A cultural experiance. Part 3

[zomgitsalaura]

Sorry this took so long xD
Been writing it after uni lectures and it took a while.

Have to thank my wonderfull beta xxsomeoneelsexx. Eels is made of awesome and win x3

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"Stop that."

"Stop what?" Jazz grinned, spinning in his chair to peer at Prowl over the computer monitor.

Prowl leaned sideways, levelling his best disapproving glare in the investigator's direction. "You're humming, it is rather distracting."

The predominantly white mech laughed, reaching over the desk to flick the cables currently snaked out from under Prowls helm. "Ah'm bored—"he flicked again— "An' this is the fourteenth time you've run those numbers and gotten the same result. Whatever happened to the chasin' down of bad guys or gatherin' evidence from the crime scenes?"

Prowl flinched and slapped Jazz's hand away, disconnecting from the monitor. "You have been watching far too many crime dramas," he sighed. The cables retracted beneath his plating with a soft snick. "One officer does not do all of that work by himself. The entertainment vids condense many mechs into one character for simplicity's sake."

Jazz pouted, dropping his chin on top of his crossed arms as he leaned on Prowls desk "So…. yer just gonna sit 'ere doin' paperwork fer the whole time ah'm here?"

If this was true, Jazz was quite sure he was going to offline himself from boredom. Sure, they had given him some paperwork of his own to fill out, mainly pertaining to his apprehension of the illegal racer, but that had only kept him occupied for a little while.

Jazz was idly spinning the wheels on his lower legs when a mech behind him started chuckling, taking him by surprise. Prowl tsat up straighter and flicked his sensory wings in a strange salute towards his superior, something that Jazz subtly took note of.

Stakeout leaned over the cubicle dividing wall, holding out a datapad to Prowl and nodding to their 'guest'. "Actually, you DO have to go observe some crime scene investigation." He grinned at Prowl. "Our good investigator here needs to see ALL the different facets of the process, not just your primary function, otherwise he can't do his job properly."

Jazz barely held in a whoop of glee, grinning widely as Prowl read over the pad.

"A murder in tower beta-12?" Prowl huffed air through his vents. "Shouldn't the forensics team be dealing with this?" he asked, scanning through what information they already had.

Stakeout just grinned, leaning further over the cubical wall to pat the black and white enforcer on the shoulder. "You and I both know you're perfectly qualified to oversee this investigation." He laughed. "If you'd TAKE the damn job you'd have my position for Primus' sake."

"Get his job?" Jazz cocked his helm to the side "but, this is yer job isn' it?"

It was almost unheard of for mechs to gain promotion from their initial job placement without help from the senate. Jazz himself had literally been doing the same job, albeit a very NICE job, since he was sparked.

"Prowl here has the highest scores in literally every training simulation we have." Stakeout jerked a thumb in Prowls direction, the officer pointedly ignoring the two mechs gleefully invading his workspace. "We even had to make NEW ones for him. He won't take the promotion though, because he enjoys being in tactical too much."

Shoving one of his desk drawers shut with a snap, Prowl transferred the data from his simulations onto a fresh pad and dropped it onto the top of his 'out' pile. "There is nothing wrong with liking my job, thank you very much."

"True," Jazz grinned, tapping the nearest of Prowl's wings as he stood, trying to get the mech moving.

Prowl twitched at the hit, shooting Jazz an affronted look and fluttering the wing joins as though trying to physically shake off the feel of Jazz's hand on his wing. Like most mechs, Jazz didn't realise just how sensitive the appendages were, and tended to inadvertently grope them.

"Move it. Go." Prowl harried Jazz along with a hand to the small of his back, taking Stakeout's teasing with good humour after many years of experience with the higher ranking mech.

Jazz, however, was still snickering to himself. "They had ta make NEW simulations for ya? Jus' how qualified are ya?" he grinned, nearly tripping over his own pedes in Prowl's haste.

"I am qualified enough." Prowl rolled his optics. "They do not mind though and seem to enjoy making me fill in for other mechs when they are short."

"Ah, sounds fun. MUCH better than bein' behind that desk all day, in ma opinion." Jazz replied, twisting out of Prowls hold to walk beside him.

"Well that's YOUR opinion." The enforcer flicked his wings in a dismissive gesture before stepping out of the building, being careful not to hit himself on the doors as he went. "You must remember that while we are the crime scene you are NOT to touch anything, move anything, or disrupt the forensic teams."

"Ah know, ah know." Jazz waved his hand, the delicate components disappearing beneath his armour as he dropped down into his alt mode.

"Blah blah 'yer here t' observe an' write yer report blah blah.' Heard it all b'fore Prowler, ah've been doin' it a long time." He teased, red light-bars adorning his alt mode flickering as he talked.

"Of course, how could I forget" Prowl deadpanned back, dropping down into his alt mode as well and pulling out into the street, scanners sweeping behind him briefly to make sure Jazz was still following him.

/Just make sure you do not,/ he commed once they were onto the transport artery, smoothly switching lanes until they were pointed in the direction of the fake crystal tower that was their destination.