AN: Thank you Sophie and SpadesJade for coming back! This is actually going to be a seven chapter story; one for every day in their week. Thanks, JustWhelmed, for betaing again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Raylan was at his desk, hunched over his computer. He was not looking over at the open area of the office, but he heard familiar footsteps.
"Who's the woman?" A smooth, British voice said while the owner of that voice perched herself on the edge of his desk.
"A 250 pound man from Uruguay," he said, hiding his smile. "Wanted for murder, assault, and dogfighting."
A pause. "No need to be jealous then?"
Raylan laughed, "You are correct." He looked up and caught his wife's gray eyes. "Afternoon, Becky." The smile he was expecting, the outfit he was not. "Please tell me you are not running around impersonating a law enforcement officer."
She glanced down at the blue police uniform and picked off a piece of lint. "Would it help if I said it was for a case?"
"Where'd you get the gun?"
"Rachel loaned it to me."
Raylan wadded up a piece of paper and threw it onto his co-worker's desk. Rachel looked over at him, eyebrows raised. He pointed at Becky's holster and mouthed "You gave Becky a gun?"
"Without bullets," she mouthed back, before rolling her eyes and returning her focus to her work.
Slightly mollified, Raylan tried to lean back in his chair only to find Becky leaning over his shoulder. "Your fugitive is with his ex-girlfriend's mother-in-law."
"Thanks…" He smiled. "Not that it is not always nice to see you (especially in that uniform, he thought, hot damn) but why are you here?"
She shrugged. "I was observing a couple of officers testifying upstairs and I wanted to say hello before I go identify my X-Box smugglers."
"Hello, then." Really, he did not have a thing for women in uniform, but Becky in blues was doing a number on his libido.
Becky smirked and leaned down, lowering her voice so that it could not be heard across the office. "Unfortunately, the uniform is a loan from the Lexington Police Department, but I might be able to pinch the hat." She glanced down at his lap and gave him a sly wink. "Maybe the holster too." She kissed his cheek and hopped off his desk. "See you tonight."
He watched her saunter through the door, then, with effort, turned his attention back to his paperwork, wondering if Art would let him off early tonight.