CARSON'S CRIME INVESTIGATION SERVICES

Chapter 4

Morning had came too quickly as Ivory walked sleepily down the corridors of HQ, a hot chocolate in her hand as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. "Ugh...yesterday was brutal, but today is another day", she said with a slight smile. "And I'm here early, so that's a plus. Gives me some time to collect my thoughts".

She sipped her hot chocolate, allowing the liquid satin to coat her tongue and transport her away to another dimension for just a moment; until she was pulled out of her bliss by a chipper tone.

"Good morning Ivory! Are you excited to be working with Commander Whittington today?!", squealed Aubrielle, almost shaking with excitement.

"Someone's had their morning coffee", thought Ivory, before answering her superior. "Yes, I can't wait". Of course she was lying and still very angry from the events the night before.

"Oh goody! I'm off to get a hot chocolate just like yours Ivory! It looks splendid!", boomed Aubrielle, almost flouncing down the corridor.

"Damn, I want whatever she's taking before work", muttered Ivory, sipping on her hot chocolate once more before her stomach dropped at the sight of Officer Shears heading her way. 

"Hopefully she's in a better mood today".

"Good morning you waste of human life", spat the platinum blonde.

"Or not", thought Ivory, rolling her eyes.

"I can't wait to see what else you mess up today. Who knows, maybe you'll take a bullet to the head or jump off a bridge. Either one is fine", laughed the blonde, her eyes pin pricks of a predator. She meant what she was saying.

"You know what? You need to back off and learn to treat others with respect! I get it, Westley was shot, but that's only because he went running off on his own and wouldn't listen to me", spat Ivory, finally digging her claws in. "And to be honest Priscilla, you probably only miss him because you aren't getting your daily cobweb clean in the cleaners closet! Not that all of the other male officers don't tend to you enough as it is".

The blonde woman suddenly gasped, but then laughed, "What do you know?".

"What? You think I'm dumb?", asked Ivory.

"No, I just think you're jealous you aren't getting any action. Then again, I don't think you've had any since high school and you're like what, twenty five now? That's REALLY embarrassing", scoffed Officer shears as spitefully as she could.

"Actually, I'm twenty three years old", bit back Ivory, crossing her arms.

"Well that's still embarrassing, but then again, you're not exactly a looker are you? No wonder they all run from you and come to me", laughed Priscilla.

"Yeah and no wonder I'm always hearing of people feeling itchy in places they shouldn't. You've probably got about twenty plus STD's, so no offence, but I think I know who I'd rather be, and that isn't you", smirked Ivory as Officer Shears turned beet red and stormed off down the corridor.