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fandomtownies2021-09-13 04:51 am
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Diaz & Ass., Monday [09/13].
A Monday in the office seemed to be in the cards for Rosa that day, after spending most of her week on a case up in Brooklyn and following a few leads here and there, compiling evidence and even a few testimonials (her favorite). But now that the evidence was compiled, it was time to start going through it all, which meant a lot of combing and boring footage interpresed with maybe a few little sparks of inspiration or helpful information few and far between.
Some things just weren't adding up the way they should, and there may have been a few times where, after rubbing her eyes and refreshing her coffee, she sat back down and caught a glimpse of a math textbook on her desk (which she would deny she had anything to do with, it was clearly a weird Fandom thing, clearly), narrowed her eyes at it speculatively, and then considered what kind of story problem could be built out of some of her evidence.
Was it cheating to just try to use your class as a way to crack some mysteries? Or was it just being resourceful?
The point was kind of moot, anyway; not a lot of this stuff really translated well into math problems. It wasn't like she was dealing with someone just stealing forty cakes, or something...
Diaz & Ass. is open!
Some things just weren't adding up the way they should, and there may have been a few times where, after rubbing her eyes and refreshing her coffee, she sat back down and caught a glimpse of a math textbook on her desk (which she would deny she had anything to do with, it was clearly a weird Fandom thing, clearly), narrowed her eyes at it speculatively, and then considered what kind of story problem could be built out of some of her evidence.
Was it cheating to just try to use your class as a way to crack some mysteries? Or was it just being resourceful?
The point was kind of moot, anyway; not a lot of this stuff really translated well into math problems. It wasn't like she was dealing with someone just stealing forty cakes, or something...
Diaz & Ass. is open!
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Miguel came downstairs with two cups, plunked one down in front of her, and tried not to smirk too much.
"How was New York?"
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Her eyes narrowed ,just a smidge.
"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm going to regret if I drink this?"
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And looking innocent only made his seem all the more guilty.
"And New York was fine," she said, almost with a sigh, which would be a good indication that fine wasn't exactly the right work for it.
Then she drank from the cup and could only just give him a look that simply demanded to know why, Tightpants? Why??
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"Acceptable fine or really shocking annoying fine?"
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She looked thoughtful, and then moved back her chair enough to nudge a small wastebasket out from underneath the desk, to where he could see because this was definitely being done to prove a point (and because she had the icon), promptly poured the coffee into it.
She rolled her chair back into place.
"Really suocking fine is how" an awful lot of official NYPD documents look right now when they really shocking shouldn't. How convenient, right?"
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He shrugged. "Don't suppose burning them's an option."
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"How could I do that to caffeine?" she asked. "I'm not the one who put pumpkin spice in it."
She glared at the basket. It was fine. She dumped liquids on things for dramatic effect a lot.
"That's better than it deserves. And I better hope nothing did get burned. If all their doing is scrubbing the records clean, at least there's still trash to shift through. And that's better than ashes..."
She realized this could be a little confusing.
"I'm...not working with NYPD on this one..."
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"Oh, okay. Maybe make copies and burn them, just for the satisfaction. Anything digital to leave a trail?" He wiggled his fingers, happy to help with any hacking she needed.
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"And thankfully," she shifted a little, leaning forward toward her computer again and the information that had started to make her feel a little cross-eyed, and this time, she did sigh, "there should be. The problem is just getting to it, but, thankfully, I have a couple ins at the Nine-Nine. Unfortunately, those ins are Scully and Jake, so...yeah." She snorted. "Might need you to work a little...."
She wiggled her fingers in an imitation of his gesture, with a look to accompany it to leave absolutely no question that this clearly made him a giant nerd. Not that this was news of any kind, but it certainly beared repeating whenever possible.
"But we'll see."
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He leaned back in his chair. "You know I'm happy to make Scully and Jake look bad." Not that he'd ever met them, but it was the principle of the thing.
He went back to grinning. "And speaking of looking bad..." He poked at the math book.
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And making her feel slightly resentful that she hadn't poured the coffee on that book.
"Don't," she warned.
Not that she expected it to work, of course.
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He widened his eyes and leaned forward. "Wait, are you becoming a nerd? You can tell me."