A Mess All Around

I

Blurs of brick and people streak passed. Spring breeze chilled the air. Hair blowing in the breeze. Shit! All Emily could think of was different swears and curse wording while speeding to the crime scene she was supposed to be at. This is lovely. First crime scene that you are supposed to be at, and you are going to be stupid late because you were on the other side of town. Just fucking great.

Due to the later time of the day, Gotham was bustling. Gothamites lined the sidewalks adjacent to the streets. Accordingly, traffic was also crazy. Emily was lucky that it was not raining since she rode her motorcycle to the school that she was assisting at. Emily was also lucky that she had thought of bringing all her gear with her on the off chance that she was going to be called to a scene. That preparedness was ingrained in you since you were a small child, so that is not luck. That is a habit. Due to her knowledge of the city, Emily was able to cut through different alleyways to cut down on the trip to the crime scene in Crime Alley.

When everything was all said and done, it took about twenty minutes, but Emily was able to get there. There was a crowd building around the barricade. but not too large yet. So, you were not too late. Just a little late. Emily slowed down and alerted the crowd that she was coming through. She was grateful that they decided to be nice and move out of her way. As soon as she was outside the tape and barricades, Emily parked her bike. After quickly setting up her bike, Emily grabbed the gear that she had with her.

Once she was ready, Emily walked up to the barricade. However, just as she was about to get past it, a detective put his arm out in front of Emily and stopped her. Emily did not have a chance to look up before the detective spoke.

"Authorized personnel only." I know that voice. Emily looked up to see the owner of the arm and voice. She did not have to look too high to meet his eyes. Harvey Bullock. A large, crooked cop. Emily did not know why he was still on the force. Bile rose in Emily's throat just by looking at him. When the opposing forces locked eyes, he drew a large smirk across his face. It took every fiber of Emily's being not to roll her eyes at him and deck him. However, as time would go on, she knew that fiber would begin to dwindle.

"Bullock, you know that I am allowed to be here. I'm THE forensic scientist, remember? Or did you lose the rest of your brain cells on your way here?" Emily saw a flash of anger across his shit-colored eyes. A smirk curled on the left side of Emily's mouth. This seemed to anger Bullock more. He put his hand to his chin as if he was thinking. Emily ended up giving that eye roll as she put the hand not hanging on her bag on her hip. Said eyeroll proceeded to almost give her a headache. Ha. As if he had a brain to think with. He lifted his hand as if he had an idea. Oh, this cannot be good.

"Oh! Hold on. I think-" He slightly bent down at the waist to look directly at Emily with a grotesque smirk before continuing, "-I don't care. You can leave." Emily's eyes darkened with anger which led to her change in breath. Her hands clenched by her sides and her nostrils flared. Bullock's smirk grew larger. To avoid throwing punches at a crime scene, Emily drew in a deep breath. A moment passed before Emily decided to finally speak and dug a finger in his chest.

"Listen here, Bullock. If you do not move out of my way, I will personally castra-" Before Emily could continue, she heard someone call her name. Bullock and Emily turned to look over at the voice. It was Commissioner Gordon. The tension dropped from Emily's shoulders. Her hands mimicking them. A slight smirk formed on Emily's face. She decided to turn it to Bullock. Emily saw the smirk that was on Bullock's face drop into a blank expression. Gordon spoke again when Bullock did not move.

"Bullock, get out of her way so she can do her job." Bullock still hesitated. Gordon was not having it. "Bullock!" Bullock let out a harsh breath before raised the caution tape to let Emily in. Emily continued to smirk as she started to walk toward the crime scene, while also purposely shoving his shoulder while walking past Bullock. It made him stumble for a moment, causing her to lightly chuckle. Insufferable pig. Emily sped walked to the location of the body. The bag of equipment was knocking against her hip due to movement.