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The problem with being a good cop sometimes was that good cops made enemies. A lot of them, if they tried hard enough. And their team? Well, they'd sent a lot of people to jail. Hell, Aya got bonus enemies by working with the vice guys. There was really no telling, day to day, who had gotten out or who had violent friends on the outside...

It was a perfectly normal afternoon at the precinct. Sure, there'd been the usual influx of threatening letters, and someone had broken into Danny's car the week before but really, that was nothing to worry about. They even got off at a decent hour, six o'clock and Aya was following Danny down the precinct steps.

Nope, normal day in mid-June. The only abnormal thing about it was the '93 Chevie Caprice that turned a corner gunned up to double the speed limit as they were crossing the street. Aya had never liked Chevies. It was all so damn fast, neither one one of them really had time to think...only react. Aya was throwing Danny clear, back at the concrete steps, about the time she felt the bumper crack her knee.

Couldn't think about that. Rolling was a good idea right?

Well, she lived.

The medics told her she was as she came to in the hospital. Cracked knee, hip dislocation, several cracked ribs and a glorious concussion. Well, that was fun. Danny was fit to burst with anger, that weird vein throbbing in his temple. Hell, half the words about throwing old men around and playing tag with speeding cars were going right over her little pain killer hazed head. She waited for a halt in the tirade before she interjected "...so...m'not goin to dinner tonight?"

That made Danny blink. Then the yelling started again at a higher volume. The uniform guarding the door was working real hard to pretend he didn't hear the yelling.

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Aya took a moment to think about what the doctors would say about her being carted around, but really, it boiled down to wanting to be carried. So, she held her arms up to Dilan and smiled "Yes please?"

The uniform insisted on leading them to the doctor's parking area, and draping a blanket over Aya before they actually ventured out, but they made it to the sedan without incident. Aya had...no idea where they were going, so she just tried to hold still, not jostle injuries, and relax?

Dilan made her as comfortable as possible, and shoved Cat's carrier closer to Aya so that they can comfort each other. Cat doesn't really like being in the carrier.

"Want me to sit back here with you, love?"

Cat's carrier made a good brace to lean against, and she could wiggle her fingers through the mesh in front! They spent several moments assuring each other everything was okay. "There's no leg room back here..." she admitted at last. "And I'm probably going to fall asleep again..."

"Fair enough." Dilan nodded and settled into the passenger seat. "Is there anything you need before we get to the safe house?"

She tilted her head to the side, winced, then straightened her head. "...pain killers are wearing off. Swore they said a few more hours." Grumble, grumble, grumble. Sometimes life just worked like that. "And...m'hungry. Really hungry. I don't think hospital food is very nutritious." Because they had fed her. They really had! She shouldn't be this hungry still.

"Drive through?" he asked the driver, who shook his head;

"No can do, sorry. There should be groceries at the safe house, though."

"Mmmph." Not a happy Dilan noise, but better safe than sorry, "I've got some jerky with me, and I'll cook as soon as we're there." he said as he passed the packet of dried meat back to her.

Siiggghhhh said Aya.

MEAT! said her body.

Body trumped all right now! "You're a life saver dear. I think my stomach had been seriously contemplating my spine..." This was noted after she'd eaten several strips and fed tidbits to Cat.

At least it was a Dilan-sized snack? It should hold her fora little bit. Dilan started going over quick, high-protein recipes in his mind so that he could start as soon as he knew what he had to work with. Toss raw vegetables at her first, to hold her over while he cooked...

Cat meer'ed at the jerky and rubbed up against Aya's fingers before eating each little tidbit.

Aya was very grateful for large bags of jerky! It prevented her from something silly, like chewing on her own arm or something. Or him. Or the driver.

She could totally eat the driver. He looked small.

Apparently she could look rather feral while just sitting in the backseat and petting a cat?

"Sweetie, don't consider eating the driver." What? He knew that look. Also the driver was looking nervous, "We need him, you're on drugs and not allowed to drive and I can't."

"I wasn't!" Well, not with real intent to follow through? "I'm not allowed to eat rookies. That's what the first two years of beat are for!

"Eating rookies or getting eaten?" What? Dilan still didn't 'get' cops! Not even his beloved Aya!

The rookie was driving faster, now.

"Eating rookies and letting them adjust and kick their way out again or get eaten." It was like survival of the fittest! For cops!

Poor rookie.

"Gah, what could they give me that increases appetite like this? Pain meds are suppose to suppress! I want to file a complaint with the drug board."

"When I'm healing, I eat even more than usual." Dilan offered, "I wish I had my lab, though."

"Yeah...I'm not katzu." She stuck her tongue out toward the front seat and went back to dangling her fingers for Cat. "And I'm kinda shocked you don't have a traveling lab."

"Controlled chemicals." Dilan said in the vague tone of voice that meant you don't have anything regarding the clearance, love. "And such."

"So...someone else vetoed a pocket lab." That was what she got out of it! "Poor you. I'll see what I can swing for Christmas!"

"I could take samples, if," he turned to the driver, "you'd be so kind as to stop at my lab later?"

"I am under orders to take you straight there then go out on a two week training stint out of state. Sorry." The rookie shrugged. "It keeps anyone from capturing me and making met talk or such."

"I will give samples though."

"Hmmm. If I rewire the refrigerator..." Dilan zoned out into technical thoughts about how to turn the refrigerator into a lab quality one.

"...it has to be safe to hand over later dear." Just saying. "And still only use enough power that the force can afford to keep the lights on."

"Mmmm." he waved one hand in a vague circle, "I can lower the electricity usage after I hit a hardware store."

"I"ll call the chief at some point, let him know about the upgrade." Wait, he probably wouldn't stop with just a fridge would he? "Upgrades."

"Thanks, sweetie." Dilan said, followed by the potentially ominous; "I wonder if there's a basement. I could do a lot with a basement."

"It's possible. What would you do with a basement?" HE HAD HER FULL ATTENTION. "Would I be afraid of the basement?"