Fic for notacargojet

[teleparkman]

Newly promoted Detective Parkman watched the detective outside the interrogation room for a moment before approaching him. “Hey, Jim,” he said with his charming smile. “They’ve switched some stuff around, this is my case now.” He reinforced it with a mental command: Everything’s in order. You don’t want this case anyway.Jim let out a sigh of relief

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[notacargojet]

Yeah, thanks.

[teleparkman]

Any time, bossman. *Grins*

[notacargojet]

You keeping all right?

[teleparkman]

You know me, I'm always good.