i changed my mind jenkins is now a woman there are too many guys sheesh. i also kinda wanna draw her haha

Once he felt like he'd terrorized the precinct sufficiently, Bad Cop introduced Benny as the new second-in-command and told them they could find him in his office "shoveling through the mountains of paperwork you useless gobdaws probably left for me." He slammed the door behind him and let Benny deal with the aftermath. It would be Good Cop out there doing that, but that wasn't exactly an option and Benny had agreed to be Bad Cop's PR assistant instead.

Sure enough, his new desk was stacked high with folders and loose sheets of paper and goodness knew what else. Outside the office, he could hear muffled arguing. He shook his head and sat down, digging into the paperwork. It was a nightmare. At some point, whoever was leaving these files on the desk had given up on trying to keep it organized, or forgot how they'd been organizing it – no matter the explanation, there was no rhyme or reason to the placement of anything.

There was a general assumption that Good Cop was the one who did all the paperwork since Bad Cop's temper was so short, but the truth was the complete opposite. Good Cop had very little patience for paperwork, and easy as it was to get Bad Cop riled up, he was the more focused of the two.

Bad Cop took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He was going to be here all day, and possibly all night.

There was a click and his office door swung open. Benny slid inside and shut the door. "Hey, man," he said, then noticed the mounds of paper Bad Cop was slowly sorting through. "Dang."

Bad Cop leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. "How did it go?"

Benny drifted over to the chair opposite the desk and sank into it. "Not many people are happy."

"I don't care about that," Bad Cop said. "Will they work for me?"

"A few walked out," Benny replied, "including that one guy you chewed out for arguing with you. But I think the rest will."

Bad Cop grunted. "Good. Did we lose anyone essential?"

Benny shook his head. "Nope. You know," he added with a grin. "You really looked like you were having fun out there."

Bad Cop allowed himself a small smile. "I was."

"You are one scary dude," Benny laughed.

"I do try," Bad Cop replied dryly.

"Seriously, though," Benny said, his forehead creasing a little. "How're you doing?"

Bad Cop had been worried that once the rush of adrenaline died out, he'd nosedive off a cliff into a pile of sharp rocks, but there didn't seem to be any aftereffects yet. "I'm actually feeling alright," Bad Cop said.

Benny looked relieved. "Good."

Bad Cop tapped his pen on his desk. "There's just one last thing I need to take care of," he said.

Benny raised his eyebrows. "Only one?"

"For now," Bad Cop replied with a twitch of a grin. "It's you."

Benny pointed at himself questioningly. "Me?"

"Yes, you. You need a uniform and a badge."

Benny's face lit up, and he shot into the air. "A real badge?" he exclaimed.

"Of course a real badge," Bad Cop replied, standing up. "You're going to be a real deputy."

Benny clapped excitedly. "Let's do this!"

Bad Cop grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and headed for the door, Benny floating after him. When he opened the door, he was rather pleased with what he saw. The station was moving about in a much more orderly fashion. He'd given the five highest rankings clear instructions on what he wanted each of them to do, and they seemed to be rising to the occasion. He caught sight of a familiar gawky figure and barked, "Jenkins!"

The young woman stiffened and turned on her heel, saluting. Bad Cop rolled his eyes. "Drop the salute, lassie, I told you this isn't the military. Now get over here!"

Jenkins hurried up to him. "Yes, sir?"

"How long have you been a detective?"

Jenkins look down. "Since T.A.K.O.S. Tuesday, sir. We were short-staffed."

"Eyes up here, lass," Bad Cop said, making a two-fingered gesture to his own. "How long have you been a cop?"

Jenkins met his gaze reluctantly. "One year, sir."

Bad Cop frowned. "That's an awfully fast promotion."

"I know, sir," Jenkins mumbled. "We were pretty desperate."

"Speak clearly," Bad Cop said. "Do you think this is a job you can do?"

Jenkins scuffed at the floor with the toe of her shoe. "I don't know."

Bad Cop stepped closer to her. Jenkins wasn't short by any means, but Bad Cop was very tall. "It's a yes or no question," he growled. "Do you think you've got what it takes?"

Jenkins swallowed, looking up at him. After a moment of deliberation, she said, "I think so, sir."

"Yes," Bad Cop said, casting a shadow over her, "or no?"

"Yes," Jenkins squeaked.

"I want some conviction here, girl," Bad Cop said.

Jenkins forced herself to straighten up and square her shoulders. "Yessir!" she shouted, a little too loudly out of nervousness.

Bad Cop clapped her on the shoulder and gave her her space back. "That's what I like to hear," he said. "Come with Ben and I for a tick. I'd like a proper tour of the station."