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| �This is my first week officially working for the FBI, but I�ve worked some Joint Task Force cases before, mostly in Los Vegas. I was with the Vegas lab for two years, and before that I was in San Francisco for five years. I am by no stretch of the imagination, a �newbie�,� Sara said. �If you want more thorough credentials have Human Resources fax you a copy of my file.� She handed him a slip of paper and then turned on her heel and headed back to the elevator. �Page me when your agent gets the mother�s clothes,� she called over her shoulder before stepping back onto the elevator car and disappearing from view.
Jack stared for a moment before looking down at the paper in his hand. It was a make-shift card with SARA SIDLE, CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATOR, LEVEL TWO, 5553019 written out in neat cursive. �Watch your mouth, Danny, or you�ll be getting real cozy with that board,� Jack warned the younger agent before disappearing back into his office. Danny hung his head before going back to the phones. Danny fielded too many more calls to count�amber alerts always seemed to bring about more calls to the hotlines�in the next hour, and was immensely relieved when Samantha and Martin appeared. Standing up and stretching his sore muscles, Danny looked at the pair questioningly. �Anything from the mother?� he asked. �No. Took her clothes, had a DNA tech take a swab�though he has nothing to compare it to�asked a few questions, but we don�t have anything other than Jack�s gut saying that the mom�s involved,� Samantha said. �The CSI was just up here. Left Jack a number. Wants to be paged when she can pick up the clothes,� Danny said. He cast a forlorn look at the phones on his desk. �Can one of you field calls while I get some coffee, please?� he begged. Samantha and Martin shared a look. They couldn�t decide who would take pity on Danny�they had both been in his position before and knew that coffee was the only thing that would get you though the day�so Sam pulled out a quarter. �Call it,� she said to Martin. �Heads,� Martin said as Samantha flipped the coin. She caught it and glanced at it before pouting. Martin smiled as Samantha headed over and took Danny�s seat. �I�ll talk to Jack,� Martin said as the two men went off in separate directions. Danny was heading back to his desk with a fresh cup of coffee�stronger than usual and without the diluting powers of cream and sweetener�when he ran into someone. �God�sorry,� Danny said, praying that he hadn�t spilt his coffee all over the person he�d run into. He looked at her, trying to asses the damage, and blushed slightly. �Sorry,� he said again. �About now or about before?� Sara replied. �Both?� Danny tried. He wasn�t sure what it was, but there was something about Sara Sidle that intrigued him. |
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