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Diaz & Ass., Monday [11/09].

Rosa was catching up on a few things with radio and one of her squirrel infomrants, and couldn't help being vaguely amused by the news on what the good old FPD was up to.

"All that?" she scoffed, mostly to herself although technically it could have been to the squirrel, but she'd sort of forgotten he was even there still. "Just to find a missing mask? God, I'm glad I got out of there in time to avoid wasting my time with that kind of crap..."

Then she turned her attention back to her computer and her current active case, which involved tracking down a recipe for that one specific kind of muffin that one of her Baltimore contacts really loved that they apparently stopped making at the Perk, which was clearly a much better use of her time, skills, and energy.

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So over the weekend there had been a lot of drinking. And thinking. Drinking and thinking.

Honestly, Jessica did a lot of that. And somewhere in the haze of alcohol and thinking, Jessica made a decision which she actually remembered this morning. Remembering a conversation with McGarret last week, Jess headed over to a particular place of business to scope out the situation and see if might meet her goals.

First of all. There was the sign. Which Jess appreciated enough to smirk at before entering and taking a long look at the office before looking at the person working there.

Who honestly looked pretty badass for someone looking for a muffin recipe.

Jessica raised her chin as form of acknowledgement and greeting. "Hey."

A rare event such as the door opening and it not being lunctime was enough to draw Rosa's attention away from the computer to acknowledge that someone had actually come in. Someome who looked at least a little more interesting than an elusive muffin recipe, but interesting wasn't always good. She sized the other woman up a moment longer before her own chin quirked up in an unconscious mirror of Jessica's own.

"You need something?"

Jessica shrugged. "Yeah. New in town. Looking for a job," she said in her usual blunt manner. "I'm a P.I. back in New York and I'm relocating."

Jesus. This place really did have a serious detective-magnet problem, didn't it?

"And you thought to come..." Rosa quirked a dubious eyebrow, "...here?"

Did she mean D&A? Fandom Island? Fucking Maryland? Who knew. But, apparently, it was some kind of inaugural interview question at the moment.

"I originally came here on a case," Jessica explained as she pulled out her P.I. license from New York and handed it over for Rosa to inspect. "However there's... elements here that I like."

For Jessica? It's the fact that Fandom had apparently put a call block on anyone contacting her unless she had them listed on her cell phone speed dial.

"So, I'm going to relocate. McGarret mentioned you over at the station so I thought I come over and see what Diaz & ASS were all about."

Rosa made a soft grunting sound at McGarret's name. "Bet he talked your ear off, too," she murmured, leaning over to take the license for a closer look. It was definitely a lot more credentials than she'd even expected, which meant that this Jones character was actually serious right now, and her eyes went speculatively from the licence to Jessica and then back again before she handed it back.

"And apparently," she said, "we're about being the butt of a joke that just won't quit. I'm going to warn you, especially coming from New York, if you're looking for excitement, you're not going to find it here. We probably collect more dust than we do clues; it's a pretty quiet town, except in the occasional bursts where it's not. Honestly, I mostly just started this place because things were getting a little too Good Ol' Boys Club over at the station."

And in the police field as a whole, but that was...definitely a whole thing.

"But there are worse places to have to fill in an Employment line on a form, I guess."

"Yeah, I'm not interested in working for the police. And quite frankly I've had enough excitement before coming here," Jessica said with a shrug. "A little quiet is what I want right now. Most of what I did anyway was catching cheating spouses on camera. I also have a source of income from a law firm I do contact work for. I'm willing to give you a cut of that to cover my expenses."

"I might be interested," Rosa allowed, with a considering quirk of her brow. "Got any references?"

Would she actually check them? Probably not. Or maybe she would, for shits and giggles. She didn't know yet, she was fairly new this whole concept of having an Ass. around here that didn't just live upstairs.

For once, Jessica was prepared for that. She pulled out a folded piece of paper and started to hand it over. "The first name on the list is the partner at the law firm. She doesn't like me but may admit I do a good job," she admitted. "The rest of them don't hate me but-"

She then thought of something and winced. "Right. Okay the last one on the list does hate my guts and might mention something about me throwing him through a door. Oh. And one of them is my adopted sister but she'll be 100% honest because she's a pain like that."

Note to self: Do not come up with a list of references after a bottle of bourbon.

So Rosa was definitely calling the last name on the list, because that was definitely something Rosa could professionally, if not personally, admire and definitely good for an afternoon's entertianment if anything.

"At least I won't be bored," she said, with something that could almost sound like approval if you stretched your ears a little bit. "I'll have to look into it, obviously, what kind of detective agency would we be if we didn't even investigate potential partners, but I can try to get back to you in a few days."

Not like she had anything else to do.

"Anything else I should know?"

Jessica paused and frowned. It was one thing to talk about it with Trish. Another to talk about it with Jeri. Talking to anyone else was a bit daunting.

"Yeah. Two weeks ago I killed someone. His name was Kilgrave and he was an evil prick," she said. "He could control the minds of anyone but me. He was about to kidnap my sister and have about fifty other people beat themselves to death. I snapped his neck and was acquitted on any charges. The lawyer on the top of that list can verify that."

She took a deep breath and started looking around the room. Anywhere but directly at Rosa. "He was about to make a getaway before I caught him. He had a boat and he was going to come here to escape. I came here to see if he had been here before or had any backup plans to come after me. All I found was a bunch of drunk raccoons and panda that really likes cheese."

Well, that was a bit...more than Rosa was expecting, and she'd honestly be a little surprised if her digging managed to pull up anything to top that.

If it was true. But around here?

"Yeah," said Rosa, after making up for Jessica's lack of eye contact by giving her a steady, thoughtful look, "that panda's got some real issues.

"Think you can handle at least one day of desk jockeying a week?"

"One day a week? Yeah. I could handle that," Jessica said with a shrug. "Usually I'm out of the office getting into other peoples business. A day at a desk won't kill me."

Which potentially meant less of Rosa having to go out getting into other people's business, so that sounded...promising.

Rosa nodded.

"I'll keep in touch, Jones."

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