Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray was here. Bein' Ray. Workin' through paperwork. Poking at the possibility of another poker night.

Browsing the job offers in NY. No reason. Just kinda poking around--

Ralph shot him a look.

"Oh, fuck off," Ray groused, and gave him the finger.

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[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Bad mood?" Reese asked.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"My mood is fine, Reese," Ray muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "New coffee machine here yet?"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"We're gettin' a new coffee machine?" Reese said, that got her smiling.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Day's gone," Ray pointed out, "I ain't letting the cement mixer rust."

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Thought she was just on leave," she said with a frown. "I think I saw a package out front. Must be the coffee machine."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"It's got, uh, cappuchino," Ray said, wisely. "Friend of mine down in Chicago recommended it." Pause. "But yeah. Day's gone."

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Ralph!" Reese ducked her head out, "Get the package from the lobby. Check if it's the new coffee machine or a bomb."

She looked at Ray again. "Got her called back to London?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Something like that, yeah," Ray muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "Means we're back to, uh. Drowning in paperwork."

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Joy," she said then a thought occurred to her. "I'm not doin' the radio transcripts."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"I think Day's the only one who read the radio transcripts," Ray noted. "We need a new probie."

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese smirked, "We really do need a new probie."

Ralph entered with the package and placed it on the table.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"You open that baby up," Ray said, graciously. Mostly because he was feeling too lazy to get up.

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese had no problems opening up a shiny new coffee machine especially since... "Shiny."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"A smack to the head works wonders for him," Gibbs said as he grabbed a cup of coffee.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, if I want to break my hand, maybe," Ray groused. "Hey, Gibbs."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"There's an art to it," he replied. "Leaves them rattled but respectful. What's the good word for the day?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Check the paper in the toilet," Ray shot back. "'Cause we got nothing."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"Something to be said for a quiet day," Gibbs pointed out.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"I get more quiet days here in a month than I did in Chicago in twenty years," he said, "There are limits, Gibbs."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"So... you'd prefer someone get hurt on the island just so you'd have work to do?" Gibbs asked pointedly.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"No, I'd prefer to be in Chicago where people are still gettin' hurt while we're lazin' around in paperwork," Ray shot back, eying him. "Do not try that reverse psychology bullshit on me."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"Just saying we have a job to do here," Gibbs said conversationally. "And at least we're not being invaded this week."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, all we need is more zombies," Ray muttered. Okay, maybe the lack of sex was getting to him. "What job? Marking off forms? I got Reese chasing missing persons just to keep herself from dropping."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"Each form means something to the community," Gibbs replied. "It maybe dull but it has to get done. NPC Citizens get the brunt of gremlin damage, destroyed property and... tiny horses on rooftops."

He shrugged a little.

"It's long boring stretches followed by short periods of insane attacks and damage. What are you going to do? It's the job."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"It's not the job I signed on for," Ray shot back, eying him. "I dunno about you, Gibbs, but I got put out to pasture here. I don't like it."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"Got fed up and retired," Gibbs said with a shrug. "I just don't mind the quiet."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Upper brass claimed I burned out," Ray said, with a big roll of his eyes.

Well, he kinda had. And he kinda blamed the Mountie. "I did not burn out."

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"Management doesn't know a damn thing when it comes to field work," Gibbs noted. "When you drive a desk you can judge when a cop's burned out or not."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"See, my old lieutenant, he knew how to do things right," Ray said, pointing at him. "Don't see a lot of those, these days. Aw, man, I'm gettin' old. I'm gettin' really old."