Another day, another fifteen cases. This is the life - I get to help out people, arrest criminals, and wield a not-insignficant amount of power. Although I could actually use more power.
And there's a smoothie shop down the street! Perhaps I can send one of the junior detectives on a secret reconnisance mission to find me a strawberry banana smoothie. Mmm.

...

ALL RIGHT, WHO SAT IN MY CHAIR? Swear to God people! THIS IS NOT YOUR CHAIR.

Note to self: Find a way to boobie-trap chair to give electrical shocks to whichever non-pregnant persons have been sitting in my special chair.

Tazer under the cushion, maybe? Will have to try that out. I can probably convince Lassiter to be my test subject, if I told him about the compromising pictures I have of him and a certain teddy bear he may or may not keep in his locked desk drawer.

Which is also named 'Mr. Snoogle-bumbs'.

I love my job.