Again snagged from whatstheddx

Pick a prompt from this list and I will write you a sentence (or drabble or more, depending on how bunnied I am) with Murphy and your muse. The porn round of this meme. Prompts from musebysentence.

A. Cleavage
B. Horny
C. Sexy
D. Seduction
E. Orgasm
F. Fantasy
G. Porn
H. Make love
I. Dirty talk
J. One night stand

1. Post a reply with your muse, specify verse and ship if necessary. Only one tag per mun so choose your muse carefully.

2. When you reply, post anywhere from a paragraph to a starting sentence. It can be any sort of sentence you want, just make sure there’s room for me to take over. A prompt sentence, if you will.

3. I will reply to your comment with a full ficlet or drabble that starts with the sentence you left. Let’s see where your starting idea can take me.

4. Any rating’s okay.

for whatstheddx

Murphy walked through the crowd of uniforms outside the Drake Hotel with a slight scowl. She didn’t need this many uniforms but as long as they stayed outside her crime scene she couldn’t force them out. The problem with having a death at such a prominent location, everyone wanted to see what was going on.

“We’re up on the 12 floor, boss.” Kirmani said as he met her in the lobby. “Manager’s throwing a fit about us being here, but I told him how much we cared about his opinion.”

“What have we got?” she asked, already planning how to deal with a tempermental manager and a case that was going to gather media attention. This one was not going to be pleasant.

“No hearts exploding this time.” Kirmani sounded incredibly grateful for that. “A guy staggered out into the hallway, bleeding pretty bad. One of the neighbors was a doctor, tried to help the guy but apparently, having a doctor in the house didn’t do him any good.”

“Is the ME here yet?”

“Nope, but our good Samaritan doctor thinks it was a .22.”

She rolled her eyes. Great, an amateur detective, this just got better and better. “Secure the body. No one touches it until the coroner gets here. You start searching the room with CSU, I’ll talk to the good doctor.”

Kirmani shook his head, “You’re gonna have a field day with this guy, boss.”

Murphy shot him a look as she got off the elevator and got her first look at her crime scene. The victim had staggered from his room a pretty good distance. There was blood spatter along most of the hallway. She spotted her witness sitting outside the crime scene tape, a rather annoyed looking uniform standing over him.

She made her way over and jerked her chin to dismiss the uni. “I’m Lieutenant Connie Murphy,” she said, studying the man. “I’m lead investigator for this case. Can you tell me what happened?”

Who's The Girl

They call her to the scene early in the morning. The sun’s barely peeking over the tops of the skyscrapers and she’s standing between two of them, looking over another dead body. Kirmani’s with her, right by her side like always, rattling off the details. Looks like a prostitute pissed off a john, took two to the chest and then purse was stolen. They’re pretty confident finger prints will get an i.d. but right now she’s a Jane Doe.

Three hours later, the sun’s up and they’re leaving the scene. They stop at a diner on Belmont for breakfast and to breakdown their day. There’s always more than just the first murder. They’ve got a lot of open cases, a lot of witnesses and suspects to track down. There are lab reports to read and prosecutors to go over testimony with. There were other things to do while Jane Doe made her way to the morgue to get a name.

It’s not that Jane Doe is forgotten. Murphy pins a crime scene photo to the wall of her cubical as soon as she gets back to the office so she won’t forget. It’s just that there are other cases which are coming together faster than Jane Doe’s. Real life is not television. She doesn’t have one new case every day that is wrapped up by the time the sun goes down again. She jumps from case to case, putting the breaks on some and shifting gears on others.

In a city as big as Chicago, there aren’t enough detectives to handle all the murders and one corner of her desk is stack with open files just waiting for her to find the time or the lead that will let her close them. But she never forgets, she won’t ever forget.