Grumpy || Lindsay and Gus
Gus was not having a good day. There’d been three domestic calls, about the same fucking couple, seven 911 butt dials, and four flat out murders that he couldn’t figure out if he needed to cover or not. They were definitely the work of a serial killer, but it didn’t look like Ryan’s handywork. Or RWBoys’. He was not up to even considering what that might mean. So when he’d gone back to the office and got told he was no fun for not inviting Ray for ‘Bring Your Child To Work Day’, he’d revolted. In his own way.
Which was why he was here now, answering a noise complaint in a calm neighborhood. With Otto. Gus had gotten his dog a nice K-9 outfit for the occasion, stolen right from the station itself. He fucking dared anyone to tell him to risk his dog without a vest on any call. That aside, bringing Otto here was clearly a fucking mistake. The barking was almost louder than the awful screeching meows from inside the house. Gus held Otto in his right arm, close to his chest, prayed to every god his dog would shut the fuck up, and knocked on the door. Asshole better be home to answer or so help him he would find a way to turn this into a warrant for arrest.
