Diaz & Ass.; Tuesday [12/21].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa would have never imagined she'd feel so grateful to wake up with a giant pink stuffed dog staring at her from a corner of the bedroom as she had that morning, although, really, just waking up in her bed instead of just careening into consciousness riding her bike up the causeway itself was pretty nice, too.

But since they had managed to get things back to normal again (and, bonus, she got to shoot people doing it, too!), she really needed to get to work. Since the suspect had confessed, the job sort of fell through and went bust. The initial money upfront was a decent chunk of change, sure, but she'd lost out on the rest of it and a good month's worth of work, so she wasn't wasting any time getting back down to the office and seeing if there was anything with potential sitting in her inbox.

And, hey, if she managed to find something quickly, she would secure a good excuse to avoid seeing any of her family over Christmas. It would really be a win/win situation.

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[what_the_shock]

Miguel came down around lunch time, bringing a reuben with him, and three large mugs. He set them down before plopping into his customary chair and picking one back up.

"Try the peppermint mocha thing; I made sure not to make it too sweet," he prompted. "The other's black coffee if you still don't want that holiday spirit. When do I get pics of you in a habit?"

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was already feeling suspicious when Tightpants came down with three mugs, and his explanation didn't do anything to lessen it. In fact, her calculating eyes remained trained on him as if searching for any hint of subterfuge as she reached for the peppermint mocha as requested.

It wasn't pumpkin spice, after all; it would probably be tolerable.

"Depends," she said, going to take a critical first sip. "Is this a new kink I should be aware of?"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "Nah, just feeling the spirit. Maybe something to do with not having to kidnap the pope. Was thinking about a tree, too. I draw the line at tinsel, though."

[died8yearsago]

"Tinsel seems like kind of an insult to webbing," Rosa noted, and the fact that she took another sip of the mocha without comment should be enough to let him know that it wasn't terrible, at least. "You want to get a tree? For the, what...four days we have left? Knowing this place, we could just wait and one'll just show up."

A sip.

"And try to attack us, too."

She could be down with that kind of Christmas, actually.

[what_the_shock]

"Tinsel is an insult to the universe," Miguel said firmly. "You make a good point, though. Of course, I meant to try and get one this weekend, but apparently we had too many Fridays and no weekend at all." He made a face.

"Plus side, even if we buy one, it could still attack us."

[died8yearsago]

"I bet if we go pick out our own from the preserve," Rosa reasoned, "we increase our chances of getting attacked by at least fifteen percent.

"Also, I'm still annoyed that something decided to happen right when I get back, too, by the way."

[what_the_shock]

"Hey, it meant you got to come back every day!" Miguel grinned. "I'm just sorry I missed you getting to see the dog every single time."