the little things→ kate mckinnon

3-tampons

<The next thing I know I'm telling Leslie that I'll pay her back and text her whats going on, I rush out the door and hail a cap to the 20th precinct. 

I shut the cab door behind me as I thanked the driver, and walked into the precinct. I don't really know what I was expecting to see as I went inside, but it was nothing like Brooklyn 99 that's for sure. It wasn't hustling and bustling with business, it was dead and quiet, even the receptionist looked out of it as I told her why I was here. 

"Just take a seat and somebody will come and get you from the back."So there I was, sitting in the middle of an empty precinct, mind full of worry of what Clara had gotten herself into. 

"Kate...?" A female cop said as she stuck her head out from behind a closed door. I wondered why she didn't say McKinnon, but then I realized that I had only introduced myself to Clara as Kate. Good one. 

I grabbed my backpack and phone and walked to where she was. When I walked into the room, I was surprised to see that it was an interrogation room, and I instantly became even more worried. But as soon as I saw Clara and her lopsided grin and that she wasn't handcuffed to the table I was calm once again. 

"So Clara, now that Kate is here, would you like to tell us your birthday, social security number, and last name?"

I realize that Clara had kept this all to herself patiently waiting for me to show up, she trusted me. I took a seat next to her and held her handcuffed hand and watched her as she responded to the question. I finally learned that her last name was in fact Stevens and that she was born on May 8th, 2003. "And uhhh, Kate, whats your last name?" The female cop asked me."McKinnon." I responded. Something clicked in Clara's head as she turned to face me with her mouth wide open. "You... Kate?...McKinnon." She said breathlessly.

I winked at her and said "Yes, thats me, now why don't you tell me what you're doing in here, missy."

"Ms. Clara Stevens was found shoplifting at a variety store on 80th street. The total was $19.96—""Clara," I hissed "Why did you use the 20 I gave you?""Cuz it had your number on it... and I was going to call you right after I left the store." She mumbled.I put my hand on her shoulder, "So, Sergeant... Jeffreys, may I ask what Clara was shoplifting?" I said as I read her name tag.

"Oh uh, a box of tampons and some candy." I looked over at Clara too see her biting her lip as she shrugged at me.

I gave her a grin in response."Alright, well what paperwork do I have to fill out?" I sighed.Sergeant Jeffreys handed me countless forms and finally, after half an hour of signing and reading, we were finally able to leave. Thankfully the shoplifting charge would be off of Clara's criminal record once she turned eighteen."So, where to now?" Clara asked me as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. "I don't know, my place?" I shrugged. Clara stopped dead in her tracks, "Uh no, anywhere but there, I don't really think you'd want me there...""Clara, hun," I wrapped my arm around her, "Its fine, and plus, at my place, you get unlimited tampons, for free." I winked.She giggled and that was good enough for me.