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[the_real_ray]

One thing Ray could say with nearly absolute certainty about Gus Knickel: he wasn't going to get knocked up. The same couldn't be said for the rest of their desk staff, as they kept demonstrating to him. Not that he begrudged them their kids or anything, not most of the time, just when he was the one stuck covering desk duty because they didn't

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[making_choices]

Tony saw the open door on his way to the Lab to try and convince Abby to take a break and go swimming. Realising he'd likely have better luck lobbying some unknown IPD person for a job then getting Abs out of her lab he threw his towel over his shoulder and wandered in, giving the guy behind the desk a friendly smile.

Maybe people were right. Some people just had cop written all over them, though Tony suspected after the past year he'd gotten better. Or maybe cop changed to agent at some point. Who knew?

Might as well get himself off to a good start he thought as he stuck out his hand. "Hey. I'm Tony, Tony DiNozzo. You who I need to see around here about a job?"

[the_real_ray]

Ray had an odd feeling of deja vu about this whole conversation. "That would be me even if I wasn't stuck back here today," he said, giving the hand a quick shake. "Assuming you aren't another one of those misleadingly tough scientists.

[making_choices]

"Definitely not," Tony gave him a rueful grin. "Back home Abby flinched if I stood too close to her equipment."

[the_real_ray]

"You know Abby?" said Ray, adding that to his estimation of the guy. He wondered why he didn't already know that; some cop he was. Of course, a rash of deaths tended to take precedence. "So give me your credentials."

[crazydetective]

"As long as you don’t mention that you talk to the dead, you’ll be fine." Charlie said. With top drawer advice like that, Raines was just glad he wasn’t about to step into the ring with Sugar Ray Leonard.

"There goes my opening line... Why, huh? Why? What is this? Do you have to be here? I can handle the first day all on my lonesome, mother," Raines informs him through clenched teeth and barely moving lips. Being caught talking to thin air would probably negate the possibility of any actual first days that may happen.

"Moral support?"

"Distraction."

"Personal cheering section?"

"Heckling peanut gallery. Shoo!"

Charlie’s gone before his former partner can rap on the door, poking his head inside before the rest of him follows. Much to his relief, the man behind the desk looks nothing like Sugar Ray Leonard. "Uhhnm...hi. Are you the go-to guy for a job around here?" If not, could you tell me where I could find him? Or her.

[the_real_ray]

"I would be, yeah," said Ray, looking up from a report that mentioned the word 'zombie' a little too often for comfort. "At least I am while Vimes isn't in the office. I take it you're looking for one?"

[crazydetective]

"That I am," he confirms with a nod. "If you're hiring." Despite having all the necessities of survival at his disposal without having to work for them, it was all he knew. Continuing to sit around doing nothing would likely drive him out of the rest of his mind.

[the_real_ray]

"We're always hiring," said Ray, shoving the papers away, "as long as you know what you're getting into. It's a jungle out there, and for once that's actually literal."

[rebellious_lady]

"Ray. You realise Gus or I could do this. I am sure you have more pressing things to do." She was only passing through the office to grab a book she had left the previous day, but when she saw Ray she sighed, her exasperation clear. "These reports will keep."

[the_real_ray]

"There's only two of you and twenty-four hours in a day," said Ray, not sure which of those things he was more unhappy about. "If I've got to be sitting at this desk anyway I might as well get reading these things out of the way. I've got to do it eventually anyway."

[rebellious_lady]

"If only there was more of one and less of the other?" She was slightly mollified at his statement, looking over his shoulder, "Ah. The one with the walking dead."

There is a moment for which she stopped, shaking her head, "Truly, I do not think I am mad anymore for saying such things."

[the_real_ray]

"Either that or we're all a little crazy," said Ray. "Real fucking zombies. I've seen some weird stuff on this island, but I think that one just about takes the cake."

[youknow_nothing]

Ygritte strode into the IPD office with her usual amount of swagger, scantily clad and with Brimstone at her side. "Is this the place t'find work of..." She didn't know exactly what to call it. Killing things wouldn't go over as her best choice. "...keeping the peace?"

[the_real_ray]

Ray thought she looked more like someone who was going to break the peace than keep it, but who knew in this place. Not all the good guys wore white hats. Hell, even Benny's was brown.

"This would be the place," he confirmed, giving her his full attention. Though to be honest she would've gotten it whether she was looking for work or not.

[youknow_nothing]

"Good," she said. "I'm lookin' for work as such. My name is Ygritte, and I'm from the North, beyond the Wall in Westeros." Ygritte flicked her hair behind her, and continued. "I know Jon Snow well, and he and his kin are well known t'you. I helped a man called the Doctor round up dinosaurs when they got loose, and I have made one into some sort o'mount."

[the_real_ray]

It was only from being on the IPD that 'Westeros' meant anything to him at all, but she was right that he knew Jon and his family fairly well. At least, the ones he worked with.

"Things were pretty harsh out there, from what I hear," he said. "And not many people want to tangle with the dinosaurs."

[the_cop]

Ray sidled up to the desk, and leaned his ass against it.

"Hi," he said in a decidedly female-sounding voice, "I'd like to apply for a, uh, receptionist job. I can type 200 words a minute, and I give great head."

[the_real_ray]

Ray groaned and pressed his face into his hands. "Of the hundred-and-thirty-seven things I never wanted to know about you, Stanley, that was number two. And if you go on to tell me about number one I'm going to have to shoot one of us in the head."

[the_cop]

"Whatever, Vecchio, you know in a parallel universe somewhere out there you and me are married with five kids," Ray teased, looking entirely too cheerful for his own good.

[the_real_ray]

"The only way you and me would be married with five kids is if you got girl parts and a personality transplant," said Ray. Though that was the sort of thing it wasn't safe to say out loud on the island. "And you can't type."