The Pursuit, Chapter 2.1 - Dedication
June 13th, Monday - ZPD
Monday morning, Nick was at the station far earlier than usual…that was to say, he arrived more or less on time, such that he would not have to make a mad scramble to reach the bullpen in time for the briefing. Largely, this was due to him having been up nearly until it was time to leave for the precinct. While the poker game had not gone exceptionally well for him, he did have a little more than a hundred extra dollars in his pocket that he had not had the day before, as well as a touch of a hangover.
Nick stumbled out of the locker rooms, still fastening his uniform’s tie. Without coffee having set in, he was largely numb from the neck up, moving by rote habit, rather than conscious thought. As such, he had nearly staggered past Clawhauser’s desk before he stopped, his brain barely registering something different.
Leaning back, Nick pulled down his glasses to skim