fandomtownies | Diaz & Ass., Monday [03/01].

Rosa had definitely put off dealing with whatever might be waiting for her in the office since getting back, though she wasn't sure what would be worse: if she was absolutely going to drown in stupid emails, or if there were absolutely none of them.

Actually, no, she took that back. Having none would be great. That was definitely the better of the two, so after she made herself some coffee and got settled behind her desk and pissed around on her phone with some stupid match-three game for a little while, she finally set the phone aside, leaned in, and switched the computer on.

Disappointed that it actually did turn on and didn't explode (which would have at least been interesting), she did have some messages to get through, but it wasn't a lot, and none of them involved either chickens or lobsters (she was really expecting at least a few things on that last one), so, all in all, it seemed like a pretty good start to the day, and now to just weed through what was too stupid to bother with and what might actually be worth some attention.

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It was late in the morning when Jessica walked into work, a large file folder undre her arm. She gave Rosa a nod of acknowledgement before sitting down at her own desk. She started to lay out the contents in organized piles before reaching into her desk for a bottle.

"Caught a case," she said out loud. Which could have been directed at Rosa or just to the room in general. "It's pro-bono. Probably take a lot of time."

There was a beat of time before she added:

"And it has nothing to do with bees."

Rosa was going to make one comment, but the addendum cut that off with a snort.

"What about lobsters?" she asked instead. "Or..." She couldn't say this next part without open distaste, "chickens."

Funny how she used to complain about feeling like glorified Animal Control back at the station, too...

"No fowl. No shellfish," Jessica raising an eyebrow.

Were all their cases at the place going to deal with animals or insects?

"It's for-"

What? Friend? Old lover? Guy she used to bang? Someone she still had..

Nope. Not going there.

"-an old client. He got screwed and sent to jail for a crime he didn't commit. They did illegal experiments on him. Made him... different. He broke out and was on the run for a long time."

Jessica motioned to the piles of paper in front of her. "This documents everything. Him being framed and his treatment in prison. I'm corroborating it for the lawyers working his case. Just wanted to give you a heads up I'm working on something for free."

She looked a the pile of paperwork in front of her.

"It'll take time away from my work here. I'll make sure I'll still pulling my weight and my usual case load."

Oh, nooooo. But then what will Rosa do with all these cases? How could she possibly handle them all by herself???

She was most just looking at Jones with one brow slightly quirked.

Because she sometimes forgot that, apparently, when Jessica actually did talk, she talked way too much, as if to make up for something, as if Rosa actually cared about the details that didn't even effect her.

Finally, though, turning back to her computer, she replied.

"If you need help," she said, "let me know. But fair warning. I don't work pro-bono."

If she had to listen to all the painstakingly details of your life, Jones, at least make it worth her time.

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"Fair enough," Jessica replied.

And went to work.

Because that was the most she had said to Rosa since she hired her. And it was exhausting.

She was exhausted? Rosa had to actually listen to all that! And determine if any of it was anything she needed to care about! Gross.

She failed to suppress a small shudder in recollection of the event, shook her head to clear it, and shifted her focus back onto a potential infidelity case that seemed like it should be safe from any involvement with animals.

Or at least, goddammit, she hoped so.

Around lunch time, Miguel came downstairs. He was carrying coffee (his) and a tray with a steaming bowl on it, which he set down in front of Rosa without comment before flopping in a nearby chair with his feet up and sipping his coffee.

Rosa only looked away from her computer when Miguel had settled, giving him the exact look he was probably pretty familiar with by now, mostly blank with a certain element of being thoroughly unimpressed underneath it all. She looked at him, looked at the bowl, and then looked back, this time adding a quirk of her eyebrow. Then she folded her arms in front of her and settled back in her chair, as if waiting for him to explain himself.

She realized that this could mean sitting like this for a while, but she was banking on either his coffee eventually running dry or his inability to go a certain amount of time without making some smart ass comment, whichever came first.

Good call; either of those things would be a problem. Miguel, on the other hand, was betting on Rosa's insatiable curiosity or her inability to let a topic lie. Or the smell of the nice, hot soup.

He could sit for a while.

He had a lot of nerve, bringing soup here into this office.

But Rosa's chair was nice and comfortable, and she was planning on being here all day, anyway. Slow day for business, too, she didn't have anything that needed her attention, so she was just going to sit there, and wait, the only indication of her growing impatience being the steady drumming of her fingers against one of her arms as she regarded him with stony, stubborn expectation.

So help her, though, if that was a bisque...

That soup was absolutely a delicious lobster bisque.

And Miguel could sip his coffee slowly, enjoying imagining the look on Rosa's face when she first tried it. Heck, if he did run out of coffee, he could still imagine it when he left. Hm. What were the chances of him being able to leave a camera here?

Of course it was.

And funny, that he was imagining the look on her face when she tried it, while she was just sitting here imagining how it would look on his face.

The fact that it wasn't yet spoke volumes.

Which was much more than Rosa was actually speaking, although she did finally break with a simple, pointed, disappointed but wholly unsurprised, "Really? Soup?"

"Soup's a winter tradition," Miguel said, straight-faced. "It's warming."

"It's like forty degrees outside," Rosa countered.

Practically a heatwave over here.

Not to mention the warmth of her pure fiery rage at there being lobster-related soup on her des right now.

That she admittedly kind of deserved.

Dammit.

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