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Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

It would have been a remarkably normal day at work, except...

"...how in the hell is there gravy on my desk?" Danny muttered, looking at his hand and making a face.

This was punishment for his spite lunch, wasn't it?

None of the troopers had an answer for him there.

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"No idea," Steve said entirely too quickly from his desk.

"Why don't I believe that?" Because he'd met Steve. That's why.

"Because you have a suspicious and paranoid nature?" Steve guessed.

"What did you do to my desk, Steven?" Danny asked in a suspicious and paranoid way.

"Why are you blaming me, Daniel? Maybe it was Diego."

"Why would Diego leave gravy on my desk?" Maybe he had a case that featured gravy and needed a snack from Danny's desk. Where all the snacks were kept.

"Maybe we have a rash of gravy-related crimes," Steve said.

Yeah. That seemed like a thing.

"...if that actually happens, I'm blaming you."

The raccoon gravy bandits, comin' right up.

"You were going to anyway," Steve said, grinning.

"For good reason!"

"The paranoia," Steve said, nodding.

For that? Danny tossed a pencil at him.

"Don't touch my desk!" He warned, walking to the supply closet for something to clean the gravy.

Steve waited until Danny was halfway to the closet, stood up and touched the desk, then returned to his spot.

He was a ten year old, sometimes.

"I saw that!" Danny from across the room.

"Saw what?"

Danny rolled his eyes and sprayed down the gravy mess to clean. "You're such a putz."

Steve beamed like he'd been paid a compliment. "But you love it."

"I will throw another pencil at you," Danny warned.

"But would you hit me?" Steve asked.

"Very hard," Danny replied and then immediately realized what he said. "Don't."

Too late. Steve was already laughing very, very hard.

"I hate you so much." No he didn't. He looooved you, Steve.

"No you don't," Steve said, grinning.

"Shut up," he grumbled, tossing a dirty paper towel at him.

Steve continued smirking. "You'll be fine, Gravy Train."

"I will murder you," He'd do nothing if the sort, as clear from the annoyance having a little bit of a smile in there.

Steve laughed. "Sure, Danno."

"I'll certainly consider it," he grumbled.

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