Re: Weston P.D.
Katy looked back at the baby, a half smile forming on her face. Noting how the baby seemed alert to her, Katy tugged a little at the tiny one's consciousness, displaying the comfortable and easy emotions one could express as she uttered a word with a smile telepathically:
Friend.
Katy then turned her eyes up to Don. Her trenchcoat was off, and she was dressed in nothing more than a black tanktop, and cargo pants. That being so, it was relatively easy to notice that the shoulder rig that held her gun was still on, and the gun was in place. However, the restraining snap was off, which no cop ever leaves opened unintentionally. Katy was suspicious.
"Don," she said, her voice friendly and her emotions not of the negative brand, "Could you please explain to me what happened? I was contacted as Captain Jordan was in the hospital for this undercover job, and have had little time to catch up on the news."
"Could you explain to me what happened, how all of a sudden Jordan hated you for the slightest of moments, and what has happened since?"
Her voice never altered, but stayed its warm tone, as one would speak to a dear friend.