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eight

chapter eight

season two episode two ; chocolate milk . . .

part one . . .

kenzie, jake, charles, terry, rosa, gina, zach, amy, holt . . .

ninety-ninth precinct . . .

bullpen . . .

nine-twenty-two am . . .

Kenzie and Jake were sitting at Jake's desk looking over a case. They were sitting close, but Jake was clearly being mindful to Kenzie's touch aversion because he was careful not to brush up against him. Amy was invested in her work opposite them, her and Zach working a case. Zach was at his own desk, making phone calls. Both men ignored Gina's playful winks and Charles' confused glances over at them.

"You see the pattern?" Kenzie asked Jake, pointing between the four crime scenes. Each home had been trashed, everything upturned and destroyed, but nothing had been reported stolen.

"Yeah I see it. What are you thinking?" Jake asked Kenzie, who frowned.

"I think he's looking for something." Kenzie mused. "But what, I have no idea."

"They all attend the same fancy club." Jake noticed. "What if it's an antique or something?"

"I'll see you tomorrow... thanks, doctor." Both Kenzie and Jake looked away from the file spread out across Jake's desk and looked over at Sergeant Jeffords desk, an eyebrow raised. "Have a good one."

"Hey there Sarge," Jake said casually, pushing his chair away from his desk and closer to Terry's desk. "Not to pry, but I couldn't help but overhear you're going to the doctor? Everything okay?" Terry looked around for a moment before scooching his chair closer to Jake and Kenzie, both of whom rolled their chairs closer. Terry silently took a note to ask Jake and Kenzie how they knew each other, both of them far too familiar to each other to only have met earlier in the week.

"I'm getting a vasectomy," Terry told them, and across the bullpen, Charles perked up.

"Why?" Kenzie asked though Terry didn't get a chance to reply when Charles started talking.

"My ears are burning. Did somebody say 'vasectomy'?" Charles asked, joining them. Jake, Kenzie and Terry stood up. "I got sniped, no big deal. Just numbs you out from trunk to skunk for about a year." Jake and Kenzie wrinkled their nose in disgust.

"It's not supposed to." Terry frowned at Charles.

"'Trunk to skunk'?" Jake frowned, disgusted.

"I have no idea," Kenzie said when both Jake and Terry looked at him, hoping his eidetic memory would help. It did not.

"Hold it up." Gina butt into the conversation, Zach standing next to her with his hands in his pockets and his hair slicked back. "You're gonna let some quack doctor knife around down there? You were blessed with great power, and you should never snip its wings. You should let it soar."

"Thanks, guys, that's enough." Terry stopped the conversation. "I don't need anyone's input."

"Neither does your wife, I guess," Diaz spoke up with a smirk. Jake high-fived Diaz.

"Look, you guys, if the Sergeant wants to chop off his penis, that's his choice," Kenzie said, crossing his arms with a smirk as Terry's glare bounced off him. He knew damn well what a vasectomy was, but teasing Terry was just too easy.