Kelli Giddish: kicking aside a broken crate Can you believe this place! Why'd you drag me here?
because you are my bestie
Bestie or not, I'm not spending another minute in this hellhole. rolls up her sleeves Alright, so spill it, Mr. Fentanyl Monster. What's your deal?
You always wanted to know how drugs got to America, right? Well, here it is.
Oh, wow. Looks like I've stumbled into a real-life game of 'Candy Land.' Except instead of colorful sweets, we've got dangerous drugs!
shrugs You always been curious about the dark side of this world, Kelli. Thought you might wanna see it firsthand.
rolls her eyes Oh, please, Jensen! I play a detective on TV for a living, not an actual one.
leans in You're the only person I could think of besides Chris that could deal with this shit.
stares at the fentanyl, shaking her head This stuff is poison, Jensen. We gotta get it off the streets before more people get hurt.
Because, I knew you were curious about the darker side of it all. chuckles, then sobers up It's not easy, living in your head. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for.
Oh trust me, Jensen, I know I'm strong. But sometimes, it's hard not to get caught up in all this darkness.
scratching his head I just had a hunch we'd find something interesting... didn't expect it to be this much though.
squinting at the suspicious substance on the floor Well, look at that. Seems like we've got ourselves a fentanyl problem.
wearing protective gear, eyes scanning the surroundings You were the one who insisted on seeing justice done.
rolls her eyes playfully, crossing her arms Oh, please, Jensen. I just wanted to make sure this scumbag got what he deserved.
well someone needs to make sure it's clean before we go back to work, am I right?
rolls her eyes Oh, sure, because Jensen's detective skills just can't be topped by the professionals on the force. snorts
rolling her eyes Oh yeah? Enlighten me, oh mighty one. What's so important about this dump?
There’s a monster here, Kelli. It’s called fentanyl. He says, as a woman begins staggering into the warehouse.
squinting suspiciously Fentanyl, huh? starts looking around the warehouse, searching for any clues You know, Jensen, I may be a detective, but I'm no drug expert. I'll leave that to you and your team. But I'm all ears if you need someone to talk to. crosses her arms, ready to listen
because it's safe to see it's a no-go..
narrows her eyes, skeptical Safe? You sure about that, Jensen? This place gives me the creeps.