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When an outraged scream and loud swearing in Spanish comes out of Inés’ office, Miranda instantly locks eyes with Max in suspicion.
“Max…what did you do?” Miranda asks, raising an eyebrow at him. Max, hurriedly shuts down his computer and begins packing up his belongings.
“I didn't do anything…I definitely didn't lock Inés out of her computer for two days trying to guess her password while my computer was updating.” He mutters, grabbing his bag and sheepishly smiling at Miranda, who throws up her hands exasperatedly.
“WINTER WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY COMPUTER?!” Inés yells, making a move to leave her office. Max takes that as his sign to go, Miranda hot on his heels. There is no way she is facing the wrath of Inés on her partner's behalf. She starts sprinting down the corridor and out of the police station, Max struggling but also running behind.
“Look what you made me do Miranda! I wouldn't have run but I got scared when you did!” Max yells, out of breath and practically launching himself into his car. He spins the car away from the police station as fast as he legally can.
“Oh my god, can you slow down?! I don't want to die in a car with you!” Miranda yells back, holding onto her seatbelt for dear life. Her knuckles begin to go white but she doesn't let go.
“Are you ready to help me make it up to Inés? You know, once she has calmed down and doesn't want to kill me.” Max asks, indicating for Miranda to decline the fourth call from Inès since they started driving.
“Don't blame me if this all blows up in your face. Inés doesn't like me so much so I don't know how much help I can give you.” Miranda begrudgingly agrees, swiping across his phone as another call comes in. She instantly turns her phone off as it starts buzzing “Boss Witch” flashing across the screen before it goes dark.
Max just grins at Miranda, knowing that whatever she does suggest will be better than his ideas. Despite their constant bickering, Max fully believes that Inés would do anything for Miranda. He considers how Inés is probably writing his name in red, underlining it and thinking of all the ways she can get revenge. All because Max was trying to work, he sighs and heads towards the most expensive supermarket in Palma to hunt down a bottle of Inés’ favourite wine. Some wine and lots of apologies, that will definitely help, Max thinks to himself.
“Max, for once that isn't a completely terrible idea.” Miranda says, as Max realises he spoke out loud. He grins at her before replying, turning the car into a parking space.
“It has got to be better than the wine you bought for her dinner party.” Max calls, before darting out of the car.
“EXCUSE ME?!” Miranda yells, as she runs after him. Max laughs and grabs a basket, heading for the wine aisle. Miranda appears next to him, punches his arm and then walks alongside as they hunt down the best wine for placating their boss.
Max tries not to grin, with Miranda’s assistance Inés might not put them both on paperwork duties for a month.
He can but hope…