fandomtownies | Trooper Station; Monday [06/08 ].

Okay. She could do this. Last week was all sorts of odd and off, but ever since Saturday night, Daisy felt like she'd done a pretty good job of setting things back on track again. Meditation, some baking, a good spar, a nice evening with Ben. There was really no reason why shouldn't couldn't go into the station today, business as usual, and forget about that whole sleeping with the new guy thing. No reason to be awkward about it, right? Water under the bridge. Possibly even something to pretend never actually happened at all, really. They were professionals here.

Professionals who arrested horsies and shot harpies and helped students track down mutant alligators in sewer systems, but professionals all the same.

So, resolved, Daisy settled in to write up the transcripts for the weekend's radio broadcasts, and didn't get far before she wondered if she should create a separate file for them under 'Should Be Dismissed Entirely Because Half of Everyone's off the Rocker.'

Actually, Daisy was thinking that they needed a general file for Saturday's broadcasts from here on in, labeled 'Deadpool's Broadcasts: Most Likely Utterly Unreliable, but Good for a Giggle or Two.'

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"Detective Constable Day," Gibbs said briskly on his way to his desk. "Good morning."

"Agent Gibbs," Daisy nodded back. "Good morning."

Very proper and professional. Back in the game, she was. A bit easier to manage with Gibbs than it was DiNozzo, though.

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Gibbs grabbed a file off his desk and then headed to the coffee machine. "You do the transcribing of the news reports?"

Daisy nodded. "That's right. I code it up with an algorithm that can be used to bring up anyone on a certain name or place in case we need to refer to them to help with an investigation."

Not that they'd had any chance to exactly use that nice bit of technology yet, but it was there, and Daisy was even grateful for the opportunity just to mention it, really.

Gibbs's anti-technical mind tried to process all of that and pushed it aside making a mental note of that for later "Right," he said after a moment's pause, "How far back have you gone?"

"November of last year," said Daisy, "right when I started on. Why? Something up?"

Please, please, please, please, please....

"The transcript of this... kids weekend refers to this kind of thing happening before," Gibbs replied. "I just wanted to know how far this went back."

"Far as the transcripts go, you'll just get the recent one," said Daisy, tilting her a little at the...specificness of that, "but there's a few files in the back that'll cover the last ones just a bit. You've no idea how much paperwork we've got around here. If it's happened, it's back there. If you can find it. Might want to bring in some spelunking equipment. Ralph's got some, I think."

"Ralph?" Gibbs asked looking around "Who's Ralph?"

Daisy stared for a moment, because her brain could no longer process a situation where someone didn't know who Ralph was.

But, then again, she was pretty close to the guy, all things considered.

"He's one of the troopers," she explained. "Sort of the head one, I guess. He's the guy in armour that looks like all the other guys in armour."

She decided that adding that Ralph had the cutest bum out of all of them was probably not a distinguishing factor that would be helpful to Gibbs.

Gibbs turned and stared at the guys in all the armor.

"I just thought they were a bunch of nerds dressing up like that damn Galaxy Quest show."

The fact that Gibbs could even pick up a pop culture reference should probably be applauded.

"Nope, just the troopers," Daisy shrugged a little. "They're all clones, but you really get to know them individually when you work with them as much as I do."

"How do you tell them apart if they're all clones?" he asked.

"Just because they're clones doesn't mean they're not different," Daisy said, feeling she had claim to at least a little bit of authority on the topic because she was regularly sleeping with a clone. Not these ones. Different DNA.

And then she started listing off very minute details about this on or that one, a note about how so-and-so dyed his hair or about how such-and-such didn't like chocolate sprinkles and that one didn't like the rainbow ones. He always put sugar in his coffee, and he always drank it as black as night. He liked tea, which was probably why he always seemed a little more dignified than the others, and...

Daisy spent a lot of time here and subsequently with these guys, okay?

Gibbs listen to her for about thirty seconds before he tuned her out.

"I'm just going to address them all as 'Hey you!'" he replied.

Daisy opened her mouth as if to protest, but then sighed a little, because she knew when it was probably hopeless.

She was tempted to insist that if that were the case, then she would be "Hey you!' too, but she could already see Ralph rolling his eyes.

Figuratively speaking. She couldn't see him through the helmet.

"Yeah," she said, "that usually works, too."

"Thanks for the tip," Gibbs said picking up the file on the kids. "Any recommendation on any other weird stuff that happens around here on a regular basis?"

"Expect the unexpected?" Daisy offered, looking apologetic because she knew it wasn't very helpful at all. "There was a thing that happened a while back that could probably be described as a massive, sprawling case of mistaken identities, except that people actually changed their appearance as well as their personalities, and I hear that's happened more than once. And I've seen a lot of gender swapping in the files, though I've yet to experience that one. And turning into random animals. Again, that hasn't happened to me personally yet, either, although Biff was a bunny once."

She couldn't help grinning at that one. She'd offer to show Gibbs the pictures, but they were at work.

"A bunny."

Gibbs mulled that over for a bit. "Okay. I think I'll hold off on the animal transformations and just focus on the police reports where we just get invaded. Or something."

Trooper Station; Monday [06/08 ].

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