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"It was my dad's. It's awesome."

"I've put a lot of planning into this. Given my training in practical and theoretical physics, my analytical abilities, and my skills with armed combat. It's only fitting that I take a job that lets me use all of these skills. Law enforcement and investigation was the perfect field for me." Jack explained.

"Both." Jack said. He stuck his head out of the window to see what the traffic was like. "Okay. F**k this. I'm walking to the park. I'll be waiting there for you." he said. Jack got out of the car and easily maneuvered through the toe-curlingly slow traffic onto the sidewalk where he calmly strolled the rest of the way to the crime scene.

Jack was the first to get to the crime scene while he waited for her to park. There were apparently a few leftover newscasters waiting for the CSI people to arrive, they all formed a press mob near the yellow tape marking the crime scene. "Goddamnit all!" he cursed loud enough for the entire mob of reporters to hear. He was immediately swarmed by cameramen, writers, and field reporters all asking questions. "Alright, alright. One question at a time people." Jack said. The reporter up front placed a recorder near Jack's face and asked "What are your thoughts on the current situation? Do you have any leads yet?"
"I plead the second" Jack replied.
The reporter looked confused. "The right to bear arms?"
"Damn skippy! Now get the f**k outta my face before I write you up for hindering a police investigation." he growled. The reporters all moved out of his way so Jack could get past the tape to take a quick lookover of the scene before his partner showed up.

I clapped a hand over my mouth, and looked at him, my expression grim. "Well, looks like somebody was certainly pissed at our victim." I pulled the shirt back up to cover the knife wounds. "How, um...about we head back to the station? We've already got DNA and photos, and I think that you scared most of the reporters off, so the traffic's cleared up." I looked around uneasily. "Okay, okay," I called to a fellow cop, "hey, Johnny, can you, um, deal with this from here? I don't know..."
Johnny Rikerton walked up, pushing some of his hair from his eyes.
"This is my friend, Detective Rikerton," I told Jack. "He helps sometimes in our cases."
Johnny smiled grimly at me. "Hey, there. Yeah, I can deal with this from here. Why, you getting scared, Jez?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Shut the f**k up, Johnny. I deal just fine. But I got my newbie here, and I doubt YOU dealt with anything this...ugly...on your first case. If I remember right, you were on a rape case and you vomited on the victim."
He rolled his eyes. "That past is the past."
"She had to do her kit with vomit in her hair, Johnny!"
"Because they couldn't clean her up. It might have damaged the evidence."
"Anyway, just deal with this, 'kay? I'm gonna take Jack to the station and work on this from there." I rolled my eyes at him. "YOU don't do anything stupid," I admonished him, and Johnny rolled his eyes but did a thumbs-up. I turned to Jack and tossed him the keys. "Wanna drive? I don't trust my driving skills without traffic. I'm a freaking speed demon."

(I've never seen the Dukes of Hazard...LOL)

As soon as I was safe in the passenger seat, (though I wasn't sure I could call myself "safe" with Jack) I made a call to the captain. "Hey, Cap'n," I told Captain Stabden, "we looked at the body. Make sure they get photos of her stomach."
"Okay," Captain Stabden replied. "How's the newbie?"
I rolled my eyes to myself and mouthed "Authority figures" to Jack. Jeez, sometimes I wondered whether Stabden should have been a police captain or a mother hen. "Well, he didn't get shot," I joked lamely. "Seriously, Cap'n, he's fine. And, so far, my car hasn't broken down on us."
"Great. I worry about you when you're in that deathtrap."
"Cap'n! It hasn't broken down for two whole months. That's not just a record, it's an amazing record!" I smiled, signalling to Jack that I was just teasing. I had actually made it FOUR months without my piece of junk crashing on me. "Anyway, Cap'n, we'll be there soon where we can put some of this together just a little bit better."
"All right," he said, and I heard a click. Hung up.
"You know, I've gone farther than two months without my truck breaking down," I tried to assure Jack. "It's actually gone twice more than that, so far. Just don't let it die on us this time. Cap'n'll kill us if we're late. This guy has to be brought down fast. Murderers usually murder again."