into trouble with the law. Yes Felicity had her brushes with the law, an arrest, a sheet, a photo but never her DNA. It could connect her to a lot of people and that she wanted to prevent.
So instead of turning herself in as the woman who was there at the time of the ‘incident’, Felicity decided to do one better. Charm and con the CSI that had it in the first place, how hard could it really be to steal a key card or just charm him into doing the ‘right’ thing for her. After all cops were cops, she had a few on her side of things but she would rather not make those calls if she could help it. Going straight at the problem seemed to be the better option.
All she needed to do was bump into the guy, try to pick his pocket and off she went. Looking all official trying to get rid of evidence she was even around a crime scene. Easy she thought as she found out who she was looking for. A quick chat with the resident look out system she had a description of a guy and a name that a cop might have shouted out at the scene. A Greg, that was all she needed to find. How many Greg’s that were cops, it remained to be seen but she still stood outside the precinct trying to act like she was waiting for someone.
Her black trousers and burgundy red jumper not screaming her usual line of work. Heels more manageable than her usual stilettos and a jacket that said more business professional than escort. Then again it depended on the day and the customer she figured waiting as the lunch crowd seemed to start to appear.
