What did those bastards do to you [Open]

A black nose pushed through the small opening between the driver's and passenger's seats. A black muzzle followed and then a tan head. Pointed ears drew forward, dark eyes glancing at the darkness beyond the glass. The dog drooped his ears slightly as a hand dropped on top of his head, fingers bending to rustle the tan fur. "You want up front, boy?" The Malinois did not need a command to know what he meant, and the dog swiftly slipped through the hole and onto the empty passenger's seat. Caesar sat down and made himself comfortable, turning his head to peer at the sheriff.

A smile was present on the man's lips, and he chuckled as his hand returned to the steering wheel. "Can't imagine how bland of a view you get from back there." The sheriff's cruiser had been fitted with the proper placements for carrying a canine officer as well as anyone in handcuffs they needed to transport. A thick white barrier cut off the back seat, leaving enough space on the passenger's side for a single car seat. The other side was wide enough for a dog to lay comfortably, the seat removed, and the barrier meant for protecting the officer from the arrested had a gaping hole between the seats. Well, he could close the gap if he wanted, but he liked having giving his partner a little extra roaming room.

Caesar turned his head, dark eyes watching the passing darkness intently. Vincent turned his attention back to the road, glad tonight had been quiet. It allowed for a little extra calm, though he knew that would never last. A small oof drew his eyes once more, and his foot was already easing the brake by the time a heavier bark escaped the dog. The barking continued as the cruiser slowed, and he finally caught sight of someone on the side of the road, leading over something else. He pulled off to the shoulder of the road, leaving the car on for the headlights. Naturally, he should have turned on the flashing blue and red lights, but this was a reserve. He would rather not upset the wildlife more than a barking dog probably was.

Opening the door, Vincent stepped out. Caesar turned away from the window, a slight jerk of his muscles showing he would have bolted over to the driver's side had he not remembered his training. In a soft voice, the sheriff called for the dog to heel, and the Malinois was quick to soar over the seats and out the door. At least he stopped barking

Leaving the door partially open, he pulled a flashlight that was hooked to his belt. Clicking it on, he held it up as he walked around the car, the dog sticking close behind him. His stomach dropped at the sight before him, but he pushed it aside as he stepped forward and crouched down beside Michael, angling the flashlight so he could get a better look at the tied up dog.

"You seem to find trouble wherever you go, huh, kid?" He turned over his shoulder, keeping the light positioned where it was just in case Michael needed the extra lighting. "Caesar, leash." The dog's ears perked before he doubled back and climbed into the car. Vincent returned his attention to the matter at hand. As much as he wanted to reach out and jump into helping, he had encountered too many injured animals during drug and fight raids to know that too many hands could spook an animal. So, instead, he lowered his free hand to the ground near the bound dog's snout, letting her sniff if she wanted and making sure he did not get in Michael's way while he worked. Unless his commentary was enough to get in his way. "She couldn't've been here for too long. Those ropes aren't deep enough, thank God." Such a relief was not enough to push aside the sick feeling he got just from looking over the visible extent of her injuries.