Carlton rolls back in his chair, relaxed for once. Things 1 and 2 haven’t showed up at the station for a couple of days, and he is reveling in the peace and quiet.
He misses the days when they weren’t around. Unfortunately, it looks like they won’t be leaving any time soon.
He decides to go get lunch. His eyes are tired from looking over reports, so he needs a break anyways.
The instant he steps foot outside, Carlton notices the couple of officers and civilians gawking at the top of the building. He hurries down a few more steps, then turns around.
Of course.
Spencer is on top of the building. Clambering over dips and rises of the roof.
“Spencer!” he barks. His scowl is now firmly in place. “What the hell are you doing!?”
“Hey Lassie!”
Suddenly, Carlton remembers that the stairs up are out of commission. Repairs or something.
“Actually, how did you get up there?!?”
“Like I’d tell you my tricks!” Spencer shouts down.
Appetite lost, Carlton heads back inside to tell the Chief. His day is officially ruined.
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