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Trooper Station; Monday [04/09].

This was all just...weird, even for this place. But at least Rosa had two babysitters for her dog while she was at work, because she sure as hell wasn't bringing the kids with her. It didn't even make any sense; sure, she remembered thinking she was pregnant at one point when she was dating Marcus, but this Ray kid was claiming to pretty much be that kid. But he was younger than "Adrienne," who (and she had to admit, that really explained the hair) claimed Rosa'd gone through with her wedding to Pimento, and all that happened after her relationship with Marcus. So clearly they were nothing but impostors sent in by someone who knew way too much about Rosa's past but did a real shit job of trying to put it together.

What kind of weirdo would use kids to get in someone's head like that? And to what purpose? Rosa knew she'd made plenty of enemies over the years, but this was just messed up.

Good thing she was on desk duty today, because she was going to spend the whole time following some tracks and looking up missing kids by the description of her supposed offspring to try to figure out where they really came from. Even if it was another case of the island being weird like the radio and all the previous files on weekends like this were true, she wasn't actually going to believe it was happening to her.

She found a small spot on the desk for a certain little cactus that she was thisclose to just throwing in the trash but ultimately found that she couldn't (not for sentimental reasons, obviously, it was a nice plant and it was free so whatever, plants were nice), and then set to work.

[[open station is open!]]

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Seivarden had listened to the radio. She was just going to pretend she hadn't. She entered the station and looked around the room, succeeding reasonably well at not looking smug.

"Oh, god," said Rosa when she looked up, doing absolutely nothing to mask her distaste for what just walked into the station. "What do you want? You can't report a barista for messing up a drink, you know, that's not a crime."

If it was to come in and thank her and praise her for the lift on Wednesday, though, she'd gladly take that. Somehow, though, she doubted that was going to be the case.

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Seivarden would prefer to forget about Wednesday, actually. That lift had been enjoyable in a way she preferred not to think about.

"I just wanted to make sure your children found their way home safely. They seemed a little lost yesterday."

She smirked when she saw the cactus, trying not to look at it.

"I don't have kids," Rosa said, firmly and conclusively. "What I have are two strangers with impossible stories crashing in my living room until I figure out what to do with them. Why?" Rosa leaned forward, eyes intent, maybe a little accusing. She was in the middle of investigating the incident, after all, and then this jerk waltzed in. Could be coincidence. Could not be. She didn't become a great detective by leaving stones unturned. "Did you talk to them? What do you know about it?"

Seivarden shrugged. "The two of them showed up at the flower shop when I was working yesterday. They said that you're their mother, and since they weren't the only surprise children stopping by that day, I thought it was a Fandom thing."

Why had the island given Rosa two children that she didn't care about, and no child for Seivarden? Obviously she wasn't thinking that, but somewhere inside her was an uncomfortable feeling stemming from that thought.

"I'm glad to hear they found you though. They seemed upset." Seivarden offered her best false polite smile.

She would have made a better mother.

A lamppost would have made a better mother than Rosa, a fact that she made absolutely no qualms about.

"I don't blame 'em," she said with a shrug. "I'm upset to be stuck here, too. They're just kids, though, they don't deserve this."

What the hell was up with that smile, anyway? Fake as shit, and it reminded her of the smarmy ass smiles on the faces of sociopaths that swore up and down they'd never even seen that girl, much less murdered her.

Granted, Rosa saw that in most smiles, so...

Her chin quirked up. "Seemed your shop had quite a few kids stop by on Saturday," she noted.

Considering the radio had mentioned not only her name, but stealing and kidnapping around Covent Garden, it had been more than just a little noteworthy.

Seivarden snorted. "There were quite a few kids everywhere."

She wasn't going to say anything about Sparkle's kid trying to steal a flower.

"Yours just seemed lost. Well, at least the nice one did. She wanted a flower."

Temporary parenthood or no, there was still work to be done at the station today. So naturally Liam was there.

"That's new," he commented, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head in the general direction of that certain little cactus.

And since Verity had to work at the bar tonight, she'd sent their children along to work with him. Because it was that or expose them to Tiny and Verity wasn't about to do that to impressionable children.

"Dad! Dad! Is this like a real police station?" Tyrus asked, looking around with bright and excited eyes. "Are there any criminals in here? Can we meet them? Are there any muuuurderers?"

"Is there candy?" Hayley was of a more pragmatic bent. "Where's the candy?"

"It's like a real police station, sure," Liam commented drily. "No murderers, though, sadly." The closest you'd get there was probably Rosa.

He briefly considered siccing the kids on Calvin or Ralph by claiming they were the ones with the candy, but then thought better of it.

"Check the drawer on my desk," he said instead. After they'd shown up on Saturday, he'd done a little research, and if the pattern held true, the kids would be going back home tonight. So yeah, he was going to spoil them a little. He could deal with the sugar high, and possible-future-him could deal with the inevitable crash.

"Yessss!" Hayley crowed, running over to his desk and methodically pulling open every drawer she could find until the candy was claimed in the name of her. And Glimmerbug.

"Well, if there aren't any murderers, who do you keep locked up?" Tyrus asked. His sister has pretty much claimed everything in their dad's desk as hers, but that just left the rest of the station for him to prowl around. "Have you ever arrested anybody? Oh oh! Did you ever arrest Mom?"

"I've never arrested anyone here," Liam admitted. "There's really not a lot of crime." Hence the 'like' a real police station. "I've definitely never arrested your mother."

"You haven't?" Hayley asked, from where she was sorting through the candy. "Then how come Mommy likes your handcuffs so much?"

Is this how Augur and Lili had felt, during Liam's first week or so of life, before he'd figured out a little something called a brain-to-mouth filter?

Let's just say it was a good thing Liam hadn't actually taken a sip of the tea he'd set to steeping as soon as he'd arrived. Otherwise there may have been spit-taking.

"That's. Um. A grown up joke?" he tried.

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," Tyrus declared from where he was poking at a fingerprint kit.

"What?" Hayley demanded. "What? What?"

"When Dad says it like that, he means kissing."

...Sure, kid.

See, and that's why Rosa didn't usually keep personal touches at work. Because then people asked you about them.

Rosa looked up enough to make sure Liam was talking about what she thought he was and then shrugged. "Got it as a gift," she said. "Doesn't really match with my apartment."

"It's nice," Liam said honestly. "Guess we've got a theme going," he added, indicating the little succulent garden Verity had got him for Valentine's day. He'd been coworkers with Rosa long enough to know that talking about her personal life wasn't really a thing she did, so he didn't bother pressing her for more details like who the cactus had been a gift from.

"Huh." Rosa narrowed her eyes in the direction of Liam's plant, completely reconsidering the notion of redoing her living room with a southwestern flair. "Guess we do."

Theme was one of those words that would always cause a bit of a twitch when applied at work, yes.

"Maybe we should get Ralph a bonsai, completely the whole set..."

"Hi!" Normally, there were very strict rules about who they could and could not talk to, but this lady worked with Daddy and therefore was probably Safe. And even if she wasn't, Hayley had her butterfly knife in her pocket because nobody ever expected little kids to be armed. "Hi, I did my own hair today!"

That was obviously, Hayley.

Definitely obvious. And Rosa was not afraid to let her know, either.

"Yeah, I can tell," she said.

"Don't touch anything. It's all...highly sensitive material," no it wasn't, "and if you touch it, I'll...have to...put you in jail."

Probably not. Maybe. If she could get away with it.

And she really hope Liam caught every single moment of the glare he was getting over the kid's head, because seriously.

"You will?" Hayley asked. "Cool!"

She turned around to yell at Tyrus, "HA HA, I'M ABOUT TO GET ARRESTED AND YOU'RE NOT!"

Well, that backfired.

"Why would you want to go to jail?"

What kind of psychopathic kids were you raising, Kincaid? Although throwing the girl in jail would at least keep her contained. It wasn't a terrible idea, really.

"So then I can see how long it takes me to get out!" Hayley said, all excited. "Aunt Timiny can get outta a jail cell in eight minutes by herself! Less time if she's gotta 'ccomplice!"

She looked at the desk of paperwork and then back to Rosa, holding her hands out. "Do I gotta touch somethin' or do you just wanna arrest me?"

Rosa just sort of look at the kid for a moment. While she had to admire a kid who could pick locks, she sort of had, you know, an obligation to her job.

"I'm not throwing you a cell just so you can mess with the locks," she said. "You pick the locks, we gotta change 'em, 'cause they've been compromised. That just makes more work for me."

There was a slight pause.

"I can stuff you in a locker and you can try to get out of that," she offered.

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