Love, in Progress

*crashing noises*

The phone rang a few times before being picked up.
"Miguel Goldsworth, you are an absolute asshole" Ricky snapped down the line.

"Good morning to you too... is this about that Detective's friend? Because I swear I had no idea-"
"It's not", Ricky snapped, "Wait, how do you know what happened? I didn't tell you about Horsely..." Ricky queried.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, "I make it my business to know what happens in and around town, Ricky. Also mom told me when I called her on Saturday."
"You call mom?"
"Ricky, of course I call mom- are you kidding? I'm a businessman, I'm not heartless."

"Actually I think you are heartless- roping me into your mob bullshit!"
"Oh- ohhhh Dios mìo! I completely forgot about that!", Miguel said with a laugh, "So I'm guessing you've met Little Andy?"
"This isn't funny Miguel!"
"Hey, you said you were gonna repay all of the favours you owe me-"
"Yeah I meant occasionally doing the washing up, dumbass" Ricky interrupted with a hiss.

"Look, it's not a big thing!"
"It is to me! I don't want to get into trouble!" Ricky explained.
"Well, I guess you'd better be more careful then, brother" Miguel concluded, hanging up the phone.

"Any luck?" Tinsley asked, stepping into the room after Ricky had finished venting into the void. It was all in Spanish, so Tinsley didn't catch any of it- however context alone told him it was bad news.

"No- he's a stubborn little shit, but.. he's right though... I just didn't think that-"
"Your actions would have consequences?" Tinsley interrupted.
"Okay okay, I know what you're getting at- rich pretty boys can't get by in life just by throwing money at problems..."

Tinsley nodded.

"And that I can't have everything just handed to me..."

Tinsley nodded again.

"But I still think that what Miguel did was unfair and petty" Ricky concluded, settling into Tinsley's chair.

They had been in the office for half an hour- sneaking in through the window to avoid being seen.

"Ow, that's my foot-"
"Grab the window ledge! Hurry up!"
"I can't-"
  *crashing noises* 

Suffice to say, their first attempt had been unsuccessful (Ricky claimed that it was 'a lot easier when he did it by himself'- that reminded Tinsley that he should speak to Banjo about upgrading security around the office) but they managed to get in the second attempt. The window was inconvenient, yes, but Tinsley could risk losing his job if he was seen handing the files over to Ricky, and worse still, over to the mob.

"Look I don't think that I can just take the files off of you" Ricky admitted
"It's not that big of a deal, I'll put them on my desk and turn my back, that way I won't have seen you take them" Tinsley said, turning to face the wall.

"Alright then, this conversation never happened" Ricky announced, tucking the files into his bag.
"Yup" Tinsley confirmed.
"I was never here."
"Neither was I."
"The files were stolen."
"It's gonna be a mystery."
"Well, this place is full of Detectives."

"And nobody will ever notice them missing", the Detective smiled, revealing an identical set of folders to the ones Ricky had taken, "The Photocopier- god I love new technology."
"...You are such a dork, I love you."