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Julius Chou had felt eyes on him for at least a minute before he decided to look up from his paperwork. He found his new partner watching him with a small grin on her face. She’d rolled her chair over to his desk and was sitting backwards in it, contemplating him.

“Do you want something?” Julius asked, opting for politeness and trying to ignore the fact that Cynthia’s own work was just sitting there on her desk. Unfinished. Come to think of it, in the few days since they’d been assigned together, he’d hardly seen her doing any work that wasn’t field work, which was what she seemed to enjoy with a relish. He had to admit that she was good in that respect, but still… he eyed the paperwork on her desk dubiously.

“I realized that we don’t know each other very well,” Cynthia said conversationally. “Which just won’t do, if we’re gonna be working together.”

Julius’s sigh was very small and contained. “Can’t that wait until after work?” he asked.

“Well, I can already tell you’re a stick in the mud,” Cynthia said, and Julius bristled. “Come on, there’s plenty of time to finish everything! What do you like to do for fun?”

Julius contemplated ignoring or brushing off the question, but he could already tell that Cynthia was not someone who would be deterred easily, at least not from slacking off. Perhaps if he answered quickly and briefly, they could get back to work faster. “I like quiet things,” he said, very pointedly.

“That’s cool,” Cynthia said, and she sounded surprisingly genuine. “Hobbies? TV shows?”

“I don’t watch TV,” Julius said absently, scratching down something on the report in front of him.

He looked up as Cynthia let out an affronted gasp. “Oh my god, are you one of those people?”

“What people?” Julius asked, with a slight scowl.

“The people who think TV is beneath them.”

Julius shrugged. “I just think there are better ways to spend my time.” He made another note on the report.

“You are,” Cynthia said. “I can’t believe this.”

Julius kept writing.

“Come on, everyone has one TV show,” Cynthia said.

“I don’t,” Julius said shortly.

He looked up to find Cynthia shaking her head at him, looking disappointed. “This just won’t do,” she said, and he probably should have been wary of the sudden gleam that entered her eyes, even as she rolled away, back to her own desk.

“What genres do you like?” Cynthia asked the next morning, as she waited behind Julius in the line for the coffee maker.

“What?” he asked, glancing back.

“Of fiction,” she clarified. “Or do you like nonfiction?”

 Julius narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. “Are you still going on about the TV thing?”

“Maybe,” Cynthia said, in a tone that clearly indicated that it was so.

Julius moved forward and grabbed a cup as the way to the coffee maker cleared. He sighed. He was doing that a lot lately. “Either is fine,” he answered. “Any genre is fine.”

“So you like anything, but you don’t watch TV,” Cynthia said, moving to lean against the counter so that she could face him and shaking her head with a grin. “Amazing.”

“I don’t see why it matters,” Julius said, watching the steam rise as he poured coffee into the cup.

Cynthia shrugged. “It’s a whole storytelling medium, and you’re missing out. Sad, really.” Her head tilted as she regarded him curiously. “Not even TV documentaries? Seems like your style.”

Julius paused before picking up his cup, eyeing her suspiciously again. “Is that because you think I’m a stick in the mud?” he asked wryly.

“No,” Cynthia said. “I like the occasional documentary every now and then, and I’m not a stick in the mud. It just seems like you.”

Julius was silent for a moment. “I have watched a few,” he admitted.

“Hah!” Cynthia said in triumph. “So you have watched some TV. That’s a start.”

Julius had no idea what she meant by that as she shooed him out of the way so that she could get her own coffee.

“So when you say any genre, do you mean it? Or was that just like a generic ‘please go away’ answer?”

It was much later in the day, when they were wrapping up work and preparing to head home. Julius almost found himself laughing at the sudden directness of the question, but he stopped himself.

“I meant it,” he said, shoving a few folders into his bag. “I find genre to be a bit... limiting.”

Cynthia looked intrigued. She had already picked up everything and was waiting for him to finish. “So do I,” she said. “Maybe you’re not a complete stick in the mud.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“So that means you like books? Movies, maybe?”

Julius shouldered his bag, and the two of them fell into step as they left the station. “I read a lot,” he said. “And I do like the occasional movie.”

Cynthia shook her head with an exaggerated sigh. “We’ll set aside a proper appreciation of movies for another day.”

Julius tried not to smile. “So does this mean you’re planning on converting me to the cult of television?”

“You see, you are one of those people,” Cynthia said with a laugh. “Cult, honestly. Only if you’re willing to give it a try. Got any preferences?”

It took Julius a moment to realize that she was back to genre again. Much like the rest of her personality, her conversations tended to move at rapid speeds, with little transition. He shrugged. “Believe it or not, I’m not picky,” he said. When Cynthia glared at him and his lack of a real answer, he added, “And I like sci-fi, probably a bit more than I should.”

Cynthia’s face lit up. “That’s another start,” she said. “Soft sci-fi? Hard?”

“Everything,” Julius said.

“Definitely not a complete stick in the mud, thank god,” Cynthia said.

Julius was beginning to think that was how she delivered compliments.

“I’ll even provide food. And only an idiot would say no to a free meal.”

Julius glanced away from his intense observation of the warehouse for the briefest of moments. “We’ve only been partners for a week, and you’re inviting me to your house?” he asked.

Cynthia shrugged. She was sprawled out in the passenger’s seat, looking far too relaxed for being on a stakeout. “You’re the farthest thing from skeevy that I’ve ever seen,” she said. “And I am an excellent judge of character.”

“You’re very confident,” Julius said, looking back at the warehouse.

“Yes,” Cynthia agreed.

Julius held back a smile. She had invited him to her home for what she called an experimental Friday night TV viewing session, and he was almost tempted. There was something about her that was charmingly irresistible. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.

“I don’t know,” he said instead.

“Just give it a try,” Cynthia said coaxingly. “Just one try, that’s all I ask. I picked the perfect show for you.”

“And you’re certain of that? After what, three conversations about it?”

“I told you,” Cynthia said. “I know people.”

Julius pretended to think about for a while, even though he’d already decided. “Fine,” he said, with another of his frequent sighs. “I guess it can’t hurt.”

He glanced to the side to catch a brilliant grin on Cynthia’s face. It suited her. “Good,” she said. “Friday night at 6, then.”

Shaking his head, Julius turned back to the warehouse. “I can’t believe we’re making plans on a stakeout,” he said. Cynthia’s general air of irresponsibility was rubbing off on him, it seemed.

“We’ve been here for hours,” Cynthia said, and he heard her fiddling with something. “Besides, the dude just walked out.”

“What?!” Julius demanded, doing a double take and finally noticing the furtive figure skulking near the back entrance of the warehouse. Beside him, Cynthia already had her gun out. Julius didn’t understand how she’d noticed before him when she barely seemed to be paying attention in the first place.

“Honestly,” Cynthia said, “you call yourself a detective.”

With a grin, she opened the door on her side of the car, and sighing yet again, Julius followed suit.

As the credits began rolling, Cynthia got up to eject the disk and busied herself with putting it back in the case and putting it away.

“Wait,” Julius said, and Cynthia paused in mid-movement. “Where’s the rest?”

A look of slight alarm flashed across Cynthia’s face. “Didn’t I tell you?” she asked, a bit guiltily.

Julius tried not to feel panic. “Tell me what?”

“Um, well… it got canceled after half a season,” Cynthia said, with the expression of one who had to deliver painful news.

Julius stared at her. Surely he couldn’t have heard that correctly. “What?”

“Poor executive handling and all that. Turned it into a bit of cult legend, actually.” Cynthia was suddenly very busy putting the DVD away. She’d told Julius that some shows you just had to own a physical copy of, and he was beginning to understand why she’d bought this one. “Could have sworn I told you…”

“You didn’t!” Julius said accusingly, leaning back on the sofa in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me.” There was a note of pleading in the statement. Maybe she was just pulling his leg. It seemed like the sort of thing she would do.

“’Fraid not,” Cynthia said. She smiled weakly. “Told you it was good, though! Knew you’d like it.”

“And that’s it?” Julius demanded, not acknowledging that Cynthia had been right and that maybe television was sometimes a fun thing.

“Worry not,” Cynthia said. “They made a movie to wrap things up.”

Julius glanced at his watch. It was already so late that it was Saturday, after their second experimental Friday night TV viewing session, which he’d agreed to in order to finish the first (and apparently only) season. Though Cynthia seemed perfectly game for a ridiculous amount of binge-watching, she’d told him that he needed to ease his way into it before he reached the level of a pro. As if he’d ever stoop to that... was what he’d thought, at first.

Julius glanced at the TV. Maybe he would.

“I don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow,” he said lightly.

Cynthia grinned and fetched the movie.

As the credits rolled, Julius turned to Cynthia, his face set in a stony glare.

There was a grin dancing at the corners of Cynthia’s mouth that she didn’t bother to contain. “Okay, I purposefully didn’t warn you that time.”

“What the hell,” Julius said.

“You’re welcome!” Cynthia hopped off the couch to retrieve the DVD and avoid Julius’s death glare.

Once again, Julius leaned back in a state of shock. “Why would they do that?” he asked. “I mean, if there’s not going to be any more, why end it like that?”

Cynthia shrugged. “Sometimes I pretend certain things didn’t actually happen. Denial is your best friend when it comes to TV watching.”

“I’m not sure if I want to watch anymore TV,” Julius muttered.

Cynthia closed the DVD case with a snap and looked back at him with another grin. This one was irritatingly knowing. “You sure about that?”

Damn it. Damn it. Julius couldn’t believe he’d let her talk him into this. She’d disarmed his resolve with hardly any effort, and he couldn’t understand how, and now he knew he was lost. He sighed deeply. “Got any more recommendations?” he asked with a groan, hating himself.

Cynthia laughed. “I’ll have to see. That’s for next time, assuming you’d like a next time?”

Julius looked at his watch again. It was so late that by the time he got home, it would practically be light outside. Then he looked back up at Cynthia with a small smile. “Is it okay if I crash here for the rest of the night?” he asked, letting that be his answer.

“The couch is yours,” Cynthia said.

One Of Those People
A slightly late holiday season gift for X-I-L2048This is sort of pre-Julius/Cynthia and set very vaguely in that cop AU you have. (Julius is one of those snobs who thinks watching TV is beneath him until Cynthia drags him over to the dark side.) Thank you for being an amazing friend and being so patient with me and how long it takes me to write stuff, and I hope you like this! (I'm posting it here and on Tumblr for maximum convenience.)


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