Hey everybody! Marissa here coming to you live from a crime scene in progress. Well not really in progress.....the suspect was taken into custody over three hours ago. But Bryan and I have been processing the scene for the past two hours;gathering up our evidence and waiting on the CSI team to arrive to get their forensic evidence.

Take a look at the pic below. That's the back of Tyler's head on the right, and that's Hawkins by the door. Don't they look intimidating? Sexy though.




Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Bryan and I are waiting on the CSI team. Who at this point is annoying me to no end. Like how hard is it to come pick up some lint, spray some Luminol, collect some fingerprints and swab suspicious spots? Just because they've got a "Dr." in front of their name doesn't make them kings. Grrrrrr.

Bryan is telling me to calm down before we get a reprimand from Burger for unprofessional conduct.
Do I look like I care Bryan? Look at me. Look at me.
I've been in this filthy apartment since eight o' clock this morning. I didn't have time to get any coffee because of the early roll out for the takedown, which also meant that I didn't eat any breakfast either. Plus I think my period's coming because my stomach is cramping and I don't have any painkillers with me.

This day is a day from hell and now the CSI crew is late. I'm not in the mood! Not in the damn mood for this shit today!
What?
They're here?
Well it's about goddamn time!
I think I saw a diner a few blocks down where we can pick up some breakfast before we head back to the office.
Come on Bryan let's get our shit and roll.... what?
They forgot one of their evidence kits and want us to stay here while they go back and get it?

No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Okay people I'm here and I'm alive. According to Geisha she thinks that I should come on here from time to time to give you guys "insight" on my life. Ha! Yeah right! As if my life is even exciting. I just spent four hours staking out a suspect's house only to find out that he had gotten arrested the night before and was now holed up at Rikers on armed robbery charges. That's four wasted hours of my life that I could've been doing something meaningful and productive instead of listening to Bryan try to channel his inner Garth Brooks and see if he could implode my eardrums.

Hey! Look down there! It's Marcus! Asshole!
True he's my informal informant, and yes from time to time we talk, and yes he's been over to my house a few times bearing gifts of food when I've come home late and super tired, and maybe I'm beginning to tolerate him to the extent that I don't want to smash his face in with the butt of my gun, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still a cocky bastard and I still hate his guts.

Bryan says that I should have a heart to heart with Marcus and tell him how I really feel. To which I had to remind him that federal agents killing civilians, even drug-dealing ones, do not bode well with the Department of Justice, and I would rather shoot Marcus in the heart. He then suggested I go see the department shrink and enroll myself in Anger Management classes...as if that would help.

I think I just need time to get used to Marcus being back in my life. A thousand years should be enough. The good news is by that time I would be dead and hopefully if God comes down to Earth and defeats the Devil and his followers, Marcus would finally be dead too.

Okay, okay I know that was mean, but it kinda slipped out. Really. I swear.

That's enough of my ranting. I'm going to channel this anger into something productive. Like going down to the morgue and id a suspect suspected of being a serial rapist. It seems he picked the wrong woman this time and she sliced his dick opened like a banana. It's a must-see.
Bryan said he's going to stay back in the office and wait until I come back. Something about preserving happy thoughts when it comes to women and his penis. Whatever.

Later peeps!