Rizzles Story

Chapter 38

Saturday Night At the Hospital

Luke: Exam room three. Insomnia and bouts of withholding"? Hey! What's going on?

Jill: We closed our case tonight.

Luke: Congratulations.

Jill: How's mad dog?

Luke: Ohh. Remember that poster of your brain on drugs?

Jill: Yeah.

Luke: So what's with the diagnosis?

Jill: I need to tell you something. I'm glad we're together.

Luke: Well, I'm glad we're together, too, but that can't be keeping you awake.

Jill: I wanted to give you this. It's a getaway box. It was a getaway box. Now it's just a box of my stuff that's gonna be in our apartment with all the rest of my stuff.

Luke: A getaway box. Let me guess. The getaway box was for a quick getaway if it wasn't working out.

Jill: You're kind of smart for a handsome guy.

Luke: Yeah. Is there anything else while you're feeling confessional?

Jill: I sleep with a wave machine.

Luke: I can live with that.

At Claire's House

Claire walks into the kitchen and sees it a mess.

Claire: Who died here.

Ed: Um, n-n-no one. Yet. See, it's been a long time since I've made dinner, and I forgot about splatter. And then I, uh, I forgot about the part where, uh I really can't reach the splatter. And, uh, so I guess I just created more work for you.

She walks up to him and kisses him.

Ed: You haven't even tasted it yet.

Claire: Don't need to.

At BPD

Cindy: Hey!

Jane: Hey!

Cindy: Uh, can I officially release artie lazar's name?

Jane: How are you always around?

Cindy: I'm good at what I do.

Jane: Yeah, sure. We're on the record.

Cindy: So, um, am I in the club?

Jane: There is no club.

Cindy: Oh, yeah. I am in.

Jane walks into the bullpen and sits at her desk. Tom walks up.

Tom: Hey.

Jane: Hey.

Tom: Good work today.

Jane: Thanks. I didn't mean to freeze you out.

Tom: I didn't mean for you to meet heather that way.

Jane: No matter how I met her, I wouldn't have liked it, so-

Tom: Is that your dinner?

Jane: Don't start.

Tom: I was gonna offer you some of mine. Heather dropped off a casserole.

Jane: Of course she did. What is it, tuna surprise?

Tom: Cassoulet.

Jane: Really? My favorite.

Tom: I know. Ironic.

Jane: It's delicious.

Tom: Eating dinner together is nice. We never did it when we were together.

Jane: We should have. Anyway, um, at least the mayor will sleep well tonight.

Tom: The city will sleep well tonight. Jane, we got a hit on the prints from the kiss me not killer's latest victim. Her name was Elaine Lewis. Her parents reported her missing from silver springs, nevada, two weeks ago.

Jane: I'll call Claire.

Tom: He took her across state lines.
That makes it federal. The FBI is taking over the case. It's not my call.

Jane: You could fight for me.

Tom: And it's not open for debate. This is not personal, Jane.

Jane: It is to me. Tell Heather thanks for dinner.

She walks out and goes home.