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[theguv.livejournal.com]

What the hell happened here and someone better tell me where my WDC is or you're all getting personally acquainted with the inside of a cell.

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[didorothy]

[nods] 's this way.

[and when he gets to the door, it is locked. Obviously.

So Sam starts picking at the lock like the good little copper he is]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes and pushes Sam aside, kicking the door open]

[didorothy]

[walks in, and then stops.

He has no idea where she keeps her clothing. OH, THE EPIC FAIL.]

Right, stay here. [and he heads off to what is probably her bedroom so he can search for clothing]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[so doesn't listen, following him in and poking his head about] You fancy the bird and don't even know your way around her flat?

[didorothy]

[scowls at him] Get out of here! She doesn't want you nosing around her bedroom.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes] Yeah, but I'm sure she wants you fishing about in her knickers. I'm not gonna touch anything, I'm just looking.

[didorothy]

[just does the 'I only put up with you because we're buddy cops' look and starts picking out what he thinks are her favourite clothes]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene is unamused by your look] You better have washed your hands. No sense in bringing her dirty skivvies. And make 'em tasteful. I don't need to see her in anything lacy.

[didorothy]

You won't. [let's see, socks, that pair of trousers she likes, the shirt she usually wears with the trousers, the vest she usually wears with the shirt... what else? Okay, those other particular articles of clothing are now set between the shirt and the trousers, where Sam won't have to think about them]

She needs some shoes. Where would she keep shoes?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Good. [watches him for a bit, then begins wandering about, leafing through a couple books, checking out a drawer here or there, poking his head in her closet, looking through her jewellery bin] How the hell should I know? Shoes should be by the door, if you ask me, but that's the last place my wife ever leaves 'em.

[didorothy]

Where does your wife leave her shoes, then?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Wherever I'm most like to trip over them in the morning, it seems.

[didorothy]

[rolls eyes] Help me look, then. [starts looking through closets. Because that's possibly the proper place]