I ended up doing some Jenkins doodles, they're in my art tag on tumblr (odd-gelato)

There wasn't much of the station to tour. It didn't take two minutes, and ended with Bad Cop standing crossly in the middle of the locker room, Benny floating bemusedly beside him and Jenkins sweating nervously.

"And this is it?" Bad Cop asked. "The whole station?"

Jenkins cleared her throat. "Yessir."

"What about the other stations?" he asked, surveying the cramped and rather smelly room. "I thought this was supposed to be the central one."

"From what I've seen, sir…" Jenkins said, shifting uncomfortably. "Worse."

"Good god," Bad Cop said. He hadn't fully realized until just then that by running the Secret Police as thoroughly as he had, he'd essentially made the real Bricksburg PD a façade. In a way, this was his own mess that he was now cleaning up. There was a justice in that, and he suddenly felt extra glad he'd taken the job.

The station's layout was badly organized and borderline filthy, with paint peeling in corners and tiles missing from the linoleum floor. The desks were rickety and the computers so out of date that Benny would be completely at home with them. And if this station was the one in the best shape… well, that was a disaster. He'd need to go around and inspect all the stations, figure out what needed repaired. He didn't want to ask the Master Builders for help – they were all busy with the rebuilding of the city and that was a higher priority. There was no way he was putting Benny in charge unless he wanted space stations. But he couldn't take care of it all himself, and he didn't want to even try. Building was not his area of expertise, and he was going to have his hands full whipping his new crew back into shape. "Jenkins!" he snapped.

She jumped a little. "Sir?"

He cast a critical eye over her. "How would you feel about a position of command?"

Jenkins gulped. "What kind of command?"

Bad Cop gestured at their surroundings. "Managing fixing up these stations."

"All of them, sir?" she asked, her voice cracking a little.

"All of them," he replied.

She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. When she didn't respond after a few moments, Bad Cop said, "Tell me, Jenkins. Why did you stay?"

"Sir?" she asked meekly.

Bad Cop crossed his arms, staring her down. "I'm sure you saw the others who walked out. I want to know why you stayed, even after I singled you out."

She looked away. "Because I'm a cop, sir," she said.

"Eyes up, Jenkins!"

Reluctantly, she met his gaze.

"And why are you a cop?" he asked. "Remember I want conviction."

Jenkins took a deep breath, and her expression became determined. "To protect and serve, sir!"

Bad Cop nodded in satisfaction. "Now," he said. "How about that position?"

Keeping the resolve fixed on her face, Jenkins nodded. "I can do it, sir."

"Good lass." Bad Cop pulled his notebook and pen out. He jotted down a name, a number, and a location, then tore out the page and handed it to her. "Talk to Emmet Brickowski," he said. "He'll be able to get you started."

Her eyes widened as she took the paper. "The Special?"

"He's a silly git," Bad Cop replied. "Don't be too impressed. Go on, now."

A goofy smile on her face, Jenkins sprinted away. Bad Cop turned to Benny, who was grinning from ear to ear. "What?" he asked irritably.

"You really are a big softie!" Benny exclaimed.

Bad Cop glared at him. "I'm a cynical bastard with a heart of stone."

Benny floated up to him and mushed Bad Cop's face between his hands. "And a squishy-fluffy center!"

"You have two seconds to stop that before I put a new crack in your helmet," Bad Cop said.

Benny put his hands up in concession, drifting away. "Say what you will," he said. "I know the real truth now."

"Well, keep it to yourself," Bad Cop grumbled. "I've got a reputation to uphold."

Benny mimed zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key, and Bad Cop rolled his eyes. "Come on," he said. "Let's get you in uniform."

Benny looked a bit ridiculous with his blue helmet and black police uniform, but he'd refused to relinquish the helmet, and Bad Cop didn't push the issue.

Of course, Benny was over the moon. "This is so rad!" he said, patting himself down. "I feel so official!" He paused, hand at his hip, and looked at Bad Cop in puzzlement. "Don't I get a gun?"

Bad Cop suppressed a shudder. "Not until I get the chance to train you properly."

Benny clapped his hands together. "Ooh, training! When do we start?"

"Later," Bad Cop said. "I've got a lot of papers to organize."

Benny followed Bad Cop's gaze to the desk, all but invisible under the mess of folders and papers. "Oh," he said. "Yeah. That's, uh. Fun."

With a sigh, Bad Cop sat down behind the desk and grabbed the nearest stack.

Benny hovered beside him, rather literally. "Is there anything I can do?"

Bad Cop shook his head. "No. You can go home if you like. I'll be here a while."

"Nah, I'll stay," Benny replied, settling into one of the two chairs against the far wall. "I can at least keep you company."

A small smile twitched at Bad Cop's lips, but he didn't look up. "Thanks, Ben."

"No prob," Benny said cheerfully.

As Bad Cop worked, Benny rambled on about spaceships he'd built and missions he'd been on. He didn't seem to expect Bad Cop to really listen, talking just to create an atmosphere of companionship, so Bad Cop just kept half an ear open and turned his attention to the paperwork. After an impressively long time, Benny began to slow, then began to yawn, and finally drifted off to sleep. By this point, in an attempt to bring some sort of order to all the paperwork, Bad Cop had made stacks of files on the floor, and the end result made it look like he was bunkered down in a paper fort.

Bad Cop stretched and leaned back in his chair, contemplating Benny. He smiled. It had been a good day.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Bad Cop called.

The door swung open, and Business walked into the office.