This is for jesuisdelphine on Tumblr because she's a total babe. Original prompts for the 30-day OTP challenge can be found on Tumblr as well, but I've changed some of the ones I didn't like, and they won't be posted in order. (I'm trying to establish a loose sort of continuity between chapters; if one doesn't fit into the general timeline, I'll mention it in the notes.) Title from 'Happy' by Never Shout Never.

If anyone knows the actual names of the police dude that showed up in the second episode, let me know, but I just picked at Greg at random.

Nora's late.

She hates being late.

She shouts hasty apologies and 'excuse me's as she dodges through the evening crowd milling around Main Street. People speedily clear the way for her, and she pretends she can't see the way they stare after her in shock. Greg and Leah had called them about a new development in the case of Daniel Reed, and she's supposed to meet them there – she looks at her watch and groans – ten minutes ago. She and Nikki have spent a long day individually running all around different parts of New Orleans, chasing down one dead end after another.

She really hopes this isn't another dead end.

Greg spots her almost before she steps inside the bar, eyes wide as he waves her over. Leah and Nikki watch her approach with equal parts horror and amusement. "That – that is a shirt," Greg says carefully, in lieu of a hello.

Nora takes a gulp of Nikki's bourbon before she sits. (If she has to wear one of her '90s-era neon pink and green striped shirt in a public area, she ought to be as drunk as possible, as soon as possible. What her teenage self had been thinking buying this shirt, she has no idea.) "Didn't have anything else clean," she mumbles, slipping in beside Nikki.

"You couldn't have borrowed one of Nikki's shirts?" Leah asks. "I mean, I always figured a girl's wardrobe doubles if a she dates another girl."

"It does for one of the girls," Nora replies, aiming a pointed look at Nikki.

Nikki leans back, eyes wide. "Wha – are you accusing me of something?"

"Well, you are wearing my last non-neon, clean shirt," Nora says, taking another sip of her bourbon.

Nikki sputters. "How can you possibly know that, this is exactly the same as one I have!"

Greg pauses with his drink halfway to his mouth. "Wait, if you both have the same shirt – "

"Exactly!" Nikki says, pointing. "She always knows, it's like she's superhuman."

"Why would you take Nora's?" Greg finishes dryly, eyebrow raised.

Nora hides a smirk at Nikki's put-out expression. "It's a little short in the sleeve for you," she explains, tugging at the light blue v-neck. "Besides, you're usually wearing my clothes." She's proud of herself for refraining from glancing at the grey jacket on the back of Nikki's chair. It lends her point a certain subtlety, she feels. A sense of decorum.

Nikki turns to her and Nora sticks out her tongue. She grins wide at that, moving closer with a sly look. "You have such comfortable clothes, though."

"And a kleptomaniac for a girlfriend," Nora murmurs just as Nikki kisses her, quick and sweet.

With the bourbon warming her on the inside, and Nikki pressed beside her on the outside, Nora turns back to Greg and Leah, ready to solve another mystery.

day 6: wearing each other's clothes