Triskele

It was just barely past 8 a.m. the next morning as Garret walked into the break room and looked up from reading his legal pad to sit his coffee cup down.

"Garret, I need a new computer," Bevan said, putting on some water for tea.

"Have you been sleeping?" he asked after glancing at her.

"A simple 'You look like shit" would have sufficed," she smiled. "Not much. Now, about that new computer."

"Not in the budget," he said as he poured coffee.

"I can pay for it," she offered. "But I'd need to update the software too."

"Just use Nigel's computer," he countered. "I'm sure he won't mind sharing."

"What about when we both need to use the same program at the same time?"

"Put in a request," he said, walking off.

~~~~

Bevan walked into Nigel and Bug's office, looking tired.

"Can you look up something for me?" she asked Nigel.

"Why is everyone always asking me that?" Nigel asked testily. "If it has to do with a computer it's 'Nigel, can you help me?'"

"Never mind," she said. "Then can I use your computer?"

"Why?"

"Because it's faster than mine," she said between her teeth.

"No," he said.

"Can I use your's Bug?" she asked.

"Sure thing," he said, moving.

She sat down and began typing, her fingers flying over the keyboard. She realized they were both looking over her shoulder, and she stopped.

"Dr. Townsend, for someone who is so fussy about people asking for computer help, you're awfully nosy," she said, beginning to type again.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What does it look like?"

"Tracing a tag."

"Tag and VIN," she said. "I'm supposed to be working on Mrs. Jefferson, but instead you're being an ass, so I'm tracing a car that was found in the bay with a body in the trunk for Woody."

Bug looked at Nigel and smiled, then stopped when Nigel gave him a sour look. Bug's computer suddenly locked up and she cursed.

"Bloody fucking hell," she hissed as the blue screen popped up. "Piece of shit."

"Give me the numbers," Nigel said a bit smugly, feeling satisfied.

"After you made such a big deal," Bevan said, looking at him, "I can do it myself, thank you."

She got up and left, and Bug sat back down to try to fix his computer.

~~~~

"Did you trace that car?" Jordan asked.

"Tried to. But Nigel threw a fit and when I tried it on Bug's computer, it locked up. So I'm waiting for it on my computer," Bevan said as she stared at her screen, a cup of tea in her hand. "I ought to just call Woody and tell him he'll have to trace it."

"He already did," Jordan said. "When you didn't call he did it himself."

"I guess he's angry then?" Bevan asked.

"Not really," she said. "I told him you probably got busy."

"Busy is an understatement. I asked Garret about a new computer and he told me to use Nigel's, and as I told you, Nigel was being an ass about it, so I decided to just use mine. So I had to put Mrs. Jefferson on hold. By the time I got to her she was beginning to smell. She had acute peritonitis, but was smothered," Bevan said, typing, "so, it could have been someone in the home since it was after visiting hours."

"Checked on that too," Jordan said. "It was her roommate."

"Am I that behind?" she asked.

"Not anymore," she said with a smile. "I've got to go, got a case."

"Thank you, Jordan," Bevan smiled, watching her leave.