A/N: Told you there'd be a Volume 2, didn't I? :D This one's for a prompt by cuddyclothes on the spn_bigpretzel Outsider POV Comment-Fic Meme, written off the cuff without rewatching the episode (though I did check SuperWiki for names).


You Have to Laugh

Jake Miller's a blessed man. He knows that. He could be stuck walking a beat in Detroit, and Lord knows how low his odds of survival would be there.

Farmington Hills is a pretty quiet town, all things considered. In the county, there's more plants than people. Oh, sure, there's problems everywhere—he sees his fair share of drunks and druggies, domestic disputes of the usual sorts, and even a few of the unusual sorts. The one where the wife locked the husband out of the house in a bid to force him not to go to Lansing for chemo because she was just sure he'd never come back if he went was... well, one of the latter. But all things considered, it isn't a bad place to be from a LEO's perspective. And that helps a lot when it comes to keeping a sense of humor.

See, when you're a LEO, you have to have a sense of humor, even if it's off-the-wall gallows humor. Maybe outsiders find it gruesome and inappropriate, but you have to. Otherwise... well, just look at the news anymore. Too many officers who think the public is the enemy. Too many who can't take the stress and snap. Too many marriages that can't take the strain.

Jake can't imagine how the chaplains do it, especially in a place like Detroit. God bless 'em.

Anyway, Jake's at an age now where Kids These Days make for a good quip in more situations than not, even if he can't make the quip in front of anyone but a fellow LEO because the other catch phrase these days is Militarized Thug Cops. Not that Jake's department has any such problems, but national media being what it is... well. He just has to be audience-conscious, is all. After all, he's got to stand for re-election at least one more time before he gives in to his wife and retires.

And then he gets the call about Ed Nelson.

He can't help it. The whole situation is so totally bizarre, between the action figures and the chain mail and the crazy texts and the corpse that almost looks like the kid was drawn and quartered, except for the whole locked-room-mystery side of things. And these two FBI agents, Taggart and Rosewood... Taggart's got a stick up his rear, probably trouble at home that he's been taking out on his partner, and Rosewood sure isn't happy about it. Jake's got to inject some levity into the situation somehow.

So what comes out is, "These kids today, with their texting and murder."

And it almost works. Taggart's picked up on something—Lord knows what—and seems like he's wanting to tie himself up in work so he doesn't have to deal with whatever he's not dealing with, and Jake's not going to be the one to break him out of his mood. But blessed if he doesn't half-smile when Jake says that.

So Jake keeps the quips coming, even as he defers the weird to the agents. They know what they're doing, and this one's out of his league. But he can do a little to help keep things light, because you have to laugh. You have to.

If you don't... even Our Lady of Sorrows doesn't have enough tears.