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[winter_rogue]

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, hello, uh, yes I hope so. My Captain said I should... Well, he said this might be more suited to, uh, Special Cases."

Cameron Campbell chewed mildly at her lunch, propped back comfortably in her rickety desk chair, and watched the exchange unabashedly. The stranger--solid, almost blond, and a little tweedy--fumbled a manilla folder out of a stack of papers and held it out to Detective Stevens. The other man flicked a beleaguered look from the earnest face, the folder, back to his desk.

"What?" his voice dripped with its customary irritation.

Cam did not smirk, she distracted herself with a smear of mustard, sucking thoughtfully at her index finger. She tuned back in to watch Stevens very reluctantly accept the folder, expression black. The stranger grinned a little and bobbed his head, striding away with a subtly jaunty walk.

"Mind keeping the porn noises to yourself Campbell?" Stevens all but growled, tossing the manilla folder into his inbox without a second glance.

"Any normal, routine action of mine, which you find inadvertently... arousing, is hardly my problem. Perhaps you should talk to someone about this problem," Cam flicked an eyebrow in his direction. Her chair spun lazily on its hinge while she perused the division floor and finished the sandwich.

"Always a smart answer."

"I find your charming descriptions of reality fascinating as ever." Stevens grunted in response and turned back to his work. On the far side of the desk lined room the elevator dinged and the stranger slid inside, his pleasant face swallowed up in a sea of detectives, secretaries and paper clerks. A lurch, and the ancient Otis lift closed and began its descent.

Cam scrunched up her sandwich wrapper and chucked it into the garbage bin across the isle with a casual snap of her wrist. That hallow sound too swallowed up the low buzz of a productive ambiance. Less than half a dozen people, talking, typing, rustling paper. She plucked an apple out of her desk drawer and bit into it, a tiny spark relishing the crisp, sour taste and the equally sour look cast her way.

Business as usual