A/N: I am craving donuts for some reason. Also, this is the fault of a prompt over on Livejournal in the 'Summer In Harlan' meme. :D
"Hey."
She looked up, pen poised.
"Your eyes look kinda glazed there, deputy. Would you like a donut?" Gutterson had a monstrous box of Krispy Kremes balanced on his hand, the cellophane-and-paper lid propped open. He was expectant.
Rachel smiled quietly and shook her head. "No thank you." She dropped her head behind the ranks of paperwork and filled out one more description.
Tim did not move on. Instead, he stood stock still for a moment, and then flapped the lid at her, making the cellophane rattle.
"Really, Tim. I'm fine!" She tried to be pleasant. However, pleasantness was a precious commodity when you were buried under three stacks of paper, a foot and a half high each.
"And I'm not eatin' all these by myself. Come on."
She sighed and put her pen down on the desk. It was a cheap little ballpoint thing that kept clogging up and refusing to write. Blue ink. She frowned at it, and then looked up at Tim.
"Is there any coffee in the break room?"
"Can't have donuts without coffee."
She pushed back from her desk, stretched her legs out, and followed the rattley box down the hall.
"Where did you get those anyhow?"
"Our friend the judge bought a whole bunch of them for the Little League fundraiser. I liberated a box a couple of hours ago."
"Tim. That's basically stealing from the Little League."
"It is NOT. I would NEVER steal from a bunch of kids." He sat the box down on the rickety break-room table and reached for the coffee pot. Rachel twisted a couple of Styrofoam cups off the stack and held them both out. "It's stealing from the judge." He filled both cups and took one from her.
"Its criminal behavior, is what it is." She took a sip of the scalding liquid-scaldED, more like it.
Tim picked a donut up out of the box and wrapped it in a napkin. He offered it to her, snagged one of his own. "Shut up and eat your donut, Deputy Brooks."
"Back at you, Deputy Gutterson."
Art showed half a minute later and between the three of them, they killed the 24-count box of Krispy Kreme donuts. Later, Raylan bitched and moaned because they never had good stuff to eat while HE was stuck doing paperwork.