Complexity

Chapter Two.

She sat down on the ripped leather chair. You could compare the thing to sitting on sandpaper. Infront on the desk sat a computer. She pushed the power button using her nail. Once it booted up, she signed in. The first thing she did was check her email inbox. There was always something new in it. She looked at the newest email, only being sent an hour ago. She hovered the mouse over it for a moment before clicking on it.

"Hey Fisher!

We're celebrating the recent accomplishment of solving the whole recent serial kidnapper thing and are hosting a get together!

Email me back as your way of RSVPing!

(P.S - There's gonna be a bunch of random folks there, I invited a bunch of people from not just the department, haha!)

- Detective Alik Moniz"

Really? Some party because the department solved a case? That's literally their job.

She sighed. She began to type on the keyboard,

"Hey Moniz.

Yeah I suppose I'll drop by, see what's happening. Don't expect me to stay long though.

- Detective Jean Fisher"

She clicked send.

The thought of getting away from the office did sound nice though. Maybe James would want to come too.

She took a swig of her coffee, downing the rest of it. She picked the empty cup up, shooting it into the trash can like it was a basketball net.

"Ay! Three pointer!" She smiled to herself

Knock knock.

Great. She looked up to see who had tapped or, well, knocked on her desk.

"Heeeey Fish!"

It was Corrick. Peter Corrick. He was a fellow detective for the station's Criminal Investigation Division.

Corrick, unlike most of the force, was friends with Jean, not a longtime friend but a friend regardless.

"You err...Busy right now?" He knew she wasn't, she was staring at a blank computer screen.

"Uhh no, I'm not. Why do you ask?" She swivelled the chair around to face him.

"Moniz wanted me to ask if you're going to the party thing." He scratched the back of his neck.

Christ...Hadn't she just emailed him back? He can't check his email?

"Yeah, I'll make an appearance...Please tell me you're going too."

Corrick chuckled, "Things never happen around here, 'course I'd wanna do something like that."

Jean raised her brow, "Aren't you all reserved though? Always keepin' to ya self?"

Corrick shrugged, "Eh, it'll be something to do, let's say that."

"What time is it even at? Or day, for that matter."

"Tonight at 7."

Jean stared at him in pure confusion, "Tonight? God, I thought he meant it'd be like next week."

Corrick gave a oh well look before glancing at his watch, "Well, I gotta finish up some paperwork. Say, I'll see you then?" He gave a quick smile

"Yeah, 7 it is."