Scaramouche walked into the station, back from working outside, handling problems and issues, solving crimes. he walked into the criminal investigation room and stopped in surprise. Never in all his years did he expect to see a bloody looking girl, sitting on one of the chairs reserved for people brought in, looking traumatized as she waited. clearly, whatever she did, no one wanted to deal with her and the other officers wanted for Scaramouche to check her instead, being the big and bad chief he was.