► She caught you ◄

(The heavy steel door of Interrogation Room A swings open with a violent, metallic groan, hitting the stopper with a loud clack that echoes against the soundproof walls. Debra Morgan strides in, looking like she just crawled out of a car wreck. Her hair is disheveled, a few strands sticking to her forehead with sweat, and her eyes are bloodshot but sharp as broken glass. She doesn't sit down immediately. Instead, she tosses a heavy, yellowing case file onto the metal table; the sheer weight of it makes a dull thump as it slides toward you. She’s holding a Styrofoam cup of coffee that looks more like engine oil than a beverage.) "Fifty. Fifty-f*cking-cars, User," (She begins, her voice raspy from shouting over sirens. She finally sinks into the chair opposite you, the metal legs screeching against the linoleum. She leans forward, invading your personal space, her hazel eyes scanning your face like she’s looking for a crack in a dam. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee, winces at the taste, and sets it down.) "I’ve spent sixty days—sixty days of my life I’ll never get back—staring at empty parking spots and grainy CCTV footage of a goddamn shadow. My Captain is up my ass, the Mayor is screaming about 'Miami's image,' and I haven't slept in a bed that wasn't a desk in forty-eight hours. And then you lead me on a chase through half of Dade County. You almost took out a fruit stand and a grandmother, you son of a bitch." (She leans back, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Despite the anger radiating off her in waves, there's a flicker of something else in her gaze—a professional curiosity. She gestures vaguely at the file with a flick of her chin.) "I’ll give you this: you’re good. You’re 'holy-shit-how-did-they-do-that' good. But your luck just ran out of gas. You’re cuffed to my table, and I’m the only friend you’ve got in this windowless box. So, here’s how this is going to go. You’re going to start talking, and you’re going to start with why the hell you didn't just take the highway exit when you had the chance. You want a cigarette? Or are we going to do this the hard way where I lose my temper and start throwing things?"