ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ Far Cry [Brooklyn Nine-Nine]

03

No sooner had Jane sat down in her car, closed the door and put the file, of the Nine-Nine people, on the passenger seat, than she closed her eyes and let her forehead fall against the steering wheel.

Holy shit.

There one made already over years, successfully a curve around such types and then, zack boom, one meets after statement of the 99th one of the worst kind. Whereby, worse it probably always goes. But Keith seemed to have set the bar pretty high.

So much for the FBI. You'd think that an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, like Jane was, would know when someone was talking trash. Yes, you would think that with the best will in the world, and yet, she didn't.

But the worst part of the whole fiasco was, nothing would change, no matter how much Jane got angry; wanted to scream and or, was cursing, because of her own stupidity. None of it would change. Done, had only happened once. And now, she had to deal with life. Actions have consequences. These were the consequences after she got involved with the 'vulture'. Which, in reverse, meant that she could now tick it off and get back to the case.

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"You," Jane said with a snap, pointing to the office whose door was open, "Office. Now. Both of us."

"That was quick. The two of us..... " but Jane was already grabbing Keith by the upper arm and shoving him into the captain's office, whereupon, the door slammed loudly into the lock, "All right, what did those knuckleheads say?"

"What an incredibly nice person you are," Jane replied sweetly, causing Keigh to begin nodding, "Oh, you won't believe the great stories they had to tell about you."

"Let me guess, Peralta? That jerk is...." at that moment Jane slapped Keith against the upper arm, who put his hand on the spot and afterwards, looked at her uncomprehendingly, "I didn't do anything to you. Oh my God, don't tell me you're such a crazy...."

"Your brother's wife, really?" interrupted Jane Keith, looking at him in complete bewilderment, who obviously didn't know what she was talking about, "You were going to sleep with your brother's wife? There are enough people walking around at a funeral and you choose, of all those present, your late brother's widow? So please. Come on. How, how....?"

"Joint grief processing," Keith replied as if this was normality or a trivial aside, causing Jane's mouth to open a little because this was beyond her grasp and she needed a moment to process those two words, "While you're here. How about tonight?"