(Side story, 3rd person) The pregnant Nightingale's visit causes unforeseen problems for the careless cop in that video.

Detective Daniel Murphy clenched his fist in triumph. It was almost finished. As hectic a situation as this was, he was almost in the clear.

"Yeah, Dan," Captain Johnson said over the phone. "I can see here squeezing her way out through the front doors now. Just like you said she'd look; tall, leggy, pale skin, bright red hair down to her neck rounded off at the bottom, a tight sleeved leotard with separate bikini bottoms, and doin' her best impression of a balloon. A real fine piece of ass. You're a hell of a smooth operator. If I wasn't having to scramble to find a replacement, I'd buy you a round at Hartigan's."

"Hey, c'mon," the gruff-voiced, middle-aged police detective said, "you know I didn't mean to cause you or the **** any trouble like this, boss. Just an act of God, y'know? Anyway I've got both the original and the edited copy right here. You know I owe you a million for your contact on the 'LOP' giving me a heads up like this."

"Heh..." Captain Johnson replied. "Well, you know I'm never sad to see her come around. Don't know what I'd do without her. Anyway like I said, the young lady you were talking about just left the station and I can see her driving off right this moment. Looks like the coast is clear. I better get back to work, but the lawyer will be here waiting in your old office. Send me a Christmas card from Atlanta. And, just so we're clear, I should be looking for a little something extra in that card, right? Green is my favorite color, ya know."

"You got it, sir. You won't be disappointed." Detective Murphy said. As he hung up his phone, it chirped at him. Another message from his wife. She was getting really antsy, wondering why he wasn't at the airport yet. He knew she'd be giving him grief for a few days about making her wait on him at an airline terminal for 12 hours and counting, but video editing with this obsolete technology had turned out to be a lot harder than it looked. It was a good thing he'd been in A/V club back in high school three decades ago.

...

A few minutes later Dan was at the station. A lot of his old co-workers gave him smirks and odd glances but he ignored them, making his way straight to the office. When he arrived, he opened the manila envelope he was carrying and dumped it on the table, spilling out two old-fashioned video cassette tapes.

Sitting in the chair across from him was a slender Asian woman in glasses, wearing a suit jacket and pencil skirt, with her lustrous black hair done up in a neat bun. She regarded Dan humorlessly. "Mr. Daniel Murphy?" she held out her hand.

Reluctantly, the cop reached forward and gave her a handshake. 'Damn it,' he thought to himself. 'they really had to send a chick for this?' He was starting to get a bad feeling, but there was no going back now. "Uh yeah, nice to meet you. You must be the lawyer from the LOP."

"That's correct. Isabelle Wang. I understand you'd be nervous, considering the situation. But I intend to handle this as quickly and professionally as possible. I'm not an NCP, so you don't need to worry about me reading your mind or anything."

Clearing his throat, Dan pointed at the tapes. "Uh, right. So, you know the situation. Due to my status as a law enforcement officer involved in several sensitive investigations, it's in my interest to see that my identity isn't revealed in any kind of tape like this. You know, safety from targeting or retaliation by, um, supervillains."

"I really don't see that as being likely in this case," Isabelle narrowed her eyes a little, "but you went through the proper channels, which is why the League released the tape to the department. However, I'm quite concerned about your decision not to delegate the process of blurring out your face to a professional contractor..."

"Hey!" Detective (former detective, actually) Murphy held up a hand. "I can't have more people who could... I mean, who might be targeted by villains or blackmailers. I'm just trying to keep the public safe!"

The lawyer sighed softly through her nose. "Be that as it may, regrettably - and I do mean regrettably - I'm going to need to make sure that the media in question wasn't otherwise doctored and that you followed the guidelines before I allow the original copy of the tape to be destroyed."

"What the hell for?" Murphy's voice deepened, and he leaned forward, eyes bulging. "Aren't these goddamn tapes magic or something? Can't the freak who makes these just create another one, in that case?" Of course, he realized what a stupid question that was a millisecond after he finished speaking.

"That would rather defeat the purpose. Fortunately," the lawyer said, putting her briefcase on the desk, "I have a portable player right here." she popped it open, revealing that he lid contained a video screen, and then took the labeled tape from the desk and inserted it into a slot.

"Hey, wait a minute!" the newly minted ex-cop said. "That's the original! The blurred-out version is the one with no label."

"MISTER Murphy," Isabelle replied, lowering her horn-rimmed glasses an inch. "Please try and think for a moment. How am I supposed to see if there were any unauthorized edits without watching the original first?" she said in a very exasperated tone. "I am under more confidentiality agreements than you can even conceive of." she paused. "...and I realize that might not have been the best choice of words, under the circumstances. But the point is, if I told anyone what I'm about to see here today, losing my job and getting sued would be the least of my worries. Now please, can we get this over with?"

Dan slumped into the seat nearby and instinctively glanced over his shoulder, back at the hall, trying desperately to remember if he had any enemies in the department. "Yeah, go ahead. But keep the volume low, would you?"