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Streets of Fandom; Thursday [ 06/04 ].

The lunch that Daisy and DiNozzo had planned yesterday had ~~oh so handwavily~~ not actually come to fruition. Daisy would have much preferred to have walked, if anything figuring that the stroll would do her good, but the novelty of the rickshaws had seemed stuck in DiNozzo's head a bit, and so they flagged on down and there was a lot of jostling and bumping which seemed to lead to a lot of touching and groping and they ended up walking. Right into MHA and into Daisy's apartment for the remainder of their lunch break.

So Daisy had broken one of her cardinal sins, sleeping with a coworker, which she'd only broken once before and that was entirely by accident, as she'd met the fellow outside of work first, only to discover a week later that they were in the same police training group. So she called first dibs on patrolling today, not wanting to stick around the station and be all awkward, and having a very intense drive to serve Justice to make up for the infraction. There wasn't a lot of crime in this town, no, but she was determined that if any of it was going on today, she was going to find it.

...She had to.

She got ready for a nice street beat with Ralph, glanced over, and found herself commenting, "You know, I never really noticed before how well that armour really showcases your bum..."

She wondered how she really hadn't noticed before. And she did have a bit of a thing for clo--

Daisy very firmly slapped herself in the face. She shook her head. She thought about a cold shower and Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. And before Ralph could make the comment she knew he was thinking about her bum, she said, "Right, then. Let's start dockside and head around from there..."

[[ mostly establishly, unless you dig the SP thing. I know I do ]]

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Max was out in town running errands. They were errands he was basically making up on the fly just to give himself something to do because if he let himself sit and think he knew his imagination was going to cause... problems.

He wasn't really watching where he was going, just striding down the street desperately trying to figure out something he needed to do.

Max might not have been watching where he was going, but Daisy sure was, passing him on her patrol and then pausing, because...damn.

And then shook her head, reminded herself that she was in uniform here, on her job, and the only reason she was saying hello was to be proper and polite. It wasn't like she could stay and chat (or...well, she wasn't thinking about chatting, exactly); she had double justice serving duty to take care of out of repentance.

"Hullo, Max." She'd meant to make it all formal and neutral as she nodded a greeting, but it came out all friendly and warm, with a light smile, overtaken by the part of her that was always glad to see him, because any time she saw him usually lead to...

...oh, bullocks.

Max looked up and over, a smile reflexively spreading across his face. Because he recognized that voice, and Daisy was not his student. Which meant...

"Hullo, yourself, Daisy." Wait... She was wearing a uniform. Which meant. Oh.

He blinked, smile faltering just a second, before he realized that he quite honestly didn't care if she were a cop. Or technically working now. He had... other things on his mind.

The warmth spreading across Daisy's cheeks right now was far more complex than any blush had a right to be, really. Firstly, because she wasn't exactly one to fall into blushing easily. Secondly, because she'd caught the moment when Max noticed the uniform and wondering if it was more of a bloody hell moment or a moment more along the lines of Loki's opinion of her uniform being, to use his words, fucking hot. Thirdly, because she deeply hoped it was the latter and fourthly because she shouldn't hope it was the later. Finally, fifthly, because if it was going to be a bloody problem, she was thinking a pretty easy solution would be to just rip the bloody thing off.

Her stomach twisted a little, as she'd never disrespected a uniform so much in her life, and yet she was far too charged to really care as much as she should. She sucked in a breath, resolving very firmly to stick to the job.

"Nice day, innit?" she asked, hands tucked behind her to keep herself proper and not thinking about all the nice little things her fingers could be doing right now. "Haven't seen any laws being broken, by chance, have you?"

A bit...direct of a crime-fighting tactic, perhaps, but with what she was thinking right now, she felt the need to reinstate Justice pronto.

Max was... looking at her. Three main thoughts were running through his head. First, that blush made Daisy look especially... appetizing. Probably because he'd never seen her look quite like that before. Second, she did make that uniform look good. Really good. And third, he really, really wanted to help her get out of it. Right then and there. Which was probably a bad idea.

"Nothing that I've seen." He should have left it at that, but he couldn't help a quick grin and an additional "Yet."

"Yet?" asked Daisy, arching an eyebrow, though that was more for herself. Or for the little thrill that ran through her from toes to nose that there might actually be a crime to stop. Not that she should be hopeful that Max might commit one, of course, but she felt that it might actually have been genuinely wanting to serve justice that inspired it and not simply that arresting Max might have involved a little rough and tumble and being close to him. Because what was she going to do? Cuff him? They already established in Fight Club that metal cuffs would be useless against him, if she understood it right.

So she made a note to herself to get on that whole rubber cuffs thing straight away when she got back to the office, swelling a little with pride over the pure, work-related thought that would also give her something to do other than be awkward around DiNozzo.

"Well," Max said as he very pointedly looked her up and down, "I'm only thinking about it at the moment."

He grinned a grin that might well be described as 'wicked'. "But I'm pretty sure that there are some sort of public propriety laws in town." Then, in case that was too subtle: "And I'm thinking about doing something that would... violate those."

"And what would that be?" Daisy asked, although she doubted she really had to and wondered if she could honestly call persecuting that Justice, considering just yesterday, two of the town's law enforcement agents were engaged in such acts against public propriety in a rickshaw...

His grin broadens. "I'm pretty sure that just announcing those plans would be such a violation." He stepped closer, looking down at her, "But if you really want to know..."

Daisy Day, do not even think about saying it, don't you dare, an officer of the law does not FLIRT when confronted with even joking about law breaking, stop even thinking it at all before you...

The warnings of her common sense were duly ignored.

"I have to know," she said, looking up at Max with a faint smirk. "It's my job."

Damn it.

Leaning in so that his lips were right by Daisy's ear, Max tossed Ralph a quick wink. Then he dropped his voice to a throaty whisper. "I figured I'd start with obstructing an officer of the law performance of her duty. Then some public lewdness, probably me pushing you up against the wall. After that I was thinking some public nudity followed by more public lewdness involving... well... a lot of things."

He leaned in closer, "Do you require more details, ma'am?"

Ralph was facepalming. Helmet palming. Whatever and wondering if he should go patrol right around...that corner over there.

"Pushing me against a wall," Daisy noted, "could also be used as a charge for attacking an officer on duty...Max."

It would also be kind of hot. She paused, because she realized that she didn't actually think she knew him by anything more formal than just...Max.

"Why so it might," he agreed huskily. "I'm sure that an upstanding officer of the law would be forced to... do something about that," he paused and grinned before adding, "Daisy."

Which... would probably be pretty hot in turn. He already knew Daisy was wickedly (in many senses of the word) imaginative, after all.

Max stepped in closer. Before he'd been encroaching on her personal space, and now? He was aiming for something a lot closer to 'full-scale invasion'.

"Detective Constable Day, actually," said Daisy, lifting both her chin and her brow as Max came very close; one nice thing about this particular meeting was that the uniform almost required her (in a sense, she could easily argue it) not to stand down, "if you don't mind. I am on duty and in uniform, Max."

The word 'duty' actually meant something to Max. Which wasn't enough to get him to back off, but it was enough to get him to drop his intensity an imperceptible notch or two. Which is why his tone stayed flirty and teasing, but stopped being quite so demanding.

"My apologies, Detective Constable Day," he flashed another grin. "And I don't mind at all. In fact, I was thinking we could probably do something about that whole 'being in uniform' problem."

Daisy....was hoping he would say something like that. She bit her lip a moment, looking up at Max and knowing right then that it was hopeless. "I am probably overdue for a lunch break," she said.

Not that Justice actually took lunch breaks, but it could probably wait for half an hour, all the same.

Max reached out a hand to gently grip her chin so that he could rub his thumb across those lips.

"Then, Detective Constable, would you care to join me...?" In this nice, quiet alley? For lunch, of course!

Daisy's lips parted a little as Max brushed his thumb over the; they pursed, kissing the end of it while keeping her eyes firmly locked up toward his. Her own hands were softly brushing up Max's chest. "Well, what are we waiting for? Ralph, stand ground." Or something. Poor Ralph. "I'm going to interrogate the suspect in private."

She'd hate herself for that one later, but, right now, she was too busy taking a hold of Max's shirt to pull him into the nearest alley. As well as wee tiny Daisy could pull bug, muscly, strong, muscly, big, muscly Max, anyway. She figured he would give her some help with that.

Max was clearly not all that good at this hardboiled criminal thing. He utterly failed to resist arrest.

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