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Who: Leon and Liv
What: Leon's back at work
When: Thursday, August 23
Where: The morgue
Ratings/Warnings: Low/none
Status: Complete


Between getting shot, and then getting suspended, it felt to Leon like it had been a lifetime since he’d actually been able to go and do any actual police work. Good old fashioned, nose-to-the-grindstone detectiving. It, on top of everything else that had been going on in his life, was driving him insane. Even with the security gig that Anakin had managed to net him, he still had had far too much time on his time, time that he had spent, mostly, drinking.

It felt good to be able to get back to it. He swung open the door of the morgue with vigor. “Heya, Liv,” he called cheerfully. “How’s it going?”

Liv had been waiting for what felt like forever for Leon to come back to work. None of the other detectives would take her out to crime scenes. Probably because of the whole getting shot thing with Leon that one time. But still. It was hard to have visions of a victim’s life and not be able to trigger ones that could help solve the murder.

When Liv heard Leon was coming back to work she prepared. “Hey!” Liv greeted just as cheerfully rushing over to him and giving him a hug. “I’m so glad you’re back,” Liv said as she released him from the hug already retreating to the break area. She retrieved the Welcome Back cake she had gotten for him.

Leon stiffened when she hugged him, and then he awkwardly patted her on the back, and before she knew it she was taking off for the break area, Leon following in her wake. For a moment, he stared at the cake, then at Liz, and frowned. “Is that for me?” he asked, tentatively. He didn’t think anyone had ever gotten him a cake, at least not since his mom had baked him ones for his birthday as a kid, or the ones he ate with D in in dreams (but, to be fair, none of those had been bought specifically for Leon), but that probably had more to do with the fact that he didn’t particularly like cake than anything else.

“Of course!” Liv replied with a large smile. “Who else would it be for?” It wasn’t like anyone else was coming back to work today. “I’ve missed you.” Liv had no problem admitting that. Leon was more than just her favorite detective to work with. He was her friend.

Leon smiled sheepishly when Liv said that she missed him. “Well, you would’ve done better with a steak than a cake,” he said gruffly, though even as he said so he was going into the drawers to grab himself a knife to cut into it. Just because he didn’t like sweets didn’t mean that he was going to eat them.

“A welcome back steak just isn’t the same. They are hard to write on,” Liv teased setting the cake down on the small breakroom table so Leon could cut into it. “Once you finish we can go out in the field!” Liv added cheerfully.

Leon shrugged. She was probably right; the only thing you could write on steak with was HP sauce, and that would be way too much sauce on one steak. “Yeah, it’ll be nice to get out from behind the desk,” Leon said. “How was working with Atwood?”

“It was fine,” Liv replied. “He’s a bit of a stickler for the rules. Even if I did mention my visions I don’t think he would have taken me out. Hell he probably wouldn’t have even believed I have them.”

Leon snorted. “Not an imaginative bone in his body,” he scoffed, as if he had been so quick to believe Liv’s visions when she’d first told him. “Though, I’m pretty sure everyone heard me get reamed out by the Captain when you got shot. Can’t say I blame them for not taking you out anymore.”

He cut himself a piece of cake and almost cut one for Liv too, before remembering she couldn’t actually taste anything. The thought of her slathering the cake with hot sauce was one too weird to even contemplate, so he put the knife down, frowned at the cake, and wondered if she expected him to eat the whole thing himself. Well, at least Chris and Alex would probably enjoy it.

“I still don’t get why you had to report that,” Liv replied. She had healed. Leon could have kept his mouth shut and no one would be the wiser. And maybe more people would take her to crime scenes, in case Leon ever got himself suspended again.

“You don’t have to eat the whole cake now,” Liv said practically reading Leon’s mind. But it was mostly because she was ready to get back into the field.

“Good. I wasn’t going to anyway,” he grumbled, as if he hadn’t just been thinking about it. He wolfed the rest of his slice down. “You eaten today?” he asked, and tried not to think about what she’d eaten. It was less of a question of concern, and more about whether or not it was worth taking Liv to the crime scenes just yet.

“Yeah,” Liv replied. “This morning.” It was getting close to the end of her stash for this victim, but the case was still unsolved. “The crime scene is pretty old now.” Thanks for being gone so long Leon. Though it wasn’t his fault he got shot. The suspension though? That kind of was his fault. “But maybe we could go to her house?” She had already been to some of the stores the lady shopped at. It was how she ended up the the crystals in her bathroom.

If you asked Leon, his suspension was entirely Stanton’s fault. He didn’t regret breaking his beaky little nose at all; he would’ve done it again if he could have. “Well, let’s hope there’s still something there.” If not any actual evidence, than at least a vision that would point them in the right direction.

He finished off his cake, and stood up. “Well, let’s get this show on the road.”