Catching Roses

Chapter 9- Joanna William's POV

  I never knew I'd get in the FBI lab.
    Sadly, it isn't as facinating as you'd expect.  It almost looks like any normal office building.  The thing is the cubicles are spaced out and more people are walking around.  Other than that, it's like any other building.
  After turning into several hallways, we both arrived into a typical lab.  White equipment, and white everything.  Quite bland.
  Jess tossed the bags to a blonde male in a coat, who bounced them around before catching them from not being prepared.  He pushed his glasses up and sighed.  "Jess, you can't just toss stuff at me.  I could break it." He snarled, putting his gloves on after setting them down.  
  "Well, you caught them." She replied, sitting in a stool, then turning to more equipment.  Jess had then grabbed some of the bags from the spot he set them down, then rolled back to open them.
  "Mind taking a spot next to me and helping me with this?" She asked, taking the planners and callender out.
  "Su-"
    "Not you, Damien.  Joanna." She corrected, looking up.  "You need to run a DNA sample off the cigarrette bud."
  He got sligtly confused, but then saw me.  "Oh! You! Hello!" He smiled, going up to me, shaking my hand.  "I'm Damien Morono, nice meeting you!" He smiled.  I smiled back, then put my hands in my pocket.
  "Joanna, please." Jessica begged.
   "Did you just say 'please'?" Damien asked, turning to Jessica.
  "Yeah.  Isn't that what you're supposed to do when requesting something?"  She replied.
   "Oh dear God, she knows some social skills.  Now for her to use them more."
"Don't you have something to do?" She glared at him.
    "Yeah.  DNA sample.." he muttered, running off.
  "That was kinda mean, Jess." I muttered, grabbing some planners and opening them.
  "It was?  Seems like a proper way to get him to focus." She replied, scanning through them.
  I did also, sighing.  "No, it wasn't.  The proper way to end the conversation would have been to leave it right there."
  She sighed, then grabbed another planner, scanning through it.  
  After a while, she slammed the one she had down and turned to Damien right beford he opened the door.
  "Any luck?" She snarled a bit, seeming annoyed.  I grabbed another planner, looking through it.
  "Jess, you know we can't work that fast." He sighed, grabbing a file.  She sighed, rolling back and leaning on a counter.
  Wait.  Buisnuess card.
    "I have something." I smirked, pulling it out.  She snapped her head up, rolled to me, and grabbed it, smiling.
  Damien slid over and looked over her sholder, sighing.  "Damn, we get our equipment from there." He snarled a bit.
  "Too bad.  They're scamming peices of shits anyway." Jessica smirked, standing.
  "Wait- don't we need a warrant?" I asked.
    She blinked, turning on her heels, and gave me a blank stare.  "Why'd we need a warrant?  Isn't weird that thet ALL work for the same company?"  She objected.
  "Jess, she's right.  It isn't enough in the courts' eyes." Damien added.
  "So you're telling me we need more information, that we most likely don't have time to collect, then wait on getting a warrent while they dump bodies and grab more people?" She whined.  
  "Yes, you need to wait."
    "On the cigarette bud also?"
  "Yes, on the cigarette bud also."
    "Wait.  That'll be enough evidence!" She smiled, standing normally.
  "No, Jess.  We need to truly confirm it, not go on one of your unlikely chances." He scolded.
  "But I'll be bored waiting. " She pouted.
  "Jess, I'm not your parent.  I'm not your boss.  I can't do a thing." He scolded.
  "But-"
     "Jess.  No."
  She whined, standing.  "I have 0 cases, and nothing to do.  That never ends well."  She pouted.
  "Why don't you start a blog?" He reccomended.  
     Her face made a clear no, but an idea popped in my head.  Luckily, she'll be focused on other things.
  Time to get typing.