"Come on you, let's be workout buddies."

"No"

"Come on."

"No."

"Come on."

"Big John, which part of Get the Fuck away from me, I don't want to be workout buddies do you NOT get?"

"Come on."

Faith just gaped at the food critic cum workout guru while he munched on his carrot sticks.  Would it be wrong if she took one of those carrot sticks and jabbed him in his beady little eyes with it? Probably. Cops didn't like it when you assaulted people with pointy vegetables, so Faith just smiled at the man. It wasn't more than a simple barring of teeth with the promise of a bite, but it was all she was capable of at the moment.  Seriously it was like he LIVED to annoy her. With her things clumped together into a pile and with her head held high dragged herself to an empty desk one row over.  Not to be left behind, Big John followed.

"Danovan --"

"--Faith."

"Come on."

"Hey Danovan, I got your photos!" Diggy was a god damned life saver and Faith was seriously contemplating asking the Vatican to bestow sainthood on the gawky teenager.  He just saved BJ from getting poked in the eye with a letter opener. Repeatedly.

The Officer Whatshisname, seemed to suffer from a serious eye condition called Cantseeshitidis. So the photos were less than desirable but a few of them did turn out well enough to see some details. Like a smudged circle drawn in something dark, police tape and numbered cards obscuring any other details. A black stain on the ground where Faith assumed the body had been bleeding, and another shot of the floor near the circle where large gashes sliced into the concrete floor as if from a swipe. Bingo, that one was going into print.

Faith was positively glowing as she sorted through the photos, picking out the ones she wanted and thrusting the rest of the pile into Diggy's hands. "Thank you Mr. Olsen, you're a life saver." Leaving BJ to choke on his carrot sticks, Faith positively ran to editing, leaving a confused looking intern behind.

"Olsen? My last name's Stanhope."

"Diggy Stanhope?"

"Actually it's Declan, just go by Diggy. But why'd she call me Olsen?"

"Like Jimmy Olsen"

"Huh?"

If it was possible, Big John actually appeared disgusted when he looked over at Diggy.

"Superman?"

"Superman's name was Jimmy Olsen?"

Someone actually gasped not too far away and Big John rolled his eyes.

"Never mind Diggy. Hey...Do you work out?"