[His hand is under her elbow as she slips, his reaction as quick as her own instinct to balance herself.]
Careful, the ground's always going to be damp this near a river.
[It's practically an aside, and probably like teaching an old woman to suck eggs, but he mutters it anyway. And sharing cases isn't like sharing his personal life: in his job patient stories make up most of what passes for small-talk. Although, he doesn't usually tell this one.]
We didn't have the chance to say no. The man we admitted was a homeless guy, sick and being kicked around by local kids in the park. You know those stories. Abusive dad, drug problem, time in rehab. We figured out that whole identity was ripped off around the same time we figured out what was killing him. Unfortunately a little too soon for his DNA markers to come back. When they did, there were red flags from thirteen states... all linked to murder cases involving cannibalism. The guy's still on the run.
[After falling into silence for a second, Chase reaches to catch her wrist - the one holding the flashlight - long enough to bring it up and direct the beam under his chin. Any attempt at looking intimidating lasts all of five seconds before he smiles, letting her go.]
Maybe the dramatic storylines aren't confined to your home town.
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Careful, the ground's always going to be damp this near a river.
[It's practically an aside, and probably like teaching an old woman to suck eggs, but he mutters it anyway. And sharing cases isn't like sharing his personal life: in his job patient stories make up most of what passes for small-talk. Although, he doesn't usually tell this one.]
We didn't have the chance to say no. The man we admitted was a homeless guy, sick and being kicked around by local kids in the park. You know those stories. Abusive dad, drug problem, time in rehab. We figured out that whole identity was ripped off around the same time we figured out what was killing him. Unfortunately a little too soon for his DNA markers to come back. When they did, there were red flags from thirteen states... all linked to murder cases involving cannibalism. The guy's still on the run.
[After falling into silence for a second, Chase reaches to catch her wrist - the one holding the flashlight - long enough to bring it up and direct the beam under his chin. Any attempt at looking intimidating lasts all of five seconds before he smiles, letting her go.]
Maybe the dramatic storylines aren't confined to your home town.