Trooper Station; Monday [11/19].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa...probably should not have come into work today. But not coming into work today meant admitting defeat. It meant admitting something that she'd always insist despite having plenty of evidence against it: Diazes. Didn't. Get. Sick.

But Diazes also didn't usually spend two nights sleeping in the woods in the middle of November as a seven year old hellbent on being an 'uncivilized savage,' either.

And after another bout of coughing all over the files Ralph just handed over in a way that inspired half the troopers to start betting on when a lung would show up, there started to be questions.

"What's going on, Diaz?"

"Are you sick? Do you have cholera? Is it typhod? Are you a vampire?"

Calvin gasped. "My horoscope said to wear a cowlneck today and I laughed!"

"I'm fine," Rosa insisted. "Diazes don't get sick."

Cue the sneeze.

"This is allergies."

"No," said Ralph, "that's what killed the dinosaurs. You need to go home."

"I am not going home," Rosa insisted, rasping it out like she was practically on death's doorstep already. Eventually, since it only seemed to be getting worse somehow, she agreed to take some cold medicine if they would just leave her the hell alone.

One problem: someone accidentally picked up the non-drowsy kind, Rosa straight up chugged that shit, and now Diaz was all over the place. And goofy as hell.

"Hey!" All over the place in her chair, which was making the most out of being a roller chair. "Hey, hey, hey, guess what! IthinkIgotaleadtoaskthatsquirrelaboutthatnutthefton Sphinx. Street--" She was interrupted by a phone ringing from...somewhere, and rolled right back the way she came from trying to locate it, shoving the files in her hand into Ralph's chest. "OH! Why doesn't someone answer that phone? Get it." She collided into a desk. "I'll get it."

And she got it, her voice dropping to her usual monotone. "Hello. No. There's no Michael here, you have the wrong number. Goodbye."

"I'm Michael," said one of the troopers, looking hurt, although, really, dude, she didn't remember any of your names still, even when she wasn't sick and hopped up on cold meds.

"That's a dumb name," Rosa informed him, clinging to her chair, her brow furrowed seriously, "but it's yours, and you should be proud of it, because you are the greatest detective I've ever know."

"No doy, Diaz," Michael preened. "No doy."

But she was done with this, and rolling back to the other side of the station. "Where. Is. My. Fiiiile?"

So this was going to be an interesting day at the Trooper Station...at least until perhaps Ralph pulled off his plan to just lock Diaz up in the evidence room for a while. But he'd have to catch her first!

[[ open! Parts cribbed from B99 S02E09, "The Roadtrip." I've been waiting to use this, but never expected Weetiny Weekend would be the lead in, and it's kinda the best]]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had woken up in Rosa's apartment and actually felt a bit bad about claiming it to herself. She had fed Arlo 2 and then hurried home to make sure Issa was ok, which she was. She was quite displeased with Seivarden though, as she had no right to just disappear like that.

Seivarden tried not to think about it but she did worry. After lunch she was almost admitting to herself that she worried. She considered going back to clean up Rosa's apartment, but even if she wanted to she had closed the door behind herself with no way to get in. Maybe Rosa wanted to know that Arlo 2 was ok? She probably did.

Which was why Seivarden stepped through the door sometime in the afternoon.

[died8yearsago]

Which was...more than enough time for the cold medicine to have gotten deep into Rosa's system, yes. Which was why Seivarden's entrance was marked by Rosa rolling across the station in her chair, shouting. "Yo, Ralph! Get the ladder! Hot Leaf Water's cat's stuck in a tree again!

"Probably." And then Rosa rolled by, putting out a leg so that her toe nudge Seivarden as she passed by. "Heyyyy, youuuu."

If she intended to stop right then, it clearly didn't work, as she just kept rolling right by until another desk stopped her.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had been worried when she arrived here, and Rosa's behaviour did nothing to lessen that.

"Are you ok?" she said, frowning, aware that it was a stupid question. "I came to tell you that I Arlo 2 is ok. I gave her food."

[died8yearsago]

"Fine!" Rosa answered. Loudly. In a pitch much higher than her usual speaking voice ever came close to. "I'm fine. I'm not sick. Diazes don't get sick."

She sure seemed to cough like she was sick, though. And it probably didn't help that she looked like she could have joined the band at Caritas and no one would really notice much difference.

"These butthead," she jerked her head toward the troopers, then spun a little in her chair so that she was looking at Seivarden backwards, with her head tilted back, "think I'm sick. But I'm not, but I took their dumb cold med-cine anyway."

She narrowed her eyes at her. "I should have 'em arrest you. You're an apartment stealer."

She was teasing, mostly. It was really hard to tell, though, if only because everything out of her right now probably sounded ridiculous.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden glanced at the troopers, then said: "I'm not. The apartment is yours. I can show you if you like."

And hopefully get Rosa to stay there.

[died8yearsago]

The troopers just sort of shrugged and held up their hands, clearly refusing any responsibly or claim over anything the detective did in her current state, while shaking their head at the trooper they all deemed responsible, who just ducked his head and rubbed the back of his helmet sheepishly.

None of them were exactly eager to do anything but just let her...ride it out.

Ride it out on that chair getting so much use today as Rosa pushed away out of Seivarden's reach as if expecting her to just take the chair and pull Rosa with her. Ralph had been trying that all day. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen!

"No, I know!" Rosa said as she slowly rolled back. "I was there." In the sliver of time between Seivarden leaving and Rosa getting back from the woods, which meant Arlo 2 got fed twice that morning, which she would definitely not be complaining about. "I don't need to go home, because Iiiiiii...." She pushed off the floor a little to send her rolling back more. "Aaaaam." Another push. "Fiiiiiiiiine."

And there was a wall.

This station needed to be way bigger.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Right," Seivarden said with a sigh. "Well, I hope you get through whatever this is without hurting yourself too badly."

There was a pause.

"If you're back to normal tomorrow drinks are on me. Your apartment is in a mess." Then there was a tiny smirk. "But only if I choose the drinks."

[died8yearsago]

"Noooooo tea~!" Rosa practically sang it out, with a dramatic twirl of her finger in the air, which then pointed at Seivarden and she grinned crookedly. "I'm not fallin' for that one again. Or shitty beer," she added after a moment, "or pumpkin spice anything. Ugch."

Her face was very animated and clear with her disgust over that idea, but she was pretty sure that would cover all the bases of 'potentially terrible things Seivarden could make her drink.'

"And get ready to pay up, too," she chirped. Yes. Chirped, and then laughed. "Because I will be there, because I'm fine and not sick and there's no reason why I wouldn't be." Again with the little twirl of her finger in the air. "So ppptttthhh."

...she was so charming when she was clearly not sick.

[1000yearstoolate]

This was pointless.

"Right," Seivarden said with a sigh, almost rolling her eyes. "See you tomorrow then."

Hopefully.

With that she spun around and headed out from the station.

[died8yearsago]

"She's so cranky," Rosa wrinkled her nose at Seivarden's retreating form, but only for a second, because then her head tilted as she just appreciated the view. Kind of got stuck there for a while well after Seivarden had left, shook her head, and rolled it toward one of the troopers. "She's always crank--"

She didn't get to finish that thought, though, suddenly darting off in another direction in her chair as Ralph approached from the side and she barked out a laugh. "Ha! Nice try, butthead. You can't catch me, now leavemealone! I gotworktodo!"