ShuriyuCSI
Judge
Re: It's Called Cancer
Flack had finally caught up with Hawkes a few minutes after Jess had left, figuring out what the paragraph of chickenscratch was and soon was able to get through a good chunk of paperwork. By the time four in the afternoon rolled around, Flack set his pen down and cracked his left hand's knuckles before his right's. "Well.. It could be worse.." he said to himself. It was a second later that an officer came up to him to retrieve Flack for his evaluation, having forgot while going through half the stack of papers.
Or maybe it just did.. he thought to himself, grabbing his things before heading down to a different part of the precinct. Flack was put through a target and firing evaluation first, getting just about perfect and then came the physical. He thought for sure the doctor would say something about his injuries while he was going through and asking questions, but to Flack's luck, none of that came up. It was about two hours till Flack was done at six-thrity and released to go home.
Flack headed back to his desk, cleaning up and looking over at the time. Another twelve hour day done. Thank God. Flack packed up everything and headed home, his mind still burried in paperwork at his desk. He was supprised to find himself actually taking a half hour to get home rather than the usual ten or fifteen minutes. "I musta been drivin' like a grandpa.." he said to himself with a frown, soon going up to his appartment, winding up taking the stairs because of night time elevator maitenance. Flack fished his appartment key out and soon unlocked the door stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He sniffed the air a bit, his stomach soon having an involuntary growl. "Honey, I'm home," he called out with a grin.
Flack had finally caught up with Hawkes a few minutes after Jess had left, figuring out what the paragraph of chickenscratch was and soon was able to get through a good chunk of paperwork. By the time four in the afternoon rolled around, Flack set his pen down and cracked his left hand's knuckles before his right's. "Well.. It could be worse.." he said to himself. It was a second later that an officer came up to him to retrieve Flack for his evaluation, having forgot while going through half the stack of papers.
Or maybe it just did.. he thought to himself, grabbing his things before heading down to a different part of the precinct. Flack was put through a target and firing evaluation first, getting just about perfect and then came the physical. He thought for sure the doctor would say something about his injuries while he was going through and asking questions, but to Flack's luck, none of that came up. It was about two hours till Flack was done at six-thrity and released to go home.
Flack headed back to his desk, cleaning up and looking over at the time. Another twelve hour day done. Thank God. Flack packed up everything and headed home, his mind still burried in paperwork at his desk. He was supprised to find himself actually taking a half hour to get home rather than the usual ten or fifteen minutes. "I musta been drivin' like a grandpa.." he said to himself with a frown, soon going up to his appartment, winding up taking the stairs because of night time elevator maitenance. Flack fished his appartment key out and soon unlocked the door stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He sniffed the air a bit, his stomach soon having an involuntary growl. "Honey, I'm home," he called out with a grin.
