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He shares the elevator up with a tall woman with a grey ponytail. She moves like he feels, and he isn't supposed to be back at work yet. Some strange urge to have a sense of human connection makes him ask.
"You got hurt too?"
She looks him up and down; maybe it's the sling, or maybe she can tell his question was genuine, but she softens just a fraction. "Desk work from here out. Hence the transfer."
The bell dinged and they stepped out into the main area. "We could use more good people."
"Thanks. I think." The office she stops in front of used to be Alexei's, the deskplate reads 'Commissioner Emma Honeywell'. Flynn is an idiot.
"I'm sorry, sir. I mean- ma'am."
She raises her hand, and her smile makes the scar across her nose crinkle. "Call me sir and I think we'll be fine, Detective Scifo."