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Trooper Station: Wednesday

Dale is sitting behind his desk thinking a little bit about the events of the previous evening and the boy who is currently passed out in the jail cell.

But mostly he's thinking about the damn good cup of coffee he's having at the moment.

DAMN GOOD.

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Just in case someone wants to report a crime.

Not unless waking up another person was a crime.

Renee was in a mood.

"Cooper." He she nodded to him and went to sit at her desk.

"De-"

Dale paused for a moment as he looked up and...

"Detective?"

"I would have liked it better if you had this happen," She commented, frowning at the height of her chair.

Dale stifled a chuckle and tried to keep a straight face. "It looks like when we planned for a gender swap we overlooked one critical area."

"Shut. Up." Renee was trying very hard to keep from hitting someone.

"I apologize, Detective," Dale said with a straight face. "Coffee?"

She did not like this day at all so far.

"Coffee would be good."

Dale went over to the coffee station to being his elaborate procedure for making the perfect cup of coffee. "You know," he said as he measured out the precise amount of coffee grounds. "There's no reason why you can't take advantage of the opportunity you have at the moment."

"Opportunity?" Renee asked, leaning back in her now lowered seat. "My balance is screwed up and I have parts I'd rather not."

"It's just a suggestion," Dale replied as he started the coffee machine up and leaned against the counter. "Most people don't get the opportunity to wear someone else's body parts. Haven't you ever been curious?"

Curious, yes.

"This is a bit different..."

"True," Dale admitted. "But if you wake up tomorrow and you are you normal self, is there anything you''re going to regret not trying today?"

She had a feeling that Faith would have something to say about this, but that thought was easily ignored.

"Such as?"

Dale just smirked. "Ever written your name in the snow, Detective?"

That got Renee to crack a smile, covering her face for a moment. "It's not snowing, Agent Cooper."

"Maybe we can get some shaved ice from the ice cream parlor," Dale joked.

"I'm not helping you if you turn into a woman for this, you know."

Dale tried not to laugh. "Okay, okay," Dale said moving his hand as though trying to brush away the last statement. "Seriously... other than functions of a personal nature, have you considered some of the other options? Perhaps going to the gym and using the punching bag. Or looking for something that as a woman you always wondered why men always do that thing that has always puzzled you."

Dale poured Renee a cup of coffee.

"For instance? I would find out why some women spend so much time in the women's bathroom. If the roles were reversed, that is."

"I'm pretty sure I know why men do most things," Renee said dryly.

"Oh?" Dale said with a grin. "Try me."

Renee didn't respond, just very pointedly looked down at her new crotch.

Faith strolled into the station. Perfect chance to do some head-games with Dale. Besides, parole.

"'Scuse me, officer?" she said, trying to sound businesslike. "I need to report a crime."

She hoped he appreciated her t-shirt (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/Faith/a1047_thumb.jpg).

Dale looked up and nodded.

If he had any comment to make about the t-shirt he kept it to himself.

"Please take a seat, sir," Dale said motioning to a chair. "May I have your name and address please?"

"Yes. Yes, sir," said Faith, sighing and keeping her eyes down. "My name is Dirk Johnson, I just got into town so I'm over at the hotel, room 505. I ... are you sure this is safe? I'm kinda scared."

"That depends," Dale replied. "What are you scared of?"

"Retribution," Faith said. "The perp's a cop. In fact, it's someone ... in this station."

Keep the straight face. Keeeeeeeep it ...

Dale looked up and cocked an eyebrow at the young man.

"And who would that be?"

"I'm ... I'm afraid it's you." And Faith stood up quickly enough that her chair slid back a few feet. She peeled off the t-shirt in her best stripper moves and threw it to the ground, shaking and gyrating. This part would have worked better with music, but bringing in a tape recorder would have been wayyyyyyy too obvious. "Dale Cooper, you're under arrest for being too! Damn! Sexy!"

Dale let out a smile and a small grin. "Well, Mr. Lehane. I see you got me."

Faith dropped back into her seat and cracked up. "Isn't it crazy?" she laughed. "Fandom. Sorry, man, I had to give that a go."

"Just remember turnabout is fair play," Dale warned.

For the guy who seems obsessed with shrubs.

Jamie is passed out on the cot. And will continue to be so.

Occasionally someone might hear him mutter about smooth chested bartenders but that's about it.

I really have nothing clever to say here.

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