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She didn't choose this.
She didn't - some kindhearted soul called in and ordered a basket of baked goods be delivered to the police station, and because her boss said that it was Raleigh's job - You wanted the extra hours, didn't you? - She was the one who would deliver it. Her leg was being a stupid piece of crap - in general, it pretty much always was, but she'd started today at three in the morning and it was noon and she was grumpy.
What was probably why she wasn't paying a ton of attention, and when she'd walked into the police station (where she'd never been, thanks, because the Boston Police hadn't done shit about the guy following her back in the city and she pretty much assumed that all police were similarly useless) she found herself standing there with a huge basket of cinnamon buns and cookies and muffins and nowhere to put it.
The person at the front desk must have been on a smoke break or something, but there was nowhere to set it down so Raleigh picked the nearest desk with no one sitting there and enough space, but when she turned to go, the owner unfortunately decided to come back.
"Uh- Sorry, I didn't know where to put it." She shifts awkwardly onto her good leg, because her bad one was currently bitching up a storm.
She didn't - some kindhearted soul called in and ordered a basket of baked goods be delivered to the police station, and because her boss said that it was Raleigh's job - You wanted the extra hours, didn't you? - She was the one who would deliver it. Her leg was being a stupid piece of crap - in general, it pretty much always was, but she'd started today at three in the morning and it was noon and she was grumpy.
What was probably why she wasn't paying a ton of attention, and when she'd walked into the police station (where she'd never been, thanks, because the Boston Police hadn't done shit about the guy following her back in the city and she pretty much assumed that all police were similarly useless) she found herself standing there with a huge basket of cinnamon buns and cookies and muffins and nowhere to put it.
The person at the front desk must have been on a smoke break or something, but there was nowhere to set it down so Raleigh picked the nearest desk with no one sitting there and enough space, but when she turned to go, the owner unfortunately decided to come back.
"Uh- Sorry, I didn't know where to put it." She shifts awkwardly onto her good leg, because her bad one was currently bitching up a storm.
