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fandomtownies2020-11-23 05:43 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2020-11-23 05:43 am
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Diaz & Ass., Monday [11/23].
Well. Here was an interesting conundrum.
What was the best thing to do when one was presented with a case about a break-in that was pretty much open-and-shut because you knew for a fact that the perpetrator of said mysterious break-in was yourself when you were a teenager for a few days?
Rosa would probably take the case and let it go cold, or maybe just break in again to replace the stuff she'd stolen and chalk it up to just some weird 'oh no looks like random stuff just disappeared for a few day then reappeared again later! What a weird place we live in, oh well, moving on'...
Yeah, she was probably going to just stick with that.
Diaz & Ass. is open!
[[ and throwing a general SP because ohgod it's Thanksgiving Week and I work in the grocery business blanket over all my posts today
ETA: NFB on the details of Jessica's report, though, if you please, dear squirrels! ]]
What was the best thing to do when one was presented with a case about a break-in that was pretty much open-and-shut because you knew for a fact that the perpetrator of said mysterious break-in was yourself when you were a teenager for a few days?
Rosa would probably take the case and let it go cold, or maybe just break in again to replace the stuff she'd stolen and chalk it up to just some weird 'oh no looks like random stuff just disappeared for a few day then reappeared again later! What a weird place we live in, oh well, moving on'...
Yeah, she was probably going to just stick with that.
Diaz & Ass. is open!
[[ and throwing a general SP because ohgod it's Thanksgiving Week and I work in the grocery business blanket over all my posts today
ETA: NFB on the details of Jessica's report, though, if you please, dear squirrels! ]]
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(That statement would become more clear as this comment goes on.)
She arrived back in Fandom Sunday evening, typed up the final results of her investigation and arrived at Diaz & ASS Monday morning.
Okay. It was 11:00 AM but it was still morning. She grunted something that could be considered a 'hello' as she entered and then made her way to Rosa's desk, holding two file folders under her arm. She dropped the first file folder on the desk and and began reciting details from memory.
“Miguel O’Hara. Comes from the future. Had his DNA rewritten to be part spider which I’m not even going to touch on. He became a superhero called Spider-Man and got unmasked in front of the entire world before joining a dimension hopping group of superheroes. Then he retired and started teaching science classes in Fandom in the fall of 2017 and then working at the local diner. Then in February 2018 a new cop by the name of Rosa Diaz entered the diner and started calling him Captain Tightpants. There’s more but honestly I had more fun looking into your background…”
She tossed the other folder on Rosa’s desk.
“Rosa Diaz, aka Emily Goldfinch, aka God you have too many aliases. You come from Bensonhurst and your father is a teacher. You have two sisters and a niece named Diana. You went to Cathlolic school. You then studied ballet at the American Ballet Academy. You apparently had bad posture and pink hair. Then you snapped and started beating up other ballerinas and breaking into houses. You then got kicked out of Ballerina school and sent to juvie. You cleaned up your act and went to medical school for three years as well as going to business school and getting your pilot license. You ended up at the police academy where you had a solid career as a detective in the 99th precinct. You received the NYPD Exceptional Merit award, the US Flag Bar and the NYPD Firearms proficiency bar. You were offered a promotion to Captain at the Ropesburg police department in Jersey but turned it down because it was fucking Jersey and boring as shit. You dated your captain’s nephew for several months. Then you were engaged to a trainwreck of a human being known as Adrian Pimento who faked his own death. You were transferred to Fandom in 2018 and torched all your apartments that you had throughout New York city. Then you started teaching and decided the local police were becoming a sausage factory. And finally you started your own firm which of course leads me to being here.”
She let out a long sigh and gave Rosa a look
“Those are just the highlights. There’s more details in there if you want to bother checking. By the way you need to tell your friend Boyle that just because someone buys him a pie doesn’t mean he should spill all the personal details of a co-worker. Just saying.”
See? It all came back to pie.
She then shrugged. “So am I working here or not?”
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And then the other folder dropped. And Rosa listened to that, too, though her brow lost its quirk. She leaned back in her chair a little, folded her arms over her chest, as she impressively listened. Or tried to. You had to admit, all of that was pretty impressive.
As it started to wind down, Rosa.reached down to open up one of the drawers at the bottom of her desk, flipped open her folder, and systematically began to feed the papers inside into a shredder that was sitting inside.
"Ugh," she then said, making a face. "Boyle."
The pie was probably even from that Argod place he liked, too.
That was all she said for a moment, glancing at another paper before feeding that to the shredder, too, before she finally asked, "When do you want to start?"
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And honestly the only turkey Jessica enjoyed was Wild Turkey.
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“And that is?” Jessica asked with a cocked eyebrow.
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Jessica probably now knew more about her than her boyfriend and best friend did combined.
That was damn good work.
As a matter of fact, for extra insurance, she was pausing the shredding long enough to unlock and open another a drawer on the other side of the desk to pull out a little mini rum bottle and set it down with a glance toward the moody shadows of the office.
For the squirrels, Jones. Not for you.
"Unless," she then added, getting back to work, "they're paying you way more than I'm going to."
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Jessica smirked. “You probably already know a good deal of my shit. You keep it to yourself? We’re even.”
She then started surveying the office. “And I paid a squirrel outside with a bottle of Captain Morgan’s spiced rum. You should be square with them.”
Her eyes settled on a spare desk. “That mine?” She asked jabbing a thumb towards the desk.
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"Sure," she shrugged. "Get yourself a few potted plants for it, really make it your own."
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And then pulled out her laptop to see if Hogarth sent more work Jessica's way.