title: anything you can do i can do better
notes: Watching Bones and CSI and Criminal Minds often lead to wanting to write agent!UzuRyuko. I may or may not turn this into a full length fic, but for the time being, enjoy this drabble.
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"What did you do that for?" Ryuko grouses as she strips off her bulletproof vest and holsters her two handguns, all the while glaring at Uzu. "You stole my kill."
Uzu grins mockingly and changes out of his bloodstained shirt into the extra one he keeps in his trunk. "What are you talking about? That was totally my kill."
"Please," Ryuko scoffs. "If you hadn't bust through those doors he would have already been dead. From my shot."
"Whatever," he replies dismissively, slipping into driver's seat. He waits until Ryuko slides in, eyeing the blood distastefully but saying nothing of it, to say, "It was my shot that killed him. Therefore, my kill. Fifty-five, forty-nine."
"What? No way. Fifty-four, fifty."
"Fifty-five."
"Fifty-four."
"I killed him," he practically whines. He waves a hand out the window at one of the other officers and signals that he's leaving first. Getting the okay, he drives out of the alley and heads for the office.
"But I shot him first."
"But I killed him."
"But I shot him. Hey, do you still have my spare clothes at your place?"
"Yeah. But we gotta stop by the office first."
Ryuko hums and leans back against the plush of the car seat, picking dried blood off her fingers. "So long as I get a shower. And I still say it's fifty-four to fifty."