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Z was bored.

This was never good.

She'd tried everything: reading a magazine, looking for stupid people on the internet, listening to music. Nothing held her interest for more than twelve seconds. Also, Syd was listening to her own CD without headphones like the the enormous narcissist she was back in their room, and seriously, that was a form ( Read more... )

"Wait, wait," Ghost said as they walked back to headquarters from a Triforian food run that had turned into 'let's just eat here,' "does this count as a date where nothing went wrong ( Read more... )

Another day, another patrol in the Jeep. With Syd. At least she was letting Z get a word in edgewise this time, but Z was pretty sure that was because she felt bad for her. She'd filed for today off weeks ago, after all. It wasn't that she made a big deal of birthdays because that had been both impossible and pointless for most of her life, but ( Read more... )

Z was pretty sure Cruger didn't actually pay attention to his Rangers', like, feelings, or he probably would have figured out Z and Ghost were dating by now, in flagrant violation of the fraternization regs. She was kind of surprised Kat hadn't clued him in by now, and downright shocked Sky hadn't. Not that she was complaining, just, Sky made ( Read more... )

Z's Valentine's Day date with Ghost had started off great. She had a sparkly, skimpy dress, she had a cute guy, and she had plans for dinner, dessert, and...after dessert. Ahem ( Read more... )

Z had her headphones up to eardrum-damaging levels and she could still hear Syd whining at her agent about some event she was supposed to go to, but she had patrol. Z seriously did not care. One, saving the freaking world was more important than watching musicians congratulate each other and two, the day of the ceremony or concert or whatever the ( Read more... )

The thing about being a cop was that crime didn't take holidays. The thing about working for the alien police was that most aliens didn't celebrate Christmas anyway. So December twenty-fifth was kind of a big day for them. Every alien at SPD Earth--except Ghost, whose mother had exported Christmas to his unpronounceable planet, and whose ( Read more... )

Z had lost track of what Ghost was saying about five minutes prior. It was just sound now. That, combined with her total distraction, meant she was probably the least effective patrol officer in the history of SPD. Plus, her uniform was really hot and itchy. That made this decision easy.

"So then he said ( Read more... )

A call echoed through the corridors of SPD Earth Headquarters: "KAT! Kat, we need to talk." Dr. Katherine Manx looked up from her work just in time to see four of Earth's most valiant defenders walk in. The girls were in the lead, and they looked--well, like they'd just had a six-hour patrol shift in the Jeep to work themselves up about ( Read more... )