[CLOSED] and it's plain to see.

[blake falon aldridge]

"Good morning, Miss Blake." The new intern they had gotten told her. She just waved, taking a sip from her coffee. She had the roughest night the night before and still had the hospital band around her wrist. She looked like a walking zombie, and felt even worse. She sat her coffee on her desk, leaning carefully to the side to pet Dakota before she leaned back up, sorting through the papers she had there. She sat down carefully in her chair, wincing at the pain in her abdomen.

"So, where's your battle scar, Aldridge? Are you sure you should be at work after you got hit by a car?" Her supervisor asked, and she just looked up at him.

"I'm not showing you. It hurt bad enough to get dressed this morning. And yes, I should be at work. I'm not on any restrictions anymore.." She mumbled, logging into her computer. She checked her emails for the pictures she was supposed to be getting for the case she was working on. She printed them, and got carefully from her chair, biting her lip from the pain. "O-ow.." She choked, slowly making her way to the printer. She carefully started to pin them to the board.

[rex 'r']

Rex wandered back from the interrogation room, white cane held loosely in his hand. He heard the pained voice and drew in a breath, found Blake near the printer. A hand fell to a rest on her shoulder. "Blake, my God I was worried.. What happened?"

[blake falon aldridge]

"OH MY-" She jumped, her hand on the butt of her gun at the touch. "H-hey.." She breathed, wrapping her arm slowly around him. It hurt, and she bit her lip.

"Uh.. I was on duty last night.." She started, slowly pinning the pictures to the board. Stretching hurt the stitches in her abdomen, and brought tears to her eyes. "And the suspect bolted across the road. And when I ran after him, a car hit me.. It broke off one of my ribs and lodged it into my lung or something, so they had to go in and cut it out.." She sorted through the tacks, looking for another yellow one before she continued. "I dunno. I passed out.. When I woke up, the doctor said that.. the last doctor didn't catch it but the pregnancy was tubal and they just.. dissolved it." She shrugged, biting her lip as she tacked another picture to the board. She started mumbling something to herself about the pictures, flipping through a folder.

[rex 'r']

Rex's face fell, sightless eyes troubled. "I'm sorry baby.. You shouldn't be working though, you need rest." He kissed the side of her head, letting out a shaky breath. "You can take my keys and Dakota, go to the apartment if you want.." He ran a gentle hand through her hair.
"Rex! New computer report, bank robbery. Get on it." He sighed, slipping the keys into her hand, and made his way to the computer, fingertips searching out his headset. He put it on, flipping on the computer and turning up the volume.

[blake falon aldridge]

She just sat the keys on the table, walking over to her desk to drag her chair over. She sat down carefully, propping her head up on her hand as she read over the report. She tapped her pen on the folder, jotting something down before she got up to go after her coffee. She leaned down, carefully petting Dakota before she took her seat again.

She chewed on her lip, reading over the report again before it clicked. "Ow ow.." She mumbled as she got up, quickly walking to her superior's office. "Can someone be held accountable if they don't know who they are?"

"You aren't making any sense and you're bleeding on my floor." He told her. She just held her hand over her stomach, shaking her head.

"No, I am. Come see." She said, slowly walking back.

[rex 'r']

Rex heard the keys clink on the table and shook his head. He felt helpless.
"You have no back up?" He snapped into the mic. "What the hell are you doing? So what if it's quarantined, the guy has a bomb and a gun." He worked his jaw. "No, hold up okay? Don't worry about the hostages yet, get everyone out, I'll be there in- I don't care if I can't fucking see." The headset hit the table and he grabbed his tracker, a gun and the dog, heading towards the door. "Bank, get Blake or somebody on the computer, all the cameras are rerouted, so somebody who can see, please," He muttered sarcastically, the door closing on his way out.

[blake falon aldridge]

"I'm not crazy.. The last time I told you something like this, you thought I was crazy. It's Jack the Ripper." She said, walking back to her computer to print more pictures. She looked up as Rex walked past, not thinking anything of it. She walked back over and started to lay the pictures out. "They look just like-"

"Blake, they need you on monitors." Someone said, and she looked up.

"Everyone around here knows I'm a field agent. I don't work cameras." She muttered, walking over to Rex's computer. She sat down, reaching over for her headset.

"Rex said-"

"Yeah, I know what Rex said.." She muttered, putting on her headset. "Someone gonna catch me up or am I just looking pretty over here?" She asked.

[rex 'r']

"Your mic is on, everybody on the field can hear you," He murmured, walking swiftly down the road. "Listen Blake. You have access to all the cameras inside and out, you have more sight than anybody else here at the bank. We need the number of hostages, and if this is a one man hit or if there are others." He fixed Dakota's leash, loading his gun as one of the agents lead him inside. "I can walk," He snapped. "Get guys at the other door, where's the hitman?"

[blake falon aldridge]

"I know, Rex. I didn't fall off the apple truck yesterday." She said, using her pen to count the people. "I counted twenty two adults, five kids. Looks like three men spread out over three rooms. One's in the front lobby near the far window, one's in a back room with a teller. There's only a door. And the last one has uh.. five people in a back room down the hall to the left. Looks like they were having dinner. There's a window there." She said, reaching up to fix her mic. She leaned carefully over to get her coffee, ignoring the blood pooling at the front of her shirt.

[rex 'r']

"Thank you, now go home baby..please.."
"Aw," Somebody breathed.
"Shut up," He muttered, slipping a paperclip into the door with the younger hostages, working it silently. It clicked and he drew in a breath, just listening.
"Can you tell which guy has the bomb?" He breathed.