Futuristic Diggin' Deeper

[Dagfinn]

He drank much quicker than Lavanda intended, though what else should she have expected from him? She herself drank very little, but not nothing. Now she felt just a bit buzzed, less stressed than when she walked in here while still somewhat level-headed. At least when compared to Nero. Lavanda had no real intentions when bringing Nero here, just to help him feel better mostly. Maybe to get to know him better?

Over the last ten minutes or so Lavanda slowly inched over so that the two were sitting directly next to one another. Once he thanked her for the drinks she reached for his arm opposite to her. One of her hands held his while the other traced the tattoos on his arm.
"Where did you get these?" The question more of an excuse to get closer to him, she practically sat on his lap at this point. Although she did like his tattoos, "I've thought about getting some myself, but I'm a bit... indecisive, I suppose is the word."

 

[The Mockingbird]

Nero was completely oblivious to her intentions. He didn't realize that she was coming onto him like he was easy prey for her. His guard was down without him even knowing that it was, at least towards Lavanda. She was his partner, she has been for weeks, too. The two got together well enough, so he just simply thought this was just her being friendly towards him.

"Oh... T-this? I g-got this from... " Trailing off, Nero tried to remember where he got them exactly. His scattered mine was having issues remembering things at this point. He began regretting having so much alcohol, but it was too late at that point. It was a few moments pause before he continued to speak, failing to answer her question. "What do y-you.... want?"

Of course he still remained unaware of her sudden interest in him. He was the most ignorant and unaware person when it came to relationships. That was the biggest negative about not being a people person. So, even when Lavanda was stroking his arm and nearly sitting on his lap, his drunken mind didn't take the hint. She chose the perfect time to mess with Nero, whether she meant to or not.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Hmmm," Unsure how to answer she merely shrugged, not that her response mattered much. She had the feeling he probably wouldn't remember much of this night anyway. After a moment she let go of his arm, grabbing her drink with one hand and letting her other rest comfortable on his lap.

"This might just be the alcohol speaking," she admitted, "but you're pretty cute," she took the final sip of her drink. The first and probably last one for the night.
"I beat you've quiet the heartbreaker," she added teasingly.

 

[The Mockingbird]

Nero laughed lightly, obviously unsure on how to react. His drunken mess of a mind was debating if this was just her being normal or her actually coming onto him. He glanced down for a moment at the hand that rested on his upper thigh. He was getting a bit nervous, obviously not sure what to make of the situation completely. Instead of thinking this was her way of coming onto him, he just assumed it was his intoxicated state that made him confuse the situation.

So, with that in mind, he took the compliment in stride before complimenting her right back. "Y-You know.... I tho-ught that... you're p-pretty cute... too...." As soon as that left his mouth, he began to question himself and his choice of words. D-Did I say... the right, uh, stuff? Does.... she think I-I'm...hitting on her? May-be...I shouldn't h-ave drank so much.... This w-wou-ld have been... so much easier. All he wanted to make sure was that Lavanda didn't end up hating him for the night. She was his partner and she had a decent level of his trust at this point. Of course, he always thought it was plutonic and strictly work related. He leaned back, putting his shoulder and part of his back against the wall at the end of the bar. He had a nervous smile and his cheeks were starting to become rosy from a combination of embarrassment and the alcohol.

 

[Dagfinn]

His blushing was cute and Lavanda couldn't help but laugh somewhat. He wasn't nearly cocky and forward as she'd assume him to be, given his pretty confident attitude at work. Maybe it was just the drinks? Didn't matter, there was a bit of charm to it. Her hand traced across his inner thigh, but before long she pulled away. The night should be coming to a close she thought.
"You are, far too drunk to drive," she teased, then offered "why don't I take you home?"

It wasn't the first time she'd been flirtatious with a 'partner' of sorts, Lavanda had always been good at compartmentalizing her life. A fling or two wouldn't change how she'd interact with a person later. Not like they shared any real chemistry at this point, she just thought he was handsome. It didn't even cross her mind that Nero might not be nearly as 'liberated' in that fashion. At this point she didn't realize how social awkward he actually was.

 

[The Mockingbird]

Nero slowly nodded, considering his own state. He knew that he was absolutely destroyed from all the alcohol that he had. She was right, he was in state to drive home, walk home, call a taxi, or anything like that. The man was a mess and was happy that at least Lavanda would help him get home. Slowly, he pushed himself off the wall and took a few moments to steady himself on his feat. He swayed back and forth, but slowly came to a standstill. The room was spinning as the alcohol continued to work it's way through his system, further impeding his speech, judgement, memory, and cognitive function. He was gonna absolutely hate himself in the morning.... whenever he got up.
____

The ride home was met with more flirting from Lavanda. She was keeping the confusion going in Nero's mind. His mind, both inexperienced to flirting and completely altered from the booze, just kept convincing himself that she was being really friendly. He appreciated it, being gleefully strung along like a mindless idiot. Once they got to his apartment, he fumbled his key around, missing the lock quite a few times before finally jamming it into the lock and opening it for the both of them. He didn't think that Lavanda had no business being in his apartment. He honestly just waltzed right in with her trailing him. He supported himself with the wall and other things as he slowly made his way to his stairs.

Climbing them up with the assistance of Lavanda, the two were now in his bed room. He sat down on his bed and let out a long sigh of relief. He was finally home where he could sleep this long day off. The hangover he was going to experience was going to be awful, but he didn't think about that. He gave Lavanda a satisfied smile, happy that she was there to help him. "Y-You know... T-Today wasn't s-so bad..." What he wasn't prepared for was what his partner was going to do next. His oblivious mind completely missed all the signs, convincing that she was just being friendly, not trying to hook up with him.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Not so bad... Maybe we could make it great?" Lavanda suggested to him, before he could respond he lightly pushed him down onto his pillows and leaned in real close. Kissing him right as he attempted to respond. At this point most men were more than aware of her intentions and they were the ones to escalate the situation, Nero was far to oblivious. She assumed that it was merely the alcohol acting and that if he were a bit more sober he'd be able to key into her intensions far sooner. Not that she minded much, she found the obviousness endearing. And being in complete control of the situation interesting. The single kiss lasted a good while before she pulled away, her hands now on his shoulders as she halfway stood on the ground and kneeled on his bed.
Maybe he would get a clue now?

 

[The Mockingbird]

Make it great? How was she going to make it great? Before the man had a chance to respond, Lavanda pushed him down. It wasn't much, but it confused the hell out of the man. What was she doing? At this point, his entire mind blacked out. It was all over for him. Very little memory after this point thanks to the ridiculous amount of alcohol he had before any of this occurred. As she pressed her lips to his rather passionately, it stopped him before any of the words came out of his mouth. He paused for a moment, just absolutely shocked by her actions. She does have something for me!?!

After hesitating for a few moments, he slowly began to kiss back. Although, he was completely unsure about how to do any of this, Nero figured that returning the kiss was at least appropriate to the situation. It lasted a lot longer than he had expected, his cheeks were absolutely red from the embarrassment and awkwardness in these types of situations. He was in uncharted water with someone who appeared to be an expert leading the way. As the woman slowly pulled away, he was pinned, her arm on each one of his shoulders. He was mesmerized, staring at her in that innocent shock face before he caught himself. He averted his eyes, the bashful look on his face said it all. He was well aware of what she wanted and he had zero experience in it at all. The man was her plaything for the night, free to do whatever she wanted.

 

[Dagfinn]

His response took Lavanda by surprise, he really was as innocent and inexperienced as his obliviousness suggested. Lavanda leaned in again, one of her hands running down his chest resting in his lap and she gave him another kiss, shorter this time. Teasing him she undid the first button of his pants, but that was as far as she'd take things, reluctantly she pulled away. Perhaps another day when he wasn't so 'piss your pants drunk'. At this point the idea of going any further with him felt a bit wrong. She couldn't possible be his first right? Somehow she didn't want to risk it.

"You should sleep," she suggested, but passing out would probably be the better term for it. He hung onto consciousness by a thread. Lavanda found herself somewhat shocked he hadn't already checked out for the night.

 

[The Mockingbird]

She kissed him again, his red face lit up with another moment of shock before closing his eye and embracing the kiss. As her hand traveled down his chest to his pants and unbuttoned it, his eyes shot open. As she pulled away, she stopped, not soon anything further. Lavanda had that devilish smile, more than happy with his reactions to this situation. She was intrigued, to say the least.

Once the woman suggested he should sleep, a confused look crossed his face. Sleep? What about this? What they were in the middle of doing? Did he do something wrong? Did he fuck up? That's what was going on in his mind. She'd stopped cause he did something wrong. The strange euphoria he was feeling suddenly turned into disappointment and panic.

His body suddenly felt heavy, however. It had enough finally. The alcohol was forcing it's hand, dragging his mind off into the sweet release of sleep. He was mumbling something, but his eye lids closed and he was out like a light. Now it was just Lavanda left with a choice, stay or leave.

 

[Dagfinn]

Just as Lavanda started slipping out of the room she noticed Nero still had his shoes on after some hesitation she decided to help the poor kid out. He'd wake up with a massive hangover regardless, but at least she could make his sleep a bit more restful. Now feeling a bit like a mother, killing her frisky mood, she undressed him to his boxers and shirt then covered him in his sheets. This was not at all how she'd hope the night would end. With that she slipped out of his room and made her way down the stairs.

Ordinarily she would head out to sleep at her own home, but she just wasn't feeling like driving at all. The rain relentless outside, it would be difficult to see... If she pushed through it she'd probably be able to make it home, but she succumbed to the idea of sleeping on his couch. In fact she found it surprisingly comfortable and drifted of quickly.

 

[The Mockingbird]

As he slept, his mind drifted into various dreams. They kept morphing into one after another. It was all due to the events of the night, but they weren't all bad. Some of them were pleasant, but that was probably due to his imagination and not actually what happened the night before. He slept peacefully, his body in a state of recovery from him completely trashing it with Lavanda egg him on. He didn't know how or why, but she somehow knew that he was a heavy drinker. It was suspicious, but it was probably just a coincidence and he wouldn't even think about it. He would have bigger problems to deal with once he finally awoke.
____
It was well into the morning before the man stirred. The curtains were partially drawn, but a thing ray of sun cascaded over his face and across most of his bed in a line. He moaned, the headache of the hangover immediately set in. It was honestly one of the worst ones he had in recent memory, but things have had gotten a lot worse the past few months. He let out a moan and rubbed his eyes, wishing he could just sleep for another day so the hangover would be well and gone. Something felt odd, though, his clothes were off. He began feeling his body, noticing that he was stripped down to his boxers. When did that happen. That was when he noticed another thing odd. His bathroom door was slight ajar and the light and fan were going. Some steam was coming out like someone was in the shower.

He tried to recall the events of last night, his brain proving to be difficult to work with. He struggled, but a few things came back to his mind. He remembered that Lavanda had offered drinks to him. Then they were talking about something, his mind was too fuzzy to remember what exactly. Then it cut forward to her helping him into his apartment and finally her mere inches away from his face on top of him. What the hell? D-Did we have sex?!? I-I can't remember anything p-past that! Fuck me.....

 

[Dagfinn]

As nice as taking the shower felt unfortunately Lavanda had to put yesterdays clothes back on. Ah well there are worse ways to start the morning, Nero would certainly be experiencing a nasty hangover. Speaking off, Lavanda found herself surprised stepping out of the bathroom and seeing him already wake. She figured he could've easily slept a few more hours. He sat on his bed with a face painted of confusion and just a little bit of terror even. Unsurprisingly he couldn't recall the night before. A mischievous grin came to Lavanda as she thought of something. In his speechless state she walked up to him and leaned in really close, for a moment it seemed as if she was going in for a kiss; however, instead she whispered to him.
"The best part about getting blackout drunk is trying to piece together what happened the night before," then she pulled away, giving him a wink before leaving the room. He would know eventually that nothing happened that night, but for now Lavanda liked to see him flustered and confused. It wasn't something she'd seen from him before and it was amusing. Nero was what, nearly thirty? Yet he acted like he was still a highschooler, completely foreign to the world of romance and sexuality. Lavanda couldn't help but milk his reactions.

 

[The Mockingbird]

Nero shook his head as he saw that Lavanda had excited his bathroom. That pretty much confirmed something happened between him. His stomach dropped and he panicked on the inside. How were things supposed to go back to normal between them? We're they lovers now? Was he just a one night stand for her? What the hell exactly happened between them last night?

Lavanda approached and got dangerously close once again. Instead of kissing him, she whispered about last night, knowing he couldn't remember. Mother fucker.... We did have sex! God dammit, I can't even remember it! His face turned bright red in a matter of seconds. A combination of embarrassment and anger arose in him. A billion questions poured into his already aching mind. He felt nauseous now. He wasn't ready for this. He got up from his bed and hurried into his bathroom. Running to the toilet, he puked before punching the side of the wall. He was so upset that he couldn't even remember most of the night before. He missed bus first time, which he assumed he was awful, too. It was all over between him and Lavanda. He was too embarrassed to show his face around her now that he was assuming the worse.

 

[Dagfinn]

Had Lavanda realized how stressed out she made Nero, she would've comforted him and told him nothing actually happened. By the time he got to the bathroom she'd already left his house, eager to get a start on the work day. Her mind almost instantly snapped away from the night before and onto her work. And soon enough she arrived at the apartment, pulling up all the photos they had from the day before.
As productive as they were at the crime scene, there was still plenty to do. In fact Lavanda was sure they might be able to catch the person who specifically killed the last victim, they were a lot sloppier than the rest and a lot more evidence was left behind. Today they might catch a break.

 

[The Mockingbird]

Nero puked once more, his body visibly trembling. He was physically weak from the violent reaction his body was having thanks to the hangover. His upset mood did help him, either. After about fifteen minutes of him sitting by the toilet, regretting the previous night, he let out an angry moan that result in him punching the wall once again. "How could you have been so dumb? You fucking idiot, you're not worth her time anymore...." He said aloud to himself, his head swaying back and forth. His mind flashed an image of his step mother and he took a deep breath. He had to help solve this crime, otherwise he was just a failure to his step mother.

This investigation went from something that was driving him to something he deeply regretted. His partner, who he had no idea was even interested in him, see him make a fool of himself and absolutely disappoint her in an intimate encounter. Finally, after feeling somewhat better, he stood up slowly and turned on the shower. He just wanted to sit in the hot water and sulk, but he still had an obligation and duty to this investigation. He just wouldn't be able to look at Lavanda in the same way now. He already knew, but it would just replay the bits and pieces of memories from the previous night when he saw her face. "Ughh.... Why'd you have to black out drunk? You know you could've done better...."
____

It was almost four hours before Nero finally showed up to the apartment. The look of regret and dread stained his face as he entered the apartment. His heart began to race, feeling really unconfident in face Lavanda. He already knew he couldn't look her in the eyes, not after last night. All of this was because he was so damn inexperience with relationships and being social in general. Even if this was a game for Lavanda, he was going to sweat with embarrassment from making himself look like a fool one way or another.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Glad to have you, you feeling better?" Lavanda didn't look up from her work, instead taking down some notes which she'd hardly done before. Most of the time she kept all her information in her head. It stemmed from a need to keep secrecy in her line of work, but as this investigation continued she realized that while there technically was secret keeping it wasn't on the same level. Plus there was something cathartic about typing, given the click of the keyboard. More than ones her mind zoned out as her fingers clicked away at the keys... After a few moments of silence, Nero not answering, Lavanda looked over at him.

He wouldn't look her in the eyes and the boy looked quite shaken... Oh boy, she didn't intend this to happen. She couldn't have anticipated just how socially inept the guy was and how uncomfortable she could easily make him. It had just been a little joke right? Now she kinda felt bad... Making him blush was cute, but this was pretty cruel.
"Uhm... Nero?" as if she didn't already have his intention, "you do know nothing happened last night, right?"
Sure they kissed and maybe that meant something to Nero, but in Lavanda's book that constituted as practically a nothing act. Although they certainly didn't do anything that he might be imagining at this point.

 

[The Mockingbird]

He kept his eyes averted from Lavanda, his heart nearly bursting out of his chest. Looking at the floor, he didn't respond to her first question. His cheeks began to glow red unintentionally. He felt like shit, he didn't want to say a word to her. He thought that any further words would only make himself look even more foolish. He shuffled past her rather quickly and plopped down on the couch. He rested his elbows on his knees before burying his face in his hands. He let out a long sigh of just utter disappointment in himself that he couldn't be more confident in himself.

As she noticed his behavior, she looked up from her notes and called out to him. She tried to reassure that nothing actually happened the night previous. It baffled the man, he was so lost at this point. Really? Nothing happened? That's hard to believe? Was she trying to humiliate him even more by seeing how gullible he was? Was he just jumping to conclusions? He was making a fool of himself by over reacting about last night, wasn't he? He just simply whispered to himself, "God dammit.... You fucking idiot..." Honestly, he just hated himself right now. He didn't know what was right and what was wrong, but either way, he was a fool. "Did nothing..... r-really happen?"

 

[Dagfinn]

Lavanda shrugged turning back to her notes, "you passed out pretty much as soon as you got home. You were pretty wasted."
There was no nefarious reason she neglected to mention their kissing, it just seemed inconsequential and she left it out of her answer to him. Could he really be that worked up over all of this? Lavanda was glad they didn't actually go through with anything, then she'd actually feel guilty about all this. There was a small part of her that felt bad about flustering him, but those emotions quickly passed. Once he knew the truth he'd probably just get over it right? That's what she assumed anyway.

Quickly she changed the subject, trying to focus on work. "The DNA results might be in, the hair on the victim could be a possible suspect," that was the hope anyway, it could just as easily be from a person they had normal interactions with the hours before their death... Lavanda wanted to hope for the best, but she still kept things reasonable. Although knowing who the victim was with the hours before his death could help point out the killer..

 

[The Mockingbird]

Of course it was the second option. He was making a fool of himself over something that should've been trivial to most people. He got frustrated at himself again, thinking how much of an idiot he was. The man sat there without saying a word, trying to gather himself. Nero honestly did detest Lavanda a bit for what she said earlier that day. She made it sound like they did have sex and he was too drunk to remember anything. Still, he doubted that she knew it would affect him on the level. He didn't think he'd be this shaken up about it either, to be fair.

As she began to talk about the case, obviously switching gears. He felt a bit better. She wasn't going to linger on this, hoping to leave it alone for the time being. There was tension in the air between them, but at least it was something workable. He finally gathered himself up enough to talk to her. If it was professional, he would manage. Anything else, he already knew it was going to be too much for him right now. He took another long deep breath, letting the air escape his lungs quickly. "L-Let's see if the lab.... has got the results for us..." Slowly removing himself off the couch, his cheeks were still slightly red and he couldn't look at Lavanda, but he could still contribute to the case.

Walking over to the hologram table, he pressed a button on the underside and it lit up once again. A few moments later, he pulled up a digital keyboard which he used to type in a few things before bringing up two separate pages of information. One was a graph showing two lines overlapping for the most part, signalling a DNA match to someone in the database. The second was what they could assume was an old mugshot of the suspect. It was a man going by the name of Wes Dexus. He rap sheet listed a few petty crimes, nothing too major. Just burglary, theft, drug possession. The normal underworld lowlife kind of stuff. "Huh.... B-Better than nothing, I-I guess...."

 

[Dagfinn]

"Good, now we have someone to talk to," Lavanda seemed pleased, not even paying mind to the stutters in his speech. They didn't go over her head completely, but she practically didn't hear them. Her mind already fully dedicated to the task at hand, and worrying about him wouldn't help her. After quickly finishing up a few notes she got up from where she sat. Stretching out her legs and arms.

"Should we try and find the fella now?" there was a few other things they could do first, but this apartment felt a bit stale and Lavanda wanted to get out and do something. Although Nero could still be feeling sick from the night before so maybe going out now wasn't at his speed. This man could defiantly get aggressive, in fact she expected it. Killer or not, being accused would make anyone angry.

 

[The Mockingbird]

Nero was glad that she seemed rather pleased by this break in the case. They finally had a possible face to put to the mysterious murderers. Of course this would only be a piece in the puzzle, but it helped that they finally made visible progress. His heart finally began to calm down as the tension eased between them for the time being. They were both now distracted, the subject of a few minutes ago quickly fading out of their minds for the time being.

"Let's get our stuff together..." Nero didn't want to two of them to suddenly show up to his guy's house unprepared. Who honestly even knows if this was the guy that actually did the murder. It could've been a coincidence that his DNA on his body. It happens pretty often, especially when the victim was in a public place before being murdered. So, with that, the two of them prepared, getting any little details the could about the man. It took them nearly an hour before they felt confident enough. They both grabbed a pistol and a holster, attaching it to their belts before heading out to the suspect's address. Hopefully they were home, otherwise this wouldn't be much of a lead anymore.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Perhaps I should do most of the talking," Lavanda suggested as the two of them neared the mans house, Nero driving. So far he didn't seem too much a people's person. Mostly she could recall when it turned out most of the exsoilders he spoke too ended up wanting to pick fights. Not a single person she talked to got that aggressive... No, Nero was better suited for physical fights and working with tech. People clearly was not his forte. Not that it mattered, it kinda balanced them out. Lavanda had yet to see him in a real fight, but having him around oddly made her feel a bit safer. He seemed strong in theory at least. Lavanda could put up a good fight if she needed, but she'd always been more of a guns girl. Unfortunately if this encounter went sour they were be a lot my up close with the man. Guns were helpful... But. Well Lavanda didn't dwell on it. No need to assume the worst. They could come and go with no confrination at all. That's the hope anyway.

 

[The Mockingbird]

The two of them exited the car and checked to make sure they had everything. They weren't sure on what to expect from this confrontation. They may get a lot of information or it could end up being a waste of their time, who knows. Either way, this was the only big possible lead they had and they were going to follow it until they hit a dead end. Nero took a deep breath, trying to prepare him for whatever happened. His heart raced; saying he was a bit excited was an understatement. They gave each other one glance before heading into the rundown apartment building to this guys apartment number.

Even though the apartment looked small and trashy, it was a lot bigger than it appeared. The two partners walked for a few minutes without saying a word, travelling up flights of stairs to the eighth floor and down a long hallway before finally appearing in front of the given address. "Ready?" Nero asked Lavanda, making sure she was prepared for this. Without waiting for a reply, the man knocked on the door a few times and waited. It took a couple minutes and another attempt at knocking before they heard the deadbolt slide out of place. The door opened a crack and a worn face of the man they saw the picture of appeared. "Huh? What the hell do you want?!?"

It was obvious that he was aggravated that they interrupted something, probably sleeping. The photo they had seemed to be from a few years ago, his face seemed to have aged and weathered a lot more than that, but most of his identifiable marks still remained to some degree. Wasting no time in introducing who they were, Nero pulled out his wallet and flashed the government enforcer badge. The look on the man's face didn't change much, but he knew that there was a specific reason why they had come here. "We're here on a investigation. My partner wants to ask you a few questions regarding a murder." Nero was good at this, for the most part. Getting his foot in the door was apart of being an enforcer. Closing the door for a few moments, the chain lock slid off the door before the suspect could fully open the door.

They got a better look at him, noticing the heavy bags under his eyes and the stains on his clothes. It was obvious that he was out late last night doing something. That was an important clue that the two of them picked up on. Still, it could've been a coincidence, given the circumstances of the murder. They weren't going to write it off completely, but had to take it into account. "Alright, alright... You said something about a murder?" The man said, sounding annoyed yet concerned at the same time. Maybe it was him trying to play off the guilt. Or maybe he really didn't do it. Luckily, Lavanda had the skills to drill him about it. She was much more of a people's person, so this would be her forte. Nero's mind bounced back to the previous night and he rolled his eyes, trying to shake it off. He couldn't afford to be distracted here, around this strange man for the time being.

 

[Dagfinn]

The moment Lavanda laid eyes on the man she knew he murdered their victim, he was just as sloppy as the crime sense and did the bare minimum to clean himself up of that. He wasn't dumb enough to still have visible blood but Lavanda could smell the faintest hints of bleach. Given the wreck of a house he lived in... Not to mention now amount of work could cover up his faint wounds from the fight. Technically they could be from any fight, though they seemed to corresponded nicely with the victims defensive wounds. Lavanda guessed that if they swabbed under his fingernails they'd find the victim's DNA.

"This won't take up your time," Lavanda assured. The questioning wouldn't but taking him in would, so it technically wasn't a lie. Not that she wasn't a good liar, she just tended to avoid it in these sorts of situations. Never underestimate anyone's abilities at anything.
"I'd just like to know if you know who this man is or if you remember seeing him yesterday," she pulled out a picture of the victim, it was postmortem but his face looked somewhat fine. It was the neck and below that began to seem a bit disturbed and the photo didn't show that.
The question was mostly useless, Lavanda could practically feel the rise in his heart rate. Mostly she just hoped he'd slip up and do something particularly stupid, it would be easier to justify taking him in that way. Of course regardless they could put him on hold for about a day, more than enough time to get a swab from his fingernails. Still, this could be easier...