Rosa was a bit late coming back from Brookyln that morning, where she'd spent her weekend in anticipation of a super bowl party with the Nine-Nine, because it was nice and convenient that her reality actually did line up with this reality fairly closely, if you ignore all the weird Fandom-esque shit that this reality liked to throw at you every once in a while.

But she figured coming in late today was better than just taking today off and coming in for a full day tomorrow. Not that she figured Kincaid would mind or anything, since they both tended to just sort take off whenever, but if she could latch onto an excuse for a mostly-half-day, she'd do it.

Things were...mostly normal when she got in, too, which she hoped was just because whatever dumb crap the troopers were engaged in that day had already passed by the time she plopped into her chair at her desk and got around to seeing if there was anything interesting she'd missed over the weekend.

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