Vagos

In the Chief's Office

"Chief," the blonde woman replies, tone respectful, as her face opens into a friendly smile. Jewel, his mind growls, extends her hand towards the other woman, grip firm, as they share the handshake. Lassiter is still hung up on Vick's words, assessing the young woman in front of him. And she was young, younger than him anyway... maybe mid-twenties, but it was almost hard to tell with the bruising on her tanned face, spanning from her black eye out across her sharp cheekbone.

What, exactly, had she been getting into?

"Wait," Lassiter cuts in, incredulous, " Detective ?"

Vick raises an amused eyebrow, glancing between him and the short-haired detective. "And ATF agent," the Chief adds helpfully, gaze locking with his own. He wants to splutter, but restrains himself, lips thinning with the effort. Detective, and apparently Agent , Stewart looks at him, a smirk pulling at her split lip, hazel-brown eyes twinkling in the fluorescents of the bullpen. He glares at her, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

"Stewart, this way." Vick leads the newcomer towards her office, but Stewart doesn't leave without sending a respectful, if smug, nod over her shoulder, pocketing her sunglasses as she follows, Docs thudding softly on the tile. He watches her leave, noting the confidence in her steps, as the two women disappear into the Chief's office, the door closing firmly behind them. He releases a sharp burst of air through his nose, ears warming as he turns to the others, who are all staring at him with amusement.

"What," he barks, gaze baring into each of theirs in turn. Juliet looks positively awestruck, glancing back at the door where the new detective had just disappeared. When her eyes catch his, she scowls, punching him lightly in the shoulder for his earlier behavior. He's just started growling out his partner's name, when he's promptly cut off.

"Jewel is so cool ," Spencer breathes, before he and Gus point at each other, a stupid look on their faces at the obvious rhyme. Lassiter rolls his eyes at them, having even less patience than usual for their idiotic behavior. "You totally had your ass handed to you Lassie," before Lassiter can think to push Spencer against the nearest wall, or out of his precinct altogether, the fraud gets a mischievous twinkle in his eye, sending warning bells ringing in his mind. "Or should I say, Assiter?" O'Hara chokes back a chuckle as she thwarts his attempt to strangle the nuisance, which only has Spencer outright laughing as he retreats from his grasp.

Lassiter straightens, standing to his full height as he adjusts his holster, smoothing his shirt forcefully, without looking at any of them. The traitors, all enthralled by a shiny new toy . "I don't see what her issue is," he grunts, finally catching their eyes with a dark smirk, " somebody must be sensitive."

Without waiting to hear a reply, Lassiter turns, stalking towards his desk, only glancing through the Chief's windows once as he passes, seeing the detective speaking animatedly as she stands in front of Vick's desk. He tears his gaze away, falling into his own desk chair roughly, before scooting it in, and reopening the file he'd been working on when he'd entered work this morning. He feels, and promptly ignores , O'Hara's glare as she walks to her own desk, heels clicking softly on the tile, the detective duo close on her tail. He can faintly hear the three talking softly, theorizing Detective Stewart's undercover operation, her reason for being in Santa Barbara...as well as much more personal matters. He feels his eyes roll into the back of his head, trying, desperately, to ignore his partner, and the two nincompoops.

She's just another detective , he wants to yell, what's so intriguing about her ?! He would be lying, however, if he didn't find the thought of a large undercover ATF operation, happening in Santa Barbara, to be exciting. His interest was definitely piqued by the prospect of a large case. He glances up at the Chief's office once more, only to see Vick staring right back at him. "Lassiter! O'Hara! My office." At her barked command, he throws the case file back into his locked drawer, before letting his legs carry him, quickly, to the open office door, O'Hara clicking promptly behind him.