"Yeah, cut the crap kid." He pushes up off the sofa and deposits his empty carton in the garbage before approaching the lockers and opening the first one - no luck, and then the second - who keeps a lacrosse stick?
"There's a door in the evidence room that isn't supposed to be there," he speaks easily, not even bothering to look at Shawn when a pair of boxers hooked over the end of an umbrella fall out at him from behind the next door. "I went through it the other day... and..."
He yanks open the right door, smiling when he sees the bar on the other side; "This was there."
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Date: 2012-05-18 04:59 am (UTC)"Yeah, cut the crap kid." He pushes up off the sofa and deposits his empty carton in the garbage before approaching the lockers and opening the first one - no luck, and then the second - who keeps a lacrosse stick?
"There's a door in the evidence room that isn't supposed to be there," he speaks easily, not even bothering to look at Shawn when a pair of boxers hooked over the end of an umbrella fall out at him from behind the next door. "I went through it the other day... and..."
He yanks open the right door, smiling when he sees the bar on the other side; "This was there."