[A single gunshot had rung out through the empty, darkened Las Vegas park. Greg only vaguely remembered screaming out Morgan's name before turning and bolting in the direction he had heard it come from, two cops following closely behind.
After that though... he couldn't remember much. It had been like stepping through a doorway that hadn't been there before - one minute pounding the damp dirt trying to find where his friend and coworker was, the next in some strange land with a self-proclaimed Queen gibbering at him over a device that looked like a cell phone, but didn't work quite like the ones he was used to.
It was more than a little upsetting (and irritating, the way she was being so damn cheerful), especially since he was left worrying about Morgan. Who had fired? There had only been one... but one could mean so many things, and a mind trained to puzzle over every possibility in a crime scene was also really damn good at imagining every worst case scenario possible. In very gory, vivid detail at that.
He scowled at the phone silently. He needed to find a way back, to make sure Morgan was okay, but the woman talking had made it pretty damn clear that wasn't going to be an option. At least not currently.
But what the hell else was he supposed to do?
A sigh made the scowl turn in to something closer to an uncomfortable frown, and he tucked it away in his pocket and started walking. He didn't know where he was going, but it wasn't like he was going to accomplish anything by just standing around.]
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After that though... he couldn't remember much. It had been like stepping through a doorway that hadn't been there before - one minute pounding the damp dirt trying to find where his friend and coworker was, the next in some strange land with a self-proclaimed Queen gibbering at him over a device that looked like a cell phone, but didn't work quite like the ones he was used to.
It was more than a little upsetting (and irritating, the way she was being so damn cheerful), especially since he was left worrying about Morgan. Who had fired? There had only been one... but one could mean so many things, and a mind trained to puzzle over every possibility in a crime scene was also really damn good at imagining every worst case scenario possible. In very gory, vivid detail at that.
He scowled at the phone silently. He needed to find a way back, to make sure Morgan was okay, but the woman talking had made it pretty damn clear that wasn't going to be an option. At least not currently.
But what the hell else was he supposed to do?
A sigh made the scowl turn in to something closer to an uncomfortable frown, and he tucked it away in his pocket and started walking. He didn't know where he was going, but it wasn't like he was going to accomplish anything by just standing around.]