Just Call Me Your Drug Dealer

Bryce handed the cups over easily enough, tossing the baggy on the counter as well before he met Lisette's hug. Most people would question their co-worker relationships. How it was supposed to be professional, but in their line of work? There was a level of trust you had to have for everyone. They watched your back and you watched theirs. They were Family.

He gave her a squeeze, grinning down at her as she pulled away. "Other then your bright smile to make my day 1000 times better?" He asked. Oh yes, Bryce was a flirt, and there was no one he enjoyed flirting with more then Lisette. He reached over for his own coffee and took a sip from it. Arching a brow at her. 

"Do you have anything on what I brought you on my last visit yet?" He asked. He knew she was busy with everyone else, and these test took time, but here was hoping. He gave her a sheepish grin and batted those baby blues at her. Hope showing in his eyes that she'd have something for him. 

Bryce tried to keep the flash of disappointment off his face. He’d been hoping for something big, but beggars couldn’t be choosers now, could they? At least she had something.

“Hey, I’ll take it.” He told her, crossing his arms over his chest while he sipped his own coffee. Walking up behind her so he could rest his hip on the counter. Watching those long-ass claws, as that’s what they were, clack across the keyboard. Pulling up whatever information she had for him.

“Unfortunately, yeah,” He sighed as she told him about the possibility of corrupt officers. You didn’t want to think about it, but there was always that option. That lingering bit of doubt, that those closest with you were corrupt. Bryce however, like to think his people’s judgment meter was good, and there was nothing bad about those he considered his family in the force.

The mention of rape cases had him tensing, and sat his coffee down, leaning in closer for a better look. So the guy was a sick ole bastard eh? And Andre was going to have to deal with him. Undercover cops did not get nearly as much credit as they deserved, Bryce thought. It was bad enough Andre was sticking his neck out to get Bryce the evidence he needed, but damn.

“Either way, whatever he’s doing here it’s not good,” Bryce murmured. His blue eyes looking at the image of the man. “We got a name?” He asked her. Glancing down at Lisette. He clenched his jaw and gave a firm nod. “Our boy’s time just got shorter.” He sighed. Reaching up to rub his jaw. They couldn’t allow those drugs on the streets. Not if what Lisette said was true. “It’s gonna be a massacre if those get out and circulated.” He growled. Andre’s clock was going to start ticking to find out where the source was coming from, and Bryce suddenly hated being the one to tell him he had to try harder. But if those drugs got out to the public, it wasn’t going to be pretty for anyone. “Possible side effects of the drug?” He asked her. Some drugs, like steroids, gave people feelings of being superhuman or invincible. If they could figure out what the drugs did other than give you the time of your life, it would let them be better prepared for those under its influence.

Bryce stored away the name for future reference in his memory banks. Shifting his weight slightly as he stood behind Lisette, and watched her monitors do her bidding, before he took the papers she handed him. Glancing down at Suarez with a with a semi serious face.

A grimace soon appeared on it as she told him there were no guaranteed side effects. He raised his head to look at her as that dread at the situation only grew more. He’d been hoping for good news and here he was essentially getting told he was working against the clock to a time bomb. Way to jinks yourself Brycey.

Hearing what was in the drug just made him clench his jaw. “It’s a suicide pill essentially,” He sighed. Anyone who took it was at risk at ODing and if you lived? How fucked up were you then? He listened to her continue and a thought popped into his head he didn’t want to think about. Her request didn’t make him feel any better. “I’ll see what I can do.” He told her quietly. He set his drink on the counter as well as the papers and crossed his arms over his chest as he widened his stance. “Whatcha thinkin? You don’t think it’s some form of terrorist attack do you? “ He said quietly. Any humor from earlier was completely gone and Bryce fixed her a look that told her to be straight with him. If it was an act of terrorism, it certainly was one way to do it. And cover it. Let people take out themselves in their own drug induced high, but shit man…

This did not sound like the best way to go out.