Post by Mareike on Aug 28, 2010 15:03:32 GMT
She moved gracefully through the parking lot of the university, heading back towards the plain and unmarked car which was loaned out to her whenever she had to leave the station on official business, a soft sigh slipping from the deceptively young looking woman. Mareike Kohler was glad that this was her last guest lecture – for this course at least, no doubt there would be more soon enough, people studying crime had shot up dramatically over the last few decades, people becoming interested in not only the how, but also the why. She couldn’t say she blamed them, once upon a time Mareike herself had been sitting in a classroom, listening intently to a guest lecturer and a whole new world had opened up in her eyes. Guest lecturing was somehow almost more stressful than dealing with the police or criminals, perhaps because she was so aware of how her words could shape so many young people, could inspire them to follow in her footsteps or turn them off policing forever. It was never her intention to play up her role to the cost of any other, Mareike always making sure to stress how important each role was in catching a criminal and she could only hope that some of those within the class would go on to join law enforcement in any of the varied fields – and more than that, hope that nobody would use what they had learned from her in an effort to avoid getting caught committing crimes.
A low buzz came to sensitive ears, Mareike shifting her arm full of books in order to pull her pager from her belt, glancing down at the number. Her own office. Pace quickened a little at the sight of that number, the knowledge that someone was trying to reach her, Mareike easily jugging all the items in order to unlock the car and settle behind in the drivers seat. Phone was pulled from her purse and turned on, the woman having set it up to divert all incoming calls back to the office, knowing that she would have been unable to give any help or advice while she was giving her lecture and it hardly would have created a good impression to have to stop just to tell someone something they could have worked out if they had only looked at the scene for a couple of minutes more. She was confident that the woman who worked for her, with her, would be able to handle any inquires that came in during the time and only to page her in an emergency, she would get caught up once she got back in, waiting for someone to pick up the phone.
“Sergeant Roth called for you.”
“Is he at the station or out in the field?” She asked after a moment of digesting this, fingers lightly drumming against the steering wheel of the car, thoughtful frown on her face. It wasn’t overly unusual for one to contact the other during a work day, the thought of not being able to talk, see or at least check in on Clayton for a full day sent cold shivers down her spine, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water over her. Clayton easily counted as an emergency in her mind, her instructions having included him by name should he try and contact her.
“He’s in the field, one moment, I’ll get the location for you Agent Kohler.”
While she waited, fingers still drumming against the steering wheel, Mareike debated what to do. If Clayton was capable of calling himself, then it couldn’t be something life threatening to him, couldn’t be him in the hospital – again. Still, she wouldn’t be able to relax now until she had seen him for herself, reassured herself that he was alright, small words of thanks as the location was given to her, Mareike quickly imputing it into her GPS and setting off.
Continued at: Apartment Complex; Side Street
A low buzz came to sensitive ears, Mareike shifting her arm full of books in order to pull her pager from her belt, glancing down at the number. Her own office. Pace quickened a little at the sight of that number, the knowledge that someone was trying to reach her, Mareike easily jugging all the items in order to unlock the car and settle behind in the drivers seat. Phone was pulled from her purse and turned on, the woman having set it up to divert all incoming calls back to the office, knowing that she would have been unable to give any help or advice while she was giving her lecture and it hardly would have created a good impression to have to stop just to tell someone something they could have worked out if they had only looked at the scene for a couple of minutes more. She was confident that the woman who worked for her, with her, would be able to handle any inquires that came in during the time and only to page her in an emergency, she would get caught up once she got back in, waiting for someone to pick up the phone.
“Sergeant Roth called for you.”
“Is he at the station or out in the field?” She asked after a moment of digesting this, fingers lightly drumming against the steering wheel of the car, thoughtful frown on her face. It wasn’t overly unusual for one to contact the other during a work day, the thought of not being able to talk, see or at least check in on Clayton for a full day sent cold shivers down her spine, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water over her. Clayton easily counted as an emergency in her mind, her instructions having included him by name should he try and contact her.
“He’s in the field, one moment, I’ll get the location for you Agent Kohler.”
While she waited, fingers still drumming against the steering wheel, Mareike debated what to do. If Clayton was capable of calling himself, then it couldn’t be something life threatening to him, couldn’t be him in the hospital – again. Still, she wouldn’t be able to relax now until she had seen him for herself, reassured herself that he was alright, small words of thanks as the location was given to her, Mareike quickly imputing it into her GPS and setting off.
Continued at: Apartment Complex; Side Street