fandomtownies | Trooper Station; Monday [10/29].

When Rosa and Arlo 2 (still in training, of course, and would be in training for a long time because that dog was dumb as rocks) got to the station that morning, they discovered her desk completely covered in cat toys and other cat things. Scratching posts, catnip mice, one of those little tube toys with the balls inside, a small box. And while Rosa'd been changed back long enough that the urge to try to sit in that box was just a fleeting thought, she had to roll her eyes toward the trooper with a very unimpressed, almost disappointed look at them.

"Really?" she asked. "Haven't you guys already done this one? Isn't this all the same crap from when Kincaid was a cat?"

It absolutely was, and Rosa clearly wasn't having it. "Joke's not funny the second time around, you lazy numbnuts."

She swept as much of the cat junk off her desk with one arm, pushing it all off the edge into the wastebasket on the side, then took out a matchbook, struck a match, and dropped it into the bin.

Was it really necessary? No. Of course not. But did it prove a point?

Eh....kind of?

It was lighting things on fire for the sake of informing the troopers that they were dumb. Rosa didn't need any more of an excuse than that.

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Meanwhile, Liam (who was, yes, still a cat himself) had wandered in to the station to... well, to check that Rosa hadn't burned the place down or anything while he'd been mostly indisposed.

He'd arrived just in time to witness her lighting the bin of cat toys on fire, which got an approving "mrrr!" from him. Because he agreed, that joke wasn't actually all that funny.

Hey, now. Any fires Rosa started were clearly very important, professionally contained, and well managed.

Rosa glanced toward the cat entering the station, made a swift and graceful swoop down to grab Arlo 2 by the nape of her neck because she honed in on a new friend almost immediately, and had far too easy of a time deciphering that "mrrr!"

"See?" she told the troopers, picking up the squirming Arlo 2, whining at the denied chance to go meet what she was sure would be her new best buddy in the whole wide world. "I told you it was stupid."

More stupid, she'd admit, than the first time they'd done it, solely because they had done it to her, but that was beside the point. Not that they were paying any attention to her; the week was still young, and there were plenty more cat toys on the island for later.

But for now Rosa was just eyeing that cat, as best she could now that Arlo 2's energies were apparently in trying to lick her face. "That you, boss?"

She didn't think she'd ever seen him the first time, and what with the week, and everything, she had a hunch.

Appearance-wise, he was long and leggy, noticeably larger than your average domestic breed. He gave an affirmative trill to Rosa’s question as he hopped up on her desk, because it was still his job to supervise, thank you very much.

Bold move, really, still coming in in his current state, a move Rosa wasn't sure if she was faintly impressed with or thought was just supremely dumb, but she was ultimately fine with it so long as he just didn't wind up changing back when she was doing her radio reports or the follow-up paperwork on the arrests last week.

One thing this place had over the Nine-Nine was the general lack of having to see her coworkers in various states of undress (some more than others, so much more than others, thanks a lot, Hitchcock), and she would kind of prefer to keep it that way.

"Really?" she asked, looking down at her cat-boss and held back the dog who realized the cat-boss was closer to playing with her now that he was on the desk. "That's where you're going to sit today?"

And this was why Rosa was a dog person.

Despite being a cat when not a person.

It was complicated.

Liam just gave her a Look. Yes, he absolutely was going to sit here. Just be glad he wasn’t sitting on your keyboard, Rosa.

Oh, that Look. Rosa knew that Look; she'd practically been wearing it all day Wednesday and most of Thursday. That Look was going to earn Kincaid a narrowed-eyed Look of Rosa's own, before she nodded slightly.

"Okay, then," she said, and set the dog down, immediately barking out an, "Arlo 2! Sit! Stay!" Which she did, obediently, though her whole body was wriggling where she sat with an eagerness to jump up on the desk with the new friend. Rosa gave her a warning look, before fishing out a treat from her pocket and tossing it down. "Good girl."

She then reached over to pick up her mug from her desk. "I'm getting some more coffee," she told Kincaid. "You need anything?"

It was...a rhetorical question, for most part, really.

It may have been mostly rhetorical, but Liam was going to take her up on it all the same. "Mrr?" a glance over to the counter where the coffee machine- and the electric kettle Liam had brought in for himself- sat, and then a headtilt at Rosa. The teabags were right there, surely it wouldn't be too much trouble to put one in some hot water for him?

He couldn't exactly prepare anything himself at the moment, after all.

Rosa followed Kincaid's gaze easy enough, snorting slightly. "Yeah," she said, "sure," and she headed over, giving Arlo 2 an order to follow, which she did happily, with a bright little bark to announce how good she was and how she can have more treats now, yes, yes? So good, even with a new friend! And, yes, she did get a treat once they reached the coffee, after Rosa filled the kettle and switched it on. She then poured herself her coffee and disappeared toward the evidence lock-up for a moment.

Returning a moment later with a nice, big, empty box.

Which she promptly set in the center of the room.

Just a nice, open box, just waiting to be sat in.

Then she went to sip her coffee, check on the kettle, and prepare the tea.

Which she promptly set on a different desk.

And then back for her coffee, another perhaps slightly smug sip, and then she returned to her own desk, calling the dog to follow her back on the way.

"Mrrr." The box didn't get so much as a cursory glance. And Rosa's deliberate placement of the tea mug got nothing more than a brief annoyed twitch of his tail before he leapt off her desk and on to the one with the tea.

If he just happened to knock a cup of pens off her desk as he jumped, well... it was clearly an accident.

Man, Rosa'd been pretty sure the whole box thing was going to be a pretty big draw, but clearly the priority was tea. Either way, it got the boss-cat off her desk, at least for a little while, because, really, she liked you well enough and all, Kincaid, but she liked people (...or animals) not being all up in her business even more.

It bought her some time, anyway, as she got settled behind the desk and got to work, and she figured by the time Kincaid was finished with the tea, Arlo 2 would be just dying to play with her new friend the second he jumped off that desk.

...after she got done sitting in the box, apparently. Well, if he wasn't going to take advantage of it, someone had to.

Trooper Station; Monday [10/29].

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