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Uh-huh. I respect her more now that her name is no longer Summer. I can deal with Lindsey. Seriously, the name "Summer" just pissed me off.

Hmmm. What, do they think that Vegas can't interact with the other crime labs? Or can the Miami people just not keep away from NY? It's gotta be the accent.

I suppose I can't hope for "that freak from Miami" comments in canon, huh? Guess that'd be too much to ask for.

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Which would actually be a fairly decent way for the proposed death CBS has been rumoring.
Morbidly enough, my first thought is, "helluva way to christen the new office". Seriously. Hello, trauma splattered on the wall. Or the floor. (crime in a police station-- it's like crime in a church! sanctified space, and all. Sure, criminals go in and out, but no one... it's theirs. You know.)

Also, what's going on on the other thirty-four floors? I mean, if they're non-police-related, then the inhabitants of them probably aren't going to be too keen on the whole oh, mass murderers going by in the elevators! thing.
Dunno, I mean, maybe they do book them somewhere else, but that still doesn't make sense. I'd imagine that at the very least the other floors (if they don't overtake two or three themselves) are almost certainly municipally-related.

Heh. Maybe they stuck the crimelab in with the administrative brass. That'd be mean.

I mean, there's going to be hostility anyway, because she's an out of towner, and aside from Mac, all the Crime Lab's NY-born. Plus, she's not even from the NYPD, so who does she think she is, coming over here and thinking she knows New York just like the rest of them?
You know... as much as Mac *is* an out-of-towner (and it's painfully obvious that he is), and he's tried to formulate himself as being a New Yorker, he's... I think they know him well enough, or came to understand that he had reason behind it. It wasn't that he was denying something, exactly, but that he... whatever he had been wasn't him. It'd kind of like the lab decided he was a freak, just like the rest of them and the city, and adopted him. Except that sounds weird. I mean he's... the way he acts about Chicago it's like he's exile and orphan at the same time, but not orphaned from *parents*. Like orphaned from heritage-of-city. If that makes sense.

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crime in a police station-- it's like crime in a church! sanctified space, and all. Sure, criminals go in and out, but no one... it's theirs. You know.

And I'm suddenly reminded that one of the eps actually had Stella working a case in a church. But yeah, it's the same thing. It's sacred and it's safety. Bad things don't happen there. Sort of the eye of the storm.

Dunno, I mean, maybe they do book them somewhere else, but that still doesn't make sense. I'd imagine that at the very least the other floors (if they don't overtake two or three themselves) are almost certainly municipally-related.

But thirty-four floors (since I believe I read somewhere that the Crime Lab's on the thirty-fifth floor) and that's assuming the LoD's on the top floor, which it may or may not be. I mean, that's a lot of floors. *pause* Or not. Where I come from, we don't have skyscrapers.

Maybe they stuck the crimelab in with the administrative brass. That'd be mean.

Okay, that'd almost be reason in and of itself to let said mass murderers brought in for processing get lost. And then wait awhile before looking for them.

as much as Mac *is* an out-of-towner (and it's painfully obvious that he is), and he's tried to formulate himself as being a New Yorker, he's... I think they know him well enough, or came to understand that he had reason behind it. It wasn't that he was denying something, exactly, but that he... whatever he had been wasn't him. It'd kind of like the lab decided he was a freak, just like the rest of them and the city, and adopted him.

Right, and Mac's been in New York for what's a fairly long time. They're used to him. And there's the whole thing where New York's a city of immigrants, but *waves hand* The Crime Lab trusts him. He's (more or less) shown his loyalty for them and (probably) shed blood for them. They're his, and he's theirs. If that makes any sense.

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I mean, that's a lot of floors. *pause* Or not. Where I come from, we don't have skyscrapers.
Well, the tallest building in Boston is the John Hancock tower with 60 floors, and if I recall rightly the Prudential is a close second with 52 floors. The Empire State Building in NYC, by contrast, has 102 floors. Lots of big buildings.

Okay, that'd almost be reason in and of itself to let said mass murderers brought in for processing get lost. And then wait awhile before looking for them.
I don't think the brass would be too happy about having them around either. Sort of like forcing two cranky eight year olds to sit together on the bus-- "I don't wanna sit next to IAB! He pinches people!" "The crimelab has funny stains on his shirt!" "Do not!" "Do too!" and so forth.

They're his, and he's theirs. If that makes any sense.
Right, exactly. Even if he's an emotional cripple, and doesn't always notice the things he should, he's smart, and he's theirs. They all... kind of keep each other safe. Survival. They come from teeth, you know?

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Well, the tallest building in Boston is the John Hancock tower with 60 floors, and if I recall rightly the Prudential is a close second with 52 floors. The Empire State Building in NYC, by contrast, has 102 floors. Lots of big buildings.

...and my middle school had three floors, and that was a lot. On the other hand, Seattle has the Space Needle. Which may or may not technically be a building.

I don't think the brass would be too happy about having them around either. Sort of like forcing two cranky eight year olds to sit together on the bus-- "I don't wanna sit next to IAB! He pinches people!" "The crimelab has funny stains on his shirt!" "Do not!" "Do too!" and so forth.

*snicker* And do we really want to know what those funny stains are? ...no, not really.

Even if he's an emotional cripple, and doesn't always notice the things he should, he's smart, and he's theirs. They all... kind of keep each other safe. Survival. They come from teeth, you know?

Right. And they're pack. They stick together, no matter what. And even if Mac doesn't get the partners concept, everyone else does, which is good. And sort of bad at the same time. But mainly good.

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...and my middle school had three floors, and that was a lot. On the other hand, Seattle has the Space Needle. Which may or may not technically be a building.
Most modern schools are relatively short, in my experience. My elementary school was three with an attic, my middle school was three as well, and the first high school... was like five or six. Because it was smoking something, and was scary and prisonlike. The second high school was a basement and two floors and an attic, but it was on the grounds of a mental hospital. Most of the time I think of schools as three floors or so, of red brick and tall windows.

And do we really want to know what those funny stains are? ...no, not really.
The crimelab has cooties. *nod*.

And even if Mac doesn't get the partners concept, everyone else does, which is good. And sort of bad at the same time. But mainly good.
He does and doesn't. I think he *gets* it (he wouldn't have survived as a Marine if he didn't), but he... at this point, certainly, he seems to have trouble applying it. But I think it's because he's kinda scared, though no way in hell he's ever going to admit *that*. freak.

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Most modern schools are relatively short, in my experience. My elementary school was three with an attic, my middle school was three as well, and the first high school... was like five or six. Because it was smoking something, and was scary and prisonlike. The second high school was a basement and two floors and an attic, but it was on the grounds of a mental hospital. Most of the time I think of schools as three floors or so, of red brick and tall windows.

*grin* My elementary school was a two-room schoolhouse. Literally. Well, two classrooms, a gym/stage, and a multipurpose room. My middle school did the whole brick building thing, and my high school - well, the old high school that they tore down - was SoCal style, different buildings, single floors, falling apart (literally. there were garbage cans in the halls because the roof leaked). My other high school - the new one - is pretty. Oh so pretty. And it has two floors and is blue and has a big clock in the front that lights up with different colors. It makes our school look high, but hey, we have a gorgeous band room and that's all I care about.

The crimelab has cooties.

And the other departments don't want to play with it. But they don't want to play with IAB either, because IAB is a bully and beats them up, and ESU is like the jock that thinks it's such hot stuff.

He does and doesn't. I think he *gets* it (he wouldn't have survived as a Marine if he didn't), but he... at this point, certainly, he seems to have trouble applying it. But I think it's because he's kinda scared, though no way in hell he's ever going to admit *that*. freak.

*facepalm* Mac is a very very screwed up person. But it makes sense, because implying trust in someone else is allowing a weakness, an opening, and he's trying to be Mr. "I am an iron wall and nothing can get through me ever what are you doing with that blowtorch, anyway?"

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*grin* My elementary school was a two-room schoolhouse. Literally. Well, two classrooms, a gym/stage, and a multipurpose room.
I don't remember how many classrooms we had, specifically, especially since the building had been added on to twice, but there were around 400 students in grades K-5, and the gym. And the library.

My other high school - the new one - is pretty. Oh so pretty. And it has two floors and is blue and has a big clock in the front that lights up with different colors. It makes our school look high, but hey, we have a gorgeous band room and that's all I care about.
The middle school-- or my middle school, there's 3 others in town-- was like a baby brother to the North High School. And looking high is way, way better than looking like Newton North. NN is big, and cavernous, and dark, and... well, as I've said, it's prisonlike. Brick and cinderblock and echoes. And windows? Pfft. What're those?

Mac is a very very screwed up person. But it makes sense, because implying trust in someone else is allowing a weakness, an opening,
I have to sympathize with his combination of fear and ineptitude, I really do. The people he trusts and/or cares about *die*. His fellow soldiers. Claire. People die. He... he can't make himself not trust people, but he just doesn't quite know how to deal with it.

and he's trying to be Mr. "I am an iron wall and nothing can get through me ever what are you doing with that blowtorch, anyway?"
*snicker* He knows he can't deal. So he tries to negate the possibility of ever having to try.

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I don't remember how many classrooms we had, specifically, especially since the building had been added on to twice, but there were around 400 students in grades K-5, and the gym. And the library.

Heh. My school had forty-some students in grades K-6, and dates back to...uh, a long time ago. It's not in the Ellensburg school district, which explains a few things. Like the size (the three E-burg elementery schools are bigger. by, like, a lot).

I have to sympathize with his combination of fear and ineptitude, I really do. The people he trusts and/or cares about *die*. His fellow soldiers. Claire. People die. He... he can't make himself not trust people, but he just doesn't quite know how to deal with it.

*facepalm* Mac needs therapy so so much. And he's going to be so screwed when whoever it is dies next season. Yeah, that'll help his issues.