Detective Amy Santiago was not having a good day. One might say it was a bad day.
All because, as Jake might say before Amy would slap him, of one little thing.
Perhaps she was getting ahead of herself.
Every Friday, Captain Holt asked one of his detectives to catalogue all the new evidence from the week and this week, Amy had drawn the short straw.
Much to the ire of Rosa given that Amy was her ride. Mind you, Rosa didn't care enough to actually help Amy.
So it was that Amy Santiago was cataloguing all the new evidence on her own.
Quite mindless work to be honest. Guns, drugs, laptops. All fairly standard.
It was only when Amy fished out a batch of test tubes containing clear fluid that her day went pear shaped.
"Aaand done!" Amy smiled as she finished cataloguing all the evidence from a recent chemical lab bust. The book was placed back in its housing and Amy had only to put the test tube holder back from whence it came.
Shame then that one of them wasn't fastened properly.
"Oh no, oh no." Amy gasped as she fumbled to catch it before she felt its cork pop off and dump its payload all over.
Amy only had time to huff, recork the test tube and put it back before she felt herself go woozy, falling to her knees.
The pain only lasted for a few seconds before Amy regained her senses.
Though when she opened her eyes, she couldn't say she was glad at what she saw.
It was the evidence room alright but now about twenty times bigger than she remembered it.
Or, perhaps she was about twenty times smaller than normal.
"Oh... fudge." Amy cursed, flopping onto her back.
She ran her hands along her body. At least everything was where it should be. But her phone was in her purse (and thankfully so were her car keys) on a high shelf so that ruled out calling for help.
Why her clothes had shrunk with her, she had no idea. At least her sidearm had shrunk with her if she encountered any spiders.
Speaking of said sidearm, Amy instinctively pulled it out as she heard a series of tremors in the hallway before the door swung open.
Amy felt her mouth drop. Rosa was bigger than her. That was a simple fact of life. And yes, Amy was the younger of the Sleuth Sisters but...
"Yo Ames, you in here?" Rosa called, her combat boots landing on either side of Amy's tiny form.
"Ames?" Rosa asked.
With a scoff, Rosa pulled out her phone.
"Hey! Hey Rosa! Down here!" Amy waved.
But Rosa's focus was on her phone. Not the ground.
Rosa only looked up when a buzz came from Amy's purse.
"Well she hasn't left yet." Rosa shrugged, deciding to just wait until Amy presumably got back from the bathroom.
With a wind disturbance that shook Amy's whole world, Rosa stepped over her tiny Sleuth Sister, grabbing the evidence book.
"Rosa!" Amy squealed. "Please just look down."
But Rosa did not look down, instead she turned around, giving Amy a clean view of her massive ass.
What a weird sensation to think of Rosa as having a big butt.
Hang on. A big butt was a target.
Amy's eyes drifted down to the sidearm in her right hand.
It wasn't anywhere near full but... all Amy really needed was one shot to get Rosa's attention.
"Sorry about this Rosa." Amy sighed as she lined up her shot. "I'll let you treat me as a doll for a few minutes."
And a few minutes later, Amy still hadn't shot.
It wasn't her fault. Rosa was terrifying enough at normal size. Now all Rosa need do was raise her foot and she could end Amy's life.
But she wouldn't do that... right?
They loved each other.
Ah to hell with it. Best to just rip this band-aid off.
"Sorry." Amy winced as she fired.
1) Rosa feels the shot. Though she's more amused than anything else, Rosa decides that Amy must still be punished. For her first task, she can cushion the butt-cheek she shot.
2) Rosa doesn't feel the shot, leaving Amy to try to climb her massive friend.
3) Gina comes in, seeing the tiny Amy in a moment, sending the little detective running behind Rosa. Knowing Rosa will go into overprotective big sister mode if she sees Amy, Gina now tries to discreetly grab the shrunken detective.
4) Rosa looks over the beakers that Amy was examining. And when she feels a shot on her butt, her jostling causes one to fall on her, shrinking her down to Amy's height.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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