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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 6:15 pm
((If he doesn't show up tomorrow I'll have to take over....))
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 10:00 am
((Maybe I'll pm him....))
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:45 am
((PMed him and no responce *sigh*))
Greg: Warrick, we got a problem.
Warrick: What? We got some evidence contaminated?
Greg: No...
Warrick: There's a bomb in the lab
Greg: Not even close.
Warrick: Greg, spit it out already.
Greg: We found another miniature.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:24 am
Warrick: WHat?
Greg: We found another miniature.
Warrick: I heard you the first time, but man, I thought she was behind bars....
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 11:55 am
Greg: A deal was struck, and if it wasn't Sara would be dead.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 12:25 pm
Warrick: They got that past Ecklie?
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:08 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 4:13 pm
Warricks eyes bulged.
Warrick: DId they get it past the sheriff?
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:47 pm
Greg: Ur...not exactly...
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 3:47 pm
Warrick: The Mayor? A judge? SOme official??!?!
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:55 am
can i have Detectives please?
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 11:49 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 3:29 pm
Nar Uzuma can i have Detectives please? Yup, but Brass and SOfia are taken are the other are free to your command,
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 6:08 pm
It was dark when Crystal got home to her parent's house. The eighteen year old had been out partying with her friends and she was supposed to be back two hours ago. "Oh, I hope they're asleep..." she muttered as she slowly opened the door. All was dark and nothing could be heard from the upstairs. She gave a sigh of relief and began to climb upstairs.
About halfway up, she knew something was wrong. She couldnt hear her father's snoring. She walked into their room--and screamed. Her father was slumped against the far wall, obviously dead. Her mother was laying across the bed, also dead. She ran downstairs and called 911. "Hello? Hello? Help me, please, my mom, dad, dead, please, help!"
"Where do you live?"
"4223 DP Ct."
"I'm sending over a crew now."
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