Omerta 6

I am going to Disneyland for a week with the band. Yes, you may tremble in fear: forty-five high school band geeks unleashed upon poor unsuspecting Anaheim. Don't worry, we don't bite. Much. Anyway, I should be back by Friday; we get locked up in the high school tonight before leaving for Sea-Tac at four in the morning. Just when you think you've left school for the summer, it drags you right back.

( Nothing there but blood and regret. )

Original fic: Boston

Basically, a typical morning in the Special Crimes Unit of the Boston Police Department tends to go like this:

( only one member of the lab was allowed a psychotic episode per day. )