- Jun 18, 2015
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Angelo looked tired as he sat outside internal affairs, his head in his hands as he tried to juggle a dozen different tasks at once. He'd handed the crime scene off to another sergeant, reporting back to headquarters to make his reports. The scene. What had happened with Broen. Most of all, what had happened with Nick. He was dirty, but he hadn't deserved to die, and watching him go down like that had been awful. He had to check on Jude. He'd already called the kids, letting them know what had happened so they could make their way to the hospital. He wanted to be there himself, but it wasn't happening--not with so much going on.
Jude was safe, and that was what mattered.
He'd already given most of his reports, and at that point was just waiting. He'd already been slapped with two weeks off (never mind that he'd responded to an active shooter situation, complete with hostages, but one of his own wards had been involved) and told to hang out, and all he could do was sit and wait for them to finally dismiss him so he could head to the hospital.
No wait. House first to get the kids, then home.
He was really, really tired.
Jude was safe, and that was what mattered.
He'd already given most of his reports, and at that point was just waiting. He'd already been slapped with two weeks off (never mind that he'd responded to an active shooter situation, complete with hostages, but one of his own wards had been involved) and told to hang out, and all he could do was sit and wait for them to finally dismiss him so he could head to the hospital.
No wait. House first to get the kids, then home.
He was really, really tired.