A/N: I decided to put a chapter to see if the readers can figure out what it means.
Disclaimer: I do not not own any of these people, settings, etc. et cetera etc.
Chapter 4: Up for Interpretation
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"Listen to me, Spencer. The department's reputation is on the line with this one. If I catch you anywhere near this case, I will throw every book I can find at you."
She smirked.
"What if you find the Bible? You gonna throw that too? Seems a little sacrilegious to me, don't you think?"
Lassiter held his anger in and just walked back into the room quietly. Shana watched him until he disappeared. She rubbed her bruised, aching shoulder that had hit the wall.
"Ow."
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"He put his what in your what?"
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"I know you are happy that we closed the Arsassin case but I think that is enough celebratory drinks."
"But Gussy, I don't wanna go yet," said a bubbly and drunk Shana, swaying slightly.
"You're about to fall over," said Gus as he took the glass away from her non-resisting grip.
He grabbed her arm and helped her get down from the booth. Gus started leading the tipsy Shana to the door when she stumbled and would have hit the ground if he didn't wrap his arms around her waist. He pulled her back up. Shana was laughing.
"That was fun and you're my hero. I should reward you," she said.
She gave him a peck on the lip and started giggling. Gus sighed, rolling his eyes, and once again started pushing her to the door not expecting her to choose that moment to pass out. He caught her again before she hit the ground and picked her up bridal style.
"You do not handle alcohol well."
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"Nice shooting detective."
Shana was breathing hard, leaning against Lassiter's car's hood.
"Did you just call me detective?" she asked Lassie.
Henry and Carlton glanced up at her.
"No."
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"Why do you always wear hats?"
Shana shifted his eyes from Lassiter tap-dancing to Juliet who had just asked her a question.
"What?"
"Why do you wear hats all the time?" asked Juliet, rephrasing her previous question.
Shana thought.
"I have a… bad hair day?" she ended it like a question.
Juliet lifted an eyebrow and snorted in disbelief.
"You have a bad hair day every day?"
"A matter of fact, I do for your edification."
Juliet laughed
"You took that from Carlton."
"I do not deny that."
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AA/N: So, what do you think this chapter stands for?