Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Work. Ray could do work. Sheriff work. Yep.

Ray was sitting in his chair in his office, staring at the mountain of paperwork and trying not to show off the fact he had lead in his shoes. "Right," he muttered, and took a sheet.

Then put it down on his desk.

Went over it. Filled it in. Signed it, stamped it. Done.

Only eleventymillion left to go.

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[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Fun isn't it?" Reese said dryly, sipping her coffee.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, if you're an alien," Ray shot back. "Get me one of those coffees, willya?"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese stared at Ray. It was a 'Do you really think I'm going to get you a coffee' stare?

But she did leaned back and hollered, "Ralph, the sheriff wants coffee."

Then she looked at Ray again and drank her coffee.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray did not budge under that stare. What? "Yeah, thanks," he said, like that had been his plan all along. "How's things hanging, Reese?"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Well, my brain didn't leak out of my ears," she told him, "and I met an angel. That was fun."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Beat.

"Which one?"

Beat.

"I have been here too long. Which one?"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese made a face, "There's more than one. Greaaat. The angel said he was called Castiel and he got a dog that was formerly an FBI agent."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"A fed?" Ray shrugged. "Good riddance. Uh. Castiel's the newbie. Loki's the oldbie. Allegedly."

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Well," Reese began, almost reluctant because she has a grudge against the FBI. A really big grudge but... "that one wasn't actually that bad, former Chicago PD, he still looked like a cop unlike the probie."

Reese paused from drinking her coffee.

"I think I met Loki. He swears a lot for an angel."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Kind of a douchebag for an angel," Ray corrected her. "Damn, I do not want to get locked up in a part of heaven that's got guys like him running around."

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Douchebag angel," Reese repeated then shook her head, "Great. As if we don't have a lot of human ones already."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"If there is anything this job teaches you, Reese," Ray muttered, dropping the paperwork to rub his temple (as he spotted, to his satisfaction, Ralph rushing back towards them with a cup of coffee), "It's that you can be green and winged and still be a douchebag."

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Well, I never expected that to be literal," she countered. Reese stepped aside to let Ralph by.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ralph dumped the coffee on Ray's desk, glared at him (through the helmet) and stomped off.

"You forgot the chocolate!" Ray hollered after him, rolled his eyes, and sat back with the cup. "You make your way through all the files yet?"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

She lifted a hand and started ticking off, "Gender bender, animal transformation, aliens, invasions (dead, undead and/or aliens), freak weather, de-aging, vamp-freaking-ires, zombies, ghosts, and kids." Both eyebrows were raised now for confirmation, "Did I miss anything?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Creepy crawly invasions," Ray said, immediately. "Supernatural. Harpies, mutant alligators. Check, and check."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Surprise, surprise, Daisy was knocking a little on Kowalski's doorframe.

"Hullo, sir," she said, "just wanted to take a moment and apologize about Monday; not sure exactly what happened, and it's probably best left unexplained anyway, knowing this place, but I do have good news. Summer's over, I can get back to being on full for Mondays and Wednesdays again."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Forget about Monday, Day," Ray said, with the kind of wave that implied he didn't even know exactly what he was forgetting and he didn't care. "Good, that'll keep the place staffed, don't have to rely on noseboy sniffing around."

Pause. "Heh. Sniffing. Anyway, I'll be needing you running patrols those days."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy managed not to roll her eyes at the noseboy comment only because she was in uniform and it was a bit of a still ingrained (even after almost a year) habit to respond, "Sniffing, yes, very good, sir. And you know me, the beat's what I like best so no problems there. Can't by any chance still convince you about the roller skates, by chance, can I?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Day," Ray said, squinting at her. "I do not get the rollerskates. What the hell are they for?"

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"For skating," said Daisy. "That's why they're roller skates. Would make the patrol much more interesting, sir, and I can likely skate faster than I can run, you know."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"This is not professional cop behaviour," Ray had to point out.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Oh, but bloody calling a member of your staff 'noseboy' was?

"They've got cops on Segues now, Sheriff," Daisy countered stoutly. "Officially mandated, too."

Actually, she wasn't even sure if Kowalski would know what a Segue was.

"And there've always been mounted police, and cop cars, and if another step in the grand tradition of utilizing technology to better increase our efficiency isn't professional cop behavior, sir, I might need to go back and refresh myself on what is."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

No, Kowalski did not know what a Segue was, but he wasn't going to bother to ask.

And calling a Fed noseboy was totally within the limits of being a cop, yeah. "They're rollerskates," he pointed out, sensibly. "What are you gonna do if we get invaded in the middle of a patrol? Hobble your way past death lizards on wheels?"

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Or just glide by them quickly so they don't get me and I've a better chance to detain them, sir," Daisy suggested. "Skates can also be removed, too."

Novel idea, that.

"But I get it. No skates."

Yet.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"No skates," Ray agreed. "Thanks for bein' good, Day."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Just doing my job, sir," said Daisy, since following orders that made you either sigh, roll your eyes, and want to pout was all just par for the course, and, really, Daisy actually, truly couldn't help being good.