just for you {cadence}

[g. anderson best]

Since Anderson was a detective instead of just a regular cop, he actually got to pick out his clothes for work instead of wearing a silly blue uniform. Today, as most other days, he was wearing a crisp charcoal suit and dark leather loafers, hair combed with precision to be out of his face while he worked. He had just come back from a convenience store robbery bust and was still wearing his aviators. If he'd had his old partner, he'd have done the slow-motion victory walk through the doors, but his current partner--who he did like, even if he was bad at showing it--was not quite as enthusiastic about those sorts of things.

Instead of being awesome and victorious, Anderson strode into the station, making a beeline for his desk. He was going to have a ton of paperwork to fill out for this stupid tiny case and that was what was keeping the scowl on his face. As cool as it had been to grab the burglarizing punk and slam him against the counter, the thought of all of the things he was now going to have to fill out had kept him grounded in reality. He had already passed the criminal over to some grunts and so there was nothing left to distract himself with. It wasn't like there was anyone at a desk he wanted to stop and have a chat with.

Mouth set in a hard line, Anderson pulled out his desk chair and sat himself behind his computer. On the corner of his desk was a tiny model patrol car that he'd built himself, which served as a reminder both that he was awesome and that he was good at tedious tasks like putting tiny pieces of a car together or filling out stupid paperwork. With a sigh, he picked up a pen and a stack of papers from his desk and started filling them out.

[cadence amy ste julienne]

(outfit)

Cadence was the queen of independence and figuring things out for herself. She didn't need anybody to help her or interrupt her flow in any way. Except that the Police Station was deceptively cavernous, like a big stupid rat maze. There were no signs anywhere, it was terrible. She was something like twenty minutes early for her interview with the commissioner, but the weather outside was terrible and Cadence really didn't have anywhere to go. She stood under the eaves of the station for a couple of minutes to have a cigarette, but in the end she went inside, worrying about her perfectly neat hair becoming all frizzy for the interview. The key to becoming Channel Five's next female anchor was to always be uplifted, elegant and good-looking. No humidity could take her dream job away from her.

She clutched her raincoat in one hand, fat fil-o-fax, cigarette case and interview packet held tightly against her chest, totally lost. Nobody seemed to notice her in the sea of cubicles, everybody was totally absorbed in their work. All of these government employees were either really devoted to their jobs, or they were just fantastic at pretending to do work. Thank god she worked for a private company; taxpayers didn't pay her salary, so there was no need to feel bad when she didn't get any work done because she was dicking around on the internet all day long.

Excuse me- Cadence wasn't going to lie. She had tracked down the most attractive male in the office to ask. She couldn't be blamed-- she had been sexually repressed as a young girl. She bent down a bit so she wouldn't be looming over the poor man, who was doing some kind of police paperwork that she didn't care much about, gently touching his forearm to alert him to her presence. Uh, hi, Cadence Ste J, Channel Five news. Would you mind helping me find the commissioner's office? That was a truly handsome specimen of manhood. Like, descended-from-Adonis chiselled good looks. It's for an interview. Halloween safety stuff. Razorblades in apples, the same crap they roll every year.