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It's all very *normal*, just the way Carmela likes it to be. Nothing out of place, nothing out of the ordinary, because the last thing she needs is for *Maria* to think *she's* the weird one.
Her eyes go back to the flowers, and she reaches a hand out for them. "I'll find... +
... Maria, when she's looking up from the paperwork or when she's passing by the desk on her way from one meeting to another. When she has time, she consults her notes and wonders, and tries not to think about Friday.
Soon enough, the week goes by and the day is here. +
Carmela's in the kitchen helping out when the doorbell rings. She excuses herself from her wife's side with a quick kiss before rushing over to answer it. When the door opens, Carmela's standing there, dressed in a simple button-up and long dark pants. "Maria. Welcome. +
They might be done with the crime scene (for the time being), but the work is only just beginning. Carmela spends her part of the day bouncing around various departments, talking to the chief and the beat cops and everyone in between. Only occasionally does she get to see... +
As far as Carmela was concerned, it was just that easy. Have Maria over for dinner, spend an hour or so in her company, and hopefully she'd be off-putting *enough* that the wife wouldn't want to repeat the experience, without making too much a fool of either of them in the... +
No family is bad for their police work, and it's bad for the soul too. Carmela's not sure if Maria has family (though she suspects), and look where that seems to have gotten her.
She scoffs a laugh at that, blowing smoke through the air; leave it to Maria to be blunt when... +
... day, and I've learned it's best to give her what she wants. Figure that once she's actually met you, she might finally stop asking." As far as Carmela was concerned, this was a professional courtesy more than an actual show of camaraderie; they were partners, they had to... +
Carmela takes it with a nod of thanks. Instead of waiting for Maria to be done with the lighter, though, she pulls hers out and lights her own cigarette. It's not even eleven in the morning yet, but they've earned the nicotine hit. "Hope so. Otherwise, doesn't seem like... +
... something else. She shifts restlessly next to Maria, but ultimately decides there's nothing to be done about it but to just say it, so she reaches up and takes the cigarette out of her mouth just long enough to speak. Smoke trails from the tip as she holds it in the air. +
"Morons are dangerous, though, and unpredictable. You find their trail quick, but they can still do a lot of damage before you actually catch up to them." The kind of person who was willing to kill someone like this, loudly, in a cramped apartment building, probably wouldn't... +
... stop hurting people for fear of being caught.
The elevator dings and Carmela gets on first, catching a ride to the ground floor to talk to the officers at the cordon. She regards her partner carefully as the doors shut. "I think you're right about this one though; they... +