Carmelita was angry, no furious! Someone she worked around, someone she probably hardly ever had a conversation with, had the nerve to come to work today. For today of all days, a coworker came into work with fleas. Yes fleas.
At first everyone seemed to be a little bit itchy at times, and shrugged it off, but after chatting among each other it didn't seem like a coincident anymore. Oh boy was Chief Barkley mad when he found out his boys…err and girls…in blue had a problem focusing on their jobs when everyone was scratching, whimpering, and gnawing at themselves. It was humiliating to see his team struggle to capture criminals in the city and talk among citizens in fear of passing the annoying little critter around. Thank goodness it was almost the end of a work day.
But then…
"Fox! In my office now!"
Carmelita made her way over to Barkley's office to have her daily round of verbal abuse…how fun. She couldn't help but scratched under her chin and around her neck; the little critters seemed to have found a home there which pissed her off even more about today.
"I know we have a…situation at hand because of the moron who decided to bring his fleas from home". You could say that again, Carmelita thought to herself while bringing her hand up quickly to scratch before Barkley could catch her in the act.
Barkley himself at the moment was scratching his sides while mumbling a few profanity words. "But I need you to at least try you very best today, it seems like the Cooper gang may rear their heads again today and I need you to make sure what ever they are after is not stolen".
Barkley came to realize in the last few months, hell maybe years that the Cooper gang at this point was uncatchable. He finally stopped telling Carmelita to catch them and replace it with words like "stop them from stealing anything". At times Carmelita felt like trying to arrest them, but knew that if she did they would make off with what they sought after in the first place. How motivating.
"Where exactly do you think they will hit Chief". Scratch scratch, scratch.
"Well, we squeezed some information from a guy a few days ago", scratch, "And it seems like they are looking for some sort of map to a legendary Cooper fortune or something", scratch. "He said it was located in a canvas painting in the museum so I need you to head out that way as soon as possible". Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, "Blasted Fleas! Just wait till I find out who they belong to!"
"You and me both chief" Carmelita growling as she opened his door to head towards the museum to stop that blasted raccoon.
"Oh, and Carmelita."
"Yeah Chief?"
"Seeing as how it is getting dark pretty soon, no you will not have enough time to buy a flea collar before heading towards the museum, I need you there pronto!"
Her ears began to twitch in anger. It would only take five minutes' tops to buy a collar! Was he trying to torture her?
"Fine chief".
Author's note: And I will end there for today. I was going to make it a one-shot but, eh I got tired and will have to finish this fic later. Whew I have a lot of time on my hands these days. Hope you all enjoyed.