There's something really weird going on around here, and I officially wash my hands of it. I have two years left to make pension. I AM not ending up as a mall cop, so help me. I actually have my eye on head of security at an all-women's college, but that's AFTER pensioning out, not before. I was hoping to pull a Briscoe and stay as long as humanly possible, but if things keep up this way...man.
I can't believe I let those two push my buttons like that. And then I went to see Deakins in that mood - well, that went really, really well.
And now I've got stapler-boy as my partner for this case. Swell. As long as he does the footwork, I guess we're good.