Original fic: SCU: Boston

For you, mentalhygiene. We meet the last pair of partners in the Special Crimes Unit of the Boston Police Department, and hey, get an idea of the plot.

( Any more suspensions or complaints and your department will start setting records. )

In other news, guess what happened yesterday in the Wonderful World of Marching Band? My harness broke. Well, not technically my harness, the clasp on my harness, but it's the same thing when thirty or so pounds of brass saxophone goes crashing towards pavement. I grabbed it, fell out of line, and tried to figure out what was wrong, then got picked up by the truck following us with the water and EMTs (just kidding. My BD has the hospital on speed-dial. We don't need no stinkin' EMTs!), which took my bari and let me out when we caught back up with the band. The harness I had - which is still usable, sort of, my dad performed emergency surgery with a carabiner - is a BG Saxophone Harness for Women, which I totally recommend, by the way, except for the fact it has no padding whatsoever. And, obviously, the clasp broke. We ordered a new harness, a different brand, a Neotech Super Harness by express mail, so hopefully it'll come before the parade on Friday, otherwise I'll march the sutured BG.

My mother blames this on Hurricane Katrina. I know better than to ask.