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edited 1/12/23
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"They're here! Boyle and Neveah are here!" Jake announced, rushing into the bullpen, joining the rest of the squad who were standing in the middle, Amy holding a sign that had 'Welcome back Boyle and Ryan' written on it in big letters, Hitchcock holding a few balloons.
"This is so fun," Gina grinned, "I wish you guys got shot more often."
"Buh-buh-buh-back in the Nine-Nine." Boyle cheered, holding a salute to his hand as he rolled out of the elevator, one of the uniformed officers opening the gate to the bullpen for him. Neveah trailed behind Charles, the crutches, that she hadn't wanted to use, tucked under her arms for support as she slowly waited for Charles to enter through the gate, face contorted in a frown. The squad started clapping and cheering as the two walked into the bullpen, everyone's smiles causing a small smile to appear on Neveah's face.
"Welcome back, detectives." Holt proclaimed, everyone finishing up their clapping as the two injured detectives came to a halt in front of the group.
"Wow, is this all for us?" Charles wondered, looking around at all of the balloons and the sign in Amy's hands.
"Of course it is." Jake confirmed, almost scoffing at the ridiculousness of the question. "What are you wearing there, buddy?" Jake asked Charles, who was wearing a pair of loose athletic shorts.
"Oh, none of my pants fit over my butt cast." Charles answered, gesturing to the shorts. "Lucky for me, my mom lent me a pair of her leg warmers."
"That is lucky." Jake grinned, trying not to laugh. "Neveah, you clearly had no such issue, huh? Even managed to get jeans over your cast?"
"Oh, yeah, I didn't get a cast. Just gauze and a bandage. I've dealt with being shot in the leg before anyways. Stupid doctors made me use these fucking horrors of an object though." Neveah commented, gesturing to the crutches under her arms. "I don't even need to use them, see?" Neveah set the crutches to the side, Rosa moving closer to the red-head as a precaution, luckily too, as when Neveah straightened from putting the crutches down, the sudden amount of weight her legs had to accommodate for caused her knees to buckle a little, Rosa catching her before she could injure herself anymore, passing the crutches back to Neveah. "I stand corrected, but in my defence, last time I got shot in the leg, I didn't use them at all." While Neveah said this as if nothing was wrong, more than half of the squad was staring at her like she was insane, just casually admitting to have being shot more than once. "Why are you all staring at me like that? Go back to fussing over Charles, jeez."
"Okay then...Pretty sweet scooter Charles." Amy commented, lowering the sign a bit.
"Yeah, I know. Check out these doughnuts." Charles started trying a doughnut in the scooter, knocking a pile of paperwork down to the floor.
"Oh...That went terribly. Can I help you with something?" Jake asked, arms crossed over his chest.
"Nope, nope." Charles denied, putting his hand up, stopping Jake from moving forwards. "Everything is under control. I picked up a couple reacher grabbers." Charles made a show of whipping the grabbers out, almost hitting Jake in the face, the aforementioned flinching backwards. "So, I'm able to do everything that I used to do. So now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make myself a morning cup of coffee like I do every day."
