Leather Jacket [Rosa Diaz]

Forty

TWO TURKEYS

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The end of the year came with all sorts of anticipation: the new year, Christmas, and of course, Thanksgiving. It had been an eventful few weeks: Charles bought a food truck that only sells one thing. Jake and Amy found a venue for their wedding which gets derailed by the Vulture--as was expected by him. And Rosa tried to out-laze Hitchcock and Scully but all failing somehow.

So, in the end, it was a relief when everyone showed up to work on Thanksgiving, "Gobble! Gobble! Tommy Gobbler's back and he wants to hear what you turkeys are thankful for." Charles waddled out of the elevator in a turkey suit.

"Charles, you gotta stop." Jake waved his hand about as the elevator doors shut on Charles' tail feathers.

"Nah. I don't gobble understand people." Charles squawked back, waving his finger in the air.

"But, Charles--" Rosa began.

"Gobble." Charles squabbled interrupting the curly headed girl.

"Dude."

"Gobble." Charles raised a finger in Terry's direction.

"Gobble, gobble, your tail feather is caught in the gobble door." Jake finally got out the words that everyone wanted to say.

"Thank you. Gobble--wait, what?" Charles' eyes widen as the elevator yanks in upward causing the boy to screech. "Ow." He groaned.

"I think your feathers are ripping." Jake pointed out as elevator doors continue to rip Charles' turkey costume off. "Gobble."

"Gobble." Charles gulped before dropping to the floor.

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Now, with the Charles fiasco over, Jake and Amy were in the breakroom discussing how to go about their two families meeting whilst, the rest of the squad were out in the bullpen, "We can keep it in my office until it's time to leave." Holt suggested his plan to his husband whilst he held a white pastry box.

Hitchcock and Scully both simultaneously rise from their chairs and follow Holt, "What do you have in the pastry box, sir? Brownies?" Scully guessed as Holt and Kevin turn around.

"No, you hold brownies from the side. He's holding it from the bottom." Hitchcock pointed out to his partner beside him.

"True. Maybe its a cheesecake." Scully took a second guess.

"But there's no condensation on the box. It's room temperature." Hitchcock tapped his chin in thought.

"Look at the finger spread, tensing in the shoulders. He's supporting something dense." Scully suggested as the two men turn to look at each other.