Marion wasn't typically the type to bully the nerds -- by all means, she<em>was</em>that kid at school, but there was an unspoken friction between the guns and the pocket protectors. It would've made more sense for her to get along with those that supported her, but just because the lead actress had a behind-the-scenes crew didn't necessarily mean they also had the balls to put their neck on the line the way she did. And that's what Marion von Stade was for the department; when everyone else fell silent, when nobody could make head nor tails of the situation, she latched on, rearranged the tiles, and made something --<em>anything</em>of it. In their trade, silence was infinitely worse, what else could she do?<br/><br/>Finally her eyes met his again, her face obviously unamused.<em>What's he gonna do? Make me beg like a child not to send it? This is ri-goddamned-diculous. If I told the captain about this, I wonder if he'd find sexual harassment against his finest cop more of a sin than going over budget to make some arrests. Fuck it.</em><br/><br/>"Fine. I'll do it, but if I see so much as a<em>hint</em>of your cock, swear to god I'm gonna snap the fucking thing off and you're gonna have a harder time explaining to 'em what you're doing bleeding from the dick than what those numbers are."<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes and tugged at her uniform pants as she sank to one knee then the next, lips pressed together in a thin, hard line.<em>Oh prease, missa Elic, you not senda those fires! I rove-a you roong time!</em>A slight smirk lifted the corner of her mouth in spite of herself, her eyes dropping as if in silent laughter.