Green walked into their office and saw that they were indeed the last ones to get there.
“‘Bout damn time. I called you an hour ago,” God said, while leaning over Day sitting at his desk looking at some files.
Green sat down at his desk, not bothering with a response to that comment either. Curtis went over to Vickie’s desk and when she saw him she scooped him into a big hug, cradling his head to her cleavage.
Green chuckled at his son, since he looked like that was the last place he wanted to be. When Vickie finally let him go, he gave a few high-fives to the guys and settled in over by the IT team. He turned and saw Ruxs had made his way over to God and Day. Syn was propped up on the desk next to them looking at the scattered papers, a serious expression on his face. Whatever they were getting ready to work on didn’t look like it was going to be fun.
“Damn, God. It’s Sunday. This couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning? I had a whole day of football planned. Besides. I thought you rested on the Sabbath,” Ruxs said, laughing annoyingly at his own joke.
Great. Really, babe.
A few of the guys joined in, looking over in their lieutenants’ direction, but the laughter quickly skidded to an abrupt halt.
Green shook his head sadly when he saw God’s head slowly rise up to look at Ruxs. Sharp eyes boring into his partner.
God’s gruff voice could be heard clear across the office. “Ruxsberg. What the hell is the look on my face saying now?”
Syn gave a grunt of a laugh.
Ruxs shrugged.
“Day tell him what my face is saying.”
Day looked up from his papers and gave God’s face a split-second glance before his eyes went back down to what he was looking at. “His face says: get the fuck away from me.”
Syn laughed again as Ruxs looked at his bosses, annoyed.
“Day how the hell do you put up with God?”
“Yeah well, I’m still trying to get into heaven,” Day deadpanned.
God grumbled something to Day and turned back to Ruxs. “Do I have to say it again?” he barked.
Ruxs turned and walked back over to his desk.
“Happy now?” Green threw a pen cap at him. “If he wasn’t going to make us work tonight, he sure as fuck is now.”
They’d been sitting around their conference table for six and half hours going over their new assignment. It was another big one. Their office had received an anonymous tip that a nice-sized shipment was being brought in soon by one of the higher-up dealers in Midtown. The folder containing the tip included photos of the infamous ScottyD shaking hands with a man on what appeared to be a fishing boat at the West End Docks.
“So Ruxs and Green. I want you guys to start on surveillance first thing tomorrow. Watch Scotty, watch his boys. Get on the streets and get some people to talk.” Ruxs and Green talked amongst themselves while Syn gave his orders to the rest of the team.
“At least we don’t have to go tonight,” Green said tiredly. His ass was hurting from sitting so long.
“True. I think we have just enough time to catch the recap of all the games we missed today,” Ruxs whined.
Green gave his partner a hot and teasing look. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Damn right you will.” Ruxs winked.
“Alright,” God’s voice called over all the chatter. “Let’s get out of here for now.”
“Gladly,” Ruxs muttered.
They shut down their computers and locked up all their files. Ruxs and Green pulled on their coats and were moving to leave out the office with the others when he heard Day call their names. They stopped mid-stride, turning to face their lieutenants and sergeant.
“Ohhhh. Somebody’s in trouble,” Ro teased walking past.
Green stuck out his foot and tripped Ro, making him stumble into the door. “You act like a ten-year-old you’ll be treated like one, dipshit,” Green said drily, ignoring Ro’s middle finger as he walked back to his bosses’ desk.
God sat in his large chair, his hands steepled together, watching both of them.
“Sorry. Only Day has that talent. I can’t read what you’re thinking, God,” Ruxs said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Green sighed. He would never know why Ruxs had to run his mouth so much. He wondered if his partner had ever heard of the saying. “Don’t poke the bear.” He doubted it.
“Shut up, smartass. I’m thinking. Thinking about what I’ll do to you if you guys go out on assignment and cause a bunch of damage again. A fitting punishment,” God snarled. “We need this to go smooth.”
“Don’t need a shit-ton of your ruckus, Ruxs.” Day winked.
Ruxs looked at his lieutenant, bored. “Nice, Day. Did you come with that all by yourself? Will you be here all week with that act? I don’t want to miss —”