The Park - Wednesday Afternoon

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The day seemed nice to Vic, so she dumped all her paperwork on Ralph's desk and announced that she was going on patrol. Which apparently involved getting a sandwich and throwing the occasional piece of bread crust to the ducks.

Hey. Those ducks looked really suspicious. Good thing a cop was around to keep them in line.

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Eliot had intended to hold office hours on Wednesdays, but it was far too nice out for him to bother being stuck indoors all day. Especially not when he had an exciteable puppy who needed exercising. So he and Val were out in the park instead, playing catch with a frisbee and resolutely not thinking about the last time Eliot had brought Val out to the park to play catch.

He spotted Vic and ambled his way over. "Hard at work as usual, I see."

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"Hey. Someone has to keep the ducks in line," Vic said peering over her sunglasses. "How's business Spencer? Keeping those students in line?"

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"Oh yeah. I'm totally known as the hardass teacher." Well. Probably more as the lazy teacher, this session. "Makin' sure they all wear bike helmets and life vests and such."

Val came trotting up to say hi. It was a process involving rather a lot of bouncing and tail wagging.

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"You sound more like a nerdy teacher," she said with a smirk as she peeled off a bit of her sandwich and offered it to Val. "Is this Parker, Hardison or some other transformation victim?"

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Val snatched up the bit of sandwich before Eliot could get started objecting. "That's my dog," he said instead. "She's got her own food, thanks."

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"Yes. And I'm sure it's from some artisan dog food vendor in the Pacific Northwest that smells like motor oil," she said in a cutesy voice as she attempted to pet Val and sneak her another bit of her sandwich.

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What was with everyone trying to feed his dog? "I make it myself," he said.

Because that was going to help.

"Her name's Val."

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"Of course you make it," she said rolling her eyes as she went to scratch behind Val's ears. "And I'm sure it's all organic beef, no fillers with a touch of hollandaise sauce."

She leaned over to look Val square in the eyes. "If you ever get tired of that gourmet shit you come to me and I'll give you pizza rolls."

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Val yipped happily and tried to lick Vic's chin.

"Then you'll get to clean it up when she pukes that crap back up," Eliot said. "You ever get tired to tryin' to rile me up?"

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"Nope!" Vic said cheerfully as she played with Val's face a bit. "I like seeing you getting all bent out of shape. That doesn't make me a bad person does it?"

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"The worst," Eliot said, smiling back. ". . . Well, second worst. At least you don't poke me."

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Oh did you really want to reveal that, Eliot?

"That can be arranged, you know," she said smirking-oh-so-much. "I'm more than happy to raise my game level."

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Okay, Eliot seriously had to make some reasonable friends.

"You're never going to out-annoy Parker."

Or at least learn to keep his mouth shut.

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"Or... we could team up," she said tilting her head in mock speculation.

Dread the idea, Eliot. Dread it.

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Oh . . . he did.

"That actually might freak out Hardison more than it does me."

Hardison was pretty easy to freak out, though.