All the cops in the coffee shops

[femmejosephine]

It was a really slow afternoon, slow enough that she'd sent her one afternoon shift waitress home already to study for an exam at Barton University.   She herself was sitting behind the register, which had the dual benefit of giving her a look over the whole place and being near the money in case someone got a stupid idea.   It hadn't happened yet, but she was prepared if it did.  There was a baseball bat behind the counter.  Low-tech, maybe, but no one had to register baseball bats.  

The sticky notes for delayed coffees and pastries had been getting a bit ruffled as people ran their hands over them, so she was taking this opportunity to transfer some into the notebook she used to keep them organized.  Some of them she left out because they were decorated or had a nice message on them, but a lot of them she could just grab off the page when it was time to redeem them.

The bell over the door dinged and she glanced up with a customer smile on her face.

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[boo_fuckin_yah]

It's a bit of a relief to have a day off. Being a cop is something Russell loves, something he wouldn't know what to do without, but it's also exhausting at times, especially while house hunting, wedding planning and looking after a toddler. But he's free for a change and while he usually takes Jamie on his days off, Katie had taken him to the daycare that morning to give Russell some time to himself.

He loves that kid, but he has to admit, it's nice to just be out on his own.

"Hey," he says when he sees Nikita behind the counter at Bondurant's. He'd known she owned it, but it's still nice to see a familiar face. He's got no plans for the day besides getting a coffee and letting himself actually unwind for once. "Slow day?"