Hoffs grinded her teeth, slamming her case report into the file cabinet, "You guys are idiots!"

The McQuaid brothers clutched their chest, following her as she strode between the maze of desk and police officers.

"You insult us!" said Tom, his voice screeching over the mixed grunts of annoyance between the undercover police officers.

"Yeah," replied Doug, sliding across a desk and landing at her side as she continued her hopeless escape, "immaturity of this level is an art form!"

She threw her arms up in frustration, "For Christ's sake, your case ended yesterday!"

Tom's hand jerked foreward, landing at the desktop in front of her, blocking her path, "The McQuaid brothers never die."

She lowered her eyes at him, "Grow up."

They both--in an overly dramatized way--gasped, once again cluching their hearts as she continued to wherever she was headed.

"Grow up?" hissed Doug, "Grow up?"

"Oh God..." she whispered, finally accepting she had no where to go and no where to be.

"WE'RE THE MCQUAID BROTHERS!"

Ioki, his hands buried in his hands in what could only be an anguished/hung over depression, whispered loudly enough for the three to hear, "Why?"

Doug squinted at him, taking a chair and swiveling it so he was leaning on it's back, his leg swung over the seat, "Did you not just hear the intro?"

"God, everybody heard the intro," muttered Booker, fervently walking past with an open file in his hands. He was stopped, however, as Doug's meaty hand was lifted, landing on Booker's chest, so the two were side by side, "You got something to say, buddy?" he whispered in mock menace, his mouth next to Booker's ear. He shook the larger man away irritably.

"For God's sake, you're a cop, Penhall! A cop!" Hoffs shouted.

He grinned, letting way for Booker to pass through, "And you will do well to treat me as such, Officer Hoffs."

"Are even aware at how annoying you are?" she hissed, glowering.

Tom bit his lip, looking off to the cieling, as though in deep thought, "Very?"

"Your an idiot."

Doug tutted in disapprovel, "Oh, poor reply, Judy, very very poor."

She stopped pacing, spinning on her heals and glaring at her two collegues. They, too, froze, their heads jutted down on their necks to look at her, "GET LOST!"

She walked away.

Fuller came out of his office.

"HELLOOOO!"

Fuller, without looking up from his case report, said, his voice even, "Either you get lost or I'm docking your pay for a month."

The two brothers glanced at each other, Tom sliding off his bandana, "Paperwork?

Doug nodded, "Paperwork."

They went to their desk.

A/N I've had this in my head since that once episode...