[closed] So don't say you'll see me

[firebornfidelis]

Who: Tohru Adachi (righttocarry) and Riza Hawkeye (firebornfidelis)
When: Backdated to midday April 14, a few days after this
Where: The Police Headquarters
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Riza comes down to the offices to review the accumulated information on the killer and Adachi is there to . . . assist?
Warnings: Probably nothing too too bad, some innuendo

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[righttocarry]

Adachi was slouched back in his chair, red tie loose and long legs straight out in front of him as he tried to focus on the report he was reading. It used to be okay just to flick through the paperwork, pick up the important shit, and let Light-kun do all the leg-work, but these days he actually had to scrutinize what was written there, and it was driving him nuts. How did he get stuck in a dead-end cop job in a small town again?

When the woman spoke, Adachi dropped all his papers, watching in dismay as they fluttered down around his deak chair. "Aw, jeez," he said, ducking behind the table to scoop them up haphazardly. He poked his head up, gave her a long look: not bad. Nice legs, big eyes, and he never said no to a blonde. "Sorry," he added, giving her his best hangdog look. "Lemme just, um- that's me." Papers in hand, he climbed back into his chair, tried to sit straighter. "Adachi, I mean, that's me." He leaned over his desk, holding out a narrow hand.

[firebornfidelis]

Her face softened as he dove to retrieve his papers. She hadn't meant to startle him. But, she reasoned, he was probably on edge from having to fill in for the missing police chief at a time like this. She would have offered to help him pick up the documents, but despite his fumbling he had them collected and was back in his chair quickly enough.

She took the offered hand, her brow furrowing apologetically. "I hope this isn't a bad time?"

[righttocarry]

Adachi shook her hand briefly and let it go, already beginning to shake his head. "No, no, not a bad time, you just uh, startled me." He tried a disarming smile, eyes wide and bright. "Nice to meet you in person, Riza."

Placing the papers on the desk, be began to shuffle them back into order, picking out a few he thought were relevant into a separate file - L had left behind a well-organized list of the incidents associated with the killings. Even as he worked, his eyes kept flickering up to her. "Please," he said, gesturing to a nearby office chair. "Take a seat. Sorry about the clutter."

[firebornfidelis]

"And you as well," she agreed, bowing slightly in deferential acknowledgment.

Riza took the seat he indicated, setting her papers in her lap so as not to clutter his desk further. It was a bit of a mess, almost as bad as the Colonel's around evaluation time. But she knew what it was like to have to take on someone else's workload so when he smiled, she did too, allowing the corners of her mouth to turn up and her eyes to soften just enough to tell him that she could sympathize.

"I brought a report that may be of use to you," she said, absently touching her fingers to the neatly handwritten words on the pages in her lap. She missed her typewriter. What an odd thing to miss, she thought, chastising herself for idle wistfulness. "But I don't want to burden you with unnecessary paperwork. If I can see what you have on file then I can determine what, if anything, would add to your information."