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Okay. I'll get supplies.

[ Food, snacks, and more alcohol than is reasonable. Supplies. If the mild fishing is at all detected, she's not acknowledging it. The first public execution is usually the worst. Not that it gets easier. It just gets more...how it is. ]

You know where I am. When you're set.

[What's that noise? Sure does sound like lights being turned off, a dog leash being put on, keys, all the rattling of someone who is locking shit down as fast as possible.]

We will be headed out of here within the next sixty seconds.

[Gunther's coming along, too, of course. Where else would he go?]

I'm timing.

[ So maybe a raccoon will be going out to get those supplies at a local place that knows they work for her. Details. ]

[That gets the first thing like a laugh, brief but still a victory.]

I am— [The dog tag jingles and there's the sound of the door opening and closing, lock being shifted into place.] —en route and should be there in ten minutes at the most.

[He's going to book it on over. That fast walk thing where people look and wonder if he knows what jogging is and that he can be doing that with the tiniest bit of extra effort, yeah. He's going to do that thing.]

[ He'll find the front door unlocked, the house dogs recently fed and bribed with treats so they aren't around to pick on their poor, intellectually challenged cousin when Will arrives.

April, for her part, is actually gather things like cards and video games to her room to kill the time. Making out while the child bride is in mortal peril just doesn't feel right.]

[Will is there as fast as possible, after having veered through some other housing and sent a message to the rest of the Baltimore crew. Gunther's leash gets hung up near the door and the bearded blunder banished to be with the rest of the house's canine zoo. Even if they pick on him, he might not pick up on it. He seems pretty content to just take advantage of a water bowl and stretch out on a cool tile floor anyway. He might be friendly, but he's got enough experience with Will to know that being social isn't really the biggest requirement one has to fulfill in life.

Will doesn't stop for any other housemates, is willing to nod or grunt out a hey if it comes to it, but he's rather part of the scenery now, it feels. Just usually on the weekends.

He doesn't even bother with a knock before he opens her door, a little sweaty around the collar from the brisk walk, eyes drawn to the new collection of—]

Is that Pokémon?

[Trying to keep his spirits up apparently involves subtle cracks at his old age, complete with pronouncing it wrong as he wanders in slowly, head tilted. A new den, this. He has no freaking clue how to handle video games. This better not be a two-player thing where the players are dependent on each other to make it, because Will's going to be dead weight long enough she might get fed up with it.]

[ He gets a face at that, coupled with her half rising on the bed to climb off, then changing her mind partway through and shoving everything to the end of the bed, making room for him to sit next to her instead. Video games will be a possible adventure for later in the night. Right now it's just a deck of plain old (with 50s pin-up girls on the back of them) playing cards. She still has the communicator propped up on the nightstand by the bed, updates to the post registering quietly in the background. There's distracting from worrying too much, but not getting updates is a whole different story. ]

Done leashing up the teens?

[ April really had to give it to her, Abby seemed to be handling this whole thing. April wouldn't have been using her texting time worrying about other people in that situation. Offering bribes to assassins over craigslist while hyperventilating sounded slightly more in line with her plan.]

[April's is on, and Will's is going to remain on until it's all over and done with. Still, he slides his on the nightstand as well, toeing out of his shoes as he replies. If April believes he came here with nothing but the clothes on his back, his communicator, and his dog, she wouldn't be wrong.]

Sent a message to Freddie about it. [And something else, but talking about Lecter is probably a bad idea.] She's gonna give him some wine to distract him, knock him out. I suggested a crushed up Benadryl tablet if she wanted to make sure he'd stay out of it for good.

[His tone is impassive, not an ounce of guilt over the idea of promoting underage drinking, possibly drugging if that's what needs to be done. He's also not mentioning that he's still on call in case it doesn't work properly and the kid goes running out anyway. He climbs up next to her without needing further invitation, and while Abigail Hobbs is in mortal peril, no, making out doesn't seem like a good idea. But he does offer a quick kiss to her temple, affection from the guy who has no qualms with drugging teenagers, just what everyone wants. He picks one of the cards and stares at it, something he hasn't seen in a while. At least they're still wearing clothes this time around. And then he starts flipping through them all, clearly looking for something in specific.]

They used to make a few of these where they were fishing.

[April thought his store was a depraved, unholy temple of fishing at its finest, at its worst. Has she seen the sexy thigh high waders? Are they in this set?]

[ She frowns slightly as he starts flipping through the cards- she really needed to just accept and embrace this fish thing, she did- but if that's what's working for him, she can just as happily compare the various poses and clothing choices over playing a card game. She even joins in, flipping through the other half and pulling out the particularly silly (not not necessarily fish-themed) ones for his perusal.]

I didn't know her fan club was that dedicated. Or stupid. She could make a living.

["I'm dedicated, Jayden's stupid," Will thinks, but it doesn't make its way out of his mouth. It sounds too bitter, too unfair considering the huge age difference between the two of them, opens the door for why and just how dedicated Will is to Abigail Hobbs. He turns his attention on the cards she hands out, doing his best to keep his mind off the situation, eyebrows wrinkling at certain outfits while he almost laughs at others. And then he finds it, the fishing one. It's obvious, too—his face turns grim, lips a thin line again, and he holds it out, waders made sexy by antiquated standards.]

Next Halloween. Yes, no?

[Whether he means for her or him, it's not easy to tell. But out of the two of them, only one has curly enough hair to pull off the pin up style without much trouble, and only one of them can hold a fishing rod and make it look like they know exactly what to do with it.

Will doesn't seem to think he's going away any time soon, so there's that, at least.]

[ She give a small snort at the picture. Oh god, Will. What is that, even? Unless there's a shark on the other end of that line...but a small glance at the communicator and she's choosing to take the offer seriously. This first involves studying the card more closely, a small frown of concentration forming. ]

If you're still here next Halloween? Deal. You can be the fish.

[Her disbelief (is that what it is?) ends up contagious in the way it makes him smile, very used to the fishing pin ups and cards that run along these lines, only dirtier. The filthy kind some of the boatyard workers showed him when he was too young to really get it, wondered what the point was, didn't manage to understand until he was older. Once she's done with the scrutiny, he looks back at it, bites his lip, tries to figure out what sort of fish would be caught in this artistically represented area...and decides it probably doesn't matter and April probably doesn't care for that level of accuracy.]

I'm not the fish already? [Flip, witch. Flip, cop. Flip, sexy housewife with sexy brownies.] Gonna make me get my lip pierced to make it even more obvious?

[He's never going to go that far, no. The way he looks at her says that much, that's it's just a joke no matter how drunk he may be, but the idea behind it really isn't, is it? She might not know how to fish at all, but she's pretty good at the hook, line, and sinker aspect when it comes to...well, people who do fish, at least.]

Only inside.

[ She has the grace to crinkle her nose at the idea of him having any kind of piercing, even as she agrees with the fact he's hooked. But Will doing a physical representation? Like a ring or a lip piercing or a date in Florida? Now that's just madness.

But seriously. Child bride in peril. Way bigger issues here. She picks up all the cards (other than the sexy fisher woman) and starts shuffling them. ]

Black jack or gin rummy or Aprils' war? You have two seconds.

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[The last named game confuses him, that much obvious on his face. Is that like regular war? Despite having no idea what it is, it doesn't take him the two seconds to spit out:]

Gin rummy.

[He will keep that sexy fisher woman card, though that puts him at a minor disadvantage...should April remember what card it even was. Some of the pictures are rather distracting, it's true. If they're going to play the game without their cards being totally obvious to each other with just a look to the side, they should probably change the way they're sitting, huh? That's why Will shuffles, scoots to sit across from her. If a raccoon ends up climbing on top of his shoulders, he won't have it in him to tell the fuzzy little guy off, no matter how much he might suspect clues are being given without his agreement.

Little bit hooked indeed.]

Some of the guys my father worked with over the years had cards like these. [Well, not quite like them. He tilts his head down just enough to give away that like these isn't very accurate, makes that much clear with:] I learned how to play Go Fish with a pornographic deck.

[Good funny times going fishing. Unlike certain dreams.]

Rick said not while we had kids in the house.

[ That story is really only notable because April actually listened. Mostly because she had liked Cole at the time she was buying cards, and Rick is the semi-father type she never really wanted or asked for but here they were. If not for him, they'd be playing with a mixed sex nudie deck. Which probably wasn't exactly like the one Will's dad and friends had provided years ago, either.

And that raccoon taking residency in his lap? Oh yeah. He will be working to help her cheat. Just like the one sitting on the ceiling walk-way above them. Her own shuffling, sadly, is not fancy enough to help her cheat, just the normal cutting the deck over and over. Card sharking would have to be a hobby for another time.

But, shit. She was bringing up kids again, which means she takes another look at the communicator...and god. When not using making out she is just the worst at this.]

Why'd you go do the law, cop thing? It just, you know. Doesn't sound like the kinda guys you grew up with.

[Rick does have that kind of feel to him, Will's noticed. He's constantly aware of where Eduardo is whenever he's in the same room and hopes that any reports given back to him by his raccoon brethren aren't offensive to the little fellow. He doesn't want Eduardo to have a reason to try and toss him out a window, sees him as a sort of leader figure. In the same way, if anyone in the house were to raise a complaint about Will's presence, he'd listen. Of course he would. But if it came from Rick, it would feel a little more like...well, actually getting in trouble. Despite the fact of the matter that whatever age difference Will and Rick had honestly couldn't be much, it didn't matter. It would still be like getting scolded by the human Eduardo and he would still pay him extra attention for it. That Rick laid down the law and April listened isn't surprising.

Though he's not sure if April's gotten the same story Will did. And if she did get said story, she probably didn't ask the same question. The same, possibly TMI question.]

Hey, buddy. [Raccoons in Will's lap not only get an immediate view of his cards, they also get physical affection. Tickled necks and ears wiggling due to being scratched at the base of them, how could they ever sell him out? Too bad he doesn't care if they do. It's just cards. And if he covers up one of his cards so that the raccoon can't see, then what? What now, Clammy Shitbreath? It's a family affair, even when the kids are gone or hostage.] Benefits can be pretty good, pay's decent if you get into certain parts of it and know what you're doing. Watched my father and most the guys he worked with struggle to make ends meet, move around without any sense of security. Didn't seem too appealing. I've got my own home, got a barn, got my own land. Never woulda gotten any of that if I did the boatyard hop.

[Which really, boiled down to someone who's not completely aware of his empathy disorder, sounds like one thing, doesn't it? One thing that has him pulling a face.]

Money.

[Makes the world go around.]

[ She could kinda get that. Somewhat. She'd grown up in the three bedroom house with the picket fence and childhood therapy sessions and all from the loving parents, but those were kinda the reasons why she was still working in government. Because she had some kinda talent for it and it wasn't a job that was going away. But, seriously. That wasn't a real answer, not if he kept going after getting shot/stabbed/whatever. But it's fine. It hardly mattered here.

The cards get dealt, and April tries to remember all the rules for this game. Last time she played she'd mostly just been intentionally terrible and stole from people when they weren't looking. One on one, it was a little harder to play that way.]

Not the uniform?

[There goes an eyebrow, and not because he's have a human thumb-raccoon paw war over what one of his cards is.]

No. Was a little scrawny when I first started, didn't fill it very well. [Will in a uniform, could be done if April ever outright asked, though he's not offering that one up. Casual reminders of that time when he was legitimately part of a group instead of being on the edges of it, too unstable to ever be proper FBI.] They're not too easy to keep care of, either.

[Pain in the ass is implied in his tone, but he's not outright saying it, not when he finally lets up on the card coverage so the cheating is made much easier. Doesn't want the little fellow to think Will means he is also a pain in the ass.]

You must have seen cops all the time if you were involved with politics.

[That's a question, the hint in his voice that should be added missing.

Mostly because he's trying to get the rules for gin rummy back in his head, not unlike April.]

[ They were going to end up with half-assed house rules that ended in whoever said a bullshit rule with the most confidence winning. Which was, of course, how April normally played anyway. It was just be a twist for it to be a game played by two. ]

Parks and Rec has rangers, not cops. And Mitch had his own bodyguards. In the real City.

[ Cops were people to quickly scatter from when the house party was broken up, or some guy Donna was maybe sleeping with. ]

Didn't really see them unless they wanted money. Or I was at a strip club.

[ Because the sexy cop strip tease never goes out of style. But, sure. He had a point. Working in the DAs office was expending her horizons slightly.]

But there's more now, I guess. With the criminals and their babysitters and stuff.

[Half-assed house rules is nothing new to him, and he's tempted to just hand his cards over to the tinier mammal in his lap and tell him to show April. Just turn them around, buddy, it's okay. He might eventually. For now, he just takes another card off the top of the pile and shuffles it in, sure to point to at the top of it and make sure Clammy Shitbreath knows which card he's seeing. The look on his face morphs into an unholy frown at the mention of strip clubs, though. All too familiar with sexy cop strip teases, whether he wants to be or not, that's what that face says.

And the joy of being the actual cop in the strip club.

It's kind of impressive how miserable he manages to look, discussing strip clubs with the woman he's not too secretly dating. Almost unnaturally miserable.]

I spent most of my time as a homicide detective, so you wouldn't have seen any of us unless somebody'd been murdered. [Absolutely miserable times at the strip club. But that frown vanishes. Goes back to the thin grim line his mouth seems to have been born to remain.] What do you mean, criminals and their babysitters?

[Criminals can be babysitters, too. Look at Lecter. Look at the raccoon above him flashing signals about his cards and he doesn't have a Goddamn clue about it. This upside down world.]

[ The spies are handy, but honestly without firm rules who has what cards hardly matters, outside of April trying to engineer rules that apply to the ones she has, but not that ones he has. Which is what she will be doing, in the vague, handwaved part of this conversation that involves actual cards and points. For the most part she's just tossing out the cards with the most ridiculous looking women on the back of them, though.

The frown is more or less ignored. If she went chasing after every single negative expression...well, they'd spent all night just talking about feelings and junk. And who wants that? ]

You know. I bring papers to meetings and trials and stuff. There's always a cop making sure the guy doesn't strangle one of my bosses or post mean things on their facebook page or whatever.

[And the cards that look the most ridiculous are the ones that hold any real interest on his end. Anything to do with cops or the military seems to be passed over. Almost purposefully, even.]

He better be making sure nobody tries to strangle you, either. [That might be the same sort of serious tone Will generally talks about murder in, though whether he talks about it in his socks and playing rigged rummy isn't being stated.] If he's not [No he's not being overprotective at all, not him.] then he's not doing his job right and should...have some further education on the matter.

[Night Class with Will? More like Night Class with Eduardo.]

Mm, true. The murderers and jay walkers might one day figure out the real strength of the law comes from the coffee bringers.

[Maybe it's not the best thing to joke about considering what's going on over the communicators behind them, but April is clearly not concerned about her safety, here. She has taco and being a low ranked employee power to save her.]

Bug, god. Don't go spray painting the station with fish puns in warning. Work's way more boring than super law should ever be allowed to be.

[It's not the best thing to joke about, no, but it's not intolerable. A flow of conversation, not an insulting reminder that came out of absolutely nowhere. Still, he appreciates that she swims elsewhere with it, even if the look on his face at the mention of fish puns gives off confusion more than anything else.]

I'm no artist. Wouldn't be very good with spray paint. [Couldn't make bad puns truly artistic, no point in even trying. He wonders, when he draws his next card, what would happen if he didn't look at it. Didn't show it to the raccoon in his lap. What if he just kept it unseen and put it on his shoulder, would it get grabbed—well yes it would, apparently. Gotta be helpful, Will clearly doesn't know where his cards go, they go here, put back in place with a completely obvious flash in April's direction. Rigged rummy has never been better.] Is it just that they're puns or is it the fish part?

Every one needs a signature.

[ Or that's what Eddie had always said, anyway. Gotham people were to blame for this idea, really. Maybe Will would have a different mark in mind, but for the moment she's going with fish pun.

Now, granted, this is all thanks to the raccoon clearly on her side, but April is winning the hand. Or would be, if she actually took a moment to keep score. Instead she just puts the cards back, handing the deck over to him for the next round. Shuffle and cheat as you will, Graham. She might be slightly disappointed if he doesn't at least try.]

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