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Precinct Life #1: "We have a problem."
“We seem to have a problem.” David’s voice pulled Emma’s attention from the steaming cup of coffee she was currently inhaling. Whipping around to face the Captain, attempting not to slop any of the sugary, caffeinated goodness on her shirt, she plastered the most innocent smile she could conjure on her face before replying.
“If, by problem, you mean August cuffed in the break room, then that’s actually the answer to a lot of my problems.” the sweetness of her tone would’ve given the freaking Tooth Fairy a cavity, but she was not about to let David ruin the first bit of peace and quiet she’d had since returning from a twelve hour stake out with her partner.
David did a double-take “That…. Was not actually what our problem is, but let’s stick on that for a second.” he eyed Emma suspiciously, waiting for her to elaborate on the reason why her partner was currently cuffed to a couch leg, an entire bullpen and then some, away from her.
“Like I said, solving about 86 percent of my problems.” sipping her coffee, her eyes widened as she popped one shoulder in the universal sign for ‘I’m not sure what the fuss is about’. Mulan stifled a snort, whilst Graham attempted to wheel his chair backwards, away from whatever scene he felt was brewing. Coward.
David’s eyebrows wrinkled further, almost becoming one, as he stared Emma down. She knew what he was doing, and it wouldn’t work. Not today. His dad stare would not break her. If he’d been the one stuck in a car with no working heat for TWELVE HOURS with August Booth, then he’d understand.
“And what exactly has Booth done to warrant being cuffed in the break room?”
“Twelve hours. No heat. August Booth. Need I continue, Cap?”
David continued to stare at her. Uncomfortable under the decidedly parental look she was getting, Emma started to swing side to side on her swivel chair, waiting out his response.
However, it didn’t come. Of course he didn’t need words with that damn ‘I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed’ dad stare of his. It was the head tilt that got her. Goddamnit, always with the head tilt. Sighing, she surrendered her coffee to her desk, before pushing to her feet.
“OK, fine, you win. I’ll go uncuff him. But I’m not liable for anything related to him for the rest of our shift. Just a fair warning.”
“Just go and get your partner, Swan. And please stop cuffing him around the precinct, he disturbs the peace.” David’s lips curled slightly at the corners as he watched her huff and stalk off toward the break room.
“Don’t I know it, Captain, but what about my peace?” she threw over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner to rescue her irritating partner.
“An admirable sacrifice for the greater good, Swan!” The Captain's laugh echoed as she stomped further down the hall, his chuckles growing fainter as August’s voice grew louder.
“I’m Mr Lonelyyyyyyy, I have nobodyyyyyyy, for my owwwwnnnnnn….”
Oh god, he was on to the early 2000’s R&B. This was going to be a long night. And Booth may not survive it.