A review by anbananova
Creation in Death by J.D. Robb

4.0

i liked this one. i enjoy cases when they all work together 24/7, have a task force and a war room. 

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“I just want…look, don’t go buying stuff.”
He lifted his eyebrows, and the amusement showed clearly on his face. “Such as?”
“E-toys, new furniture, catered lunches, dancing girls. Whatever,” she said with a distracted wave of her hand. “You’re not here to supply the NYPSD.”
“What if I get hungry, then feel the urge to dance?”
“Suppress it.” She gave him a little poke in the chest that he interpreted—correctly—as both affection and warning. “And don’t expect me to kiss you good-bye, hello, and like that when we’re on the clock. It makes us look—”
“Married?” At her stony stare he grinned. “Very well, Lieutenant, I’ll try my best to suppress all my urges.”

“Do I have hat hair? You can’t effectively interview with hat hair.”
“You have hair. Be satisfied with that.”
“Hat hair,” Peabody muttered, raking her hands through it, shaking her head, fluffing and pushing as they got in the elevator.
“Stop! Stop being a girl. Jesus, that’s annoying. If I had a partner without tits, there would be no hair obsessing.”
“Baxter would combat hat hair before an interview.”
Because it was inarguably true, Eve only scowled. “He doesn’t count.”
“And there’s Miniki. He—”
“Keep it up, and I’ll tie you down and shave you bald. You won’t ever suffer the pain and embarrassment of hat hair again.”

“I love you, for so many reasons.”
“Maybe you can give me a few of them later.”
“I’ll give you one now. That unfailing moral center of yours. So very solid and true.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, drew her in. Kissed her softly. “And then there’s the sex.”
“Figured you’d work that in.”

“God, I’m becoming a woman even before the words come out of my mouth.”
“Please, you must be stopped.”
“I’m serious.” Mildly embarrassed by it, she shoved her hands in her pockets. “The way women just nibble and gnaw at something, just can’t let it alone. Any minute I’m going to start wondering which color lip dye works best with my complexion. Or my shoes.”
He laughed, shook his head. “I think we’re safe from that.”
“If I ever start going that way, put me down.”

“Why do you suppose I chose this morning to want my eggs sunny-side up?”
“They do look like a pair of nice, shiny yellow breasts.” Grinning, Eve plucked up a piece of bacon. “And Mavis has been known to paint hers yellow on occasion.”
“Every time she feeds the baby, I feel so…rude.”
“I thought it was freaked.”
“A bit of that, but more intrusive. It seems so intimate.”
“I’d say we’re both going to have to get over it. We’ve got to get moving. Eat your boobies.”

“Roarke ran his fingers down her arm as they headed for the glide down. “A vest isn’t a punishment, darling.”
“You wear one for a couple hours, then say that. And no ‘darling’ on shift.”
“You can call me darling anytime,” Peabody told him, and made him grin.”

“Oh, and FYI? When my time comes, I don’t want the preservatives and the stylist. You can just build a big fire, slide me in. Then you can throw yourself on the pyre to show your wild grief and constant devotion.”
“I’ll make a note of it.”

“You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down.”
“Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me.”
“Aw.” Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. “That’s so sweet.”

“I’ve worked with you before, watched, understood—to some extent—what you do. But I haven’t really gone the gamut, as with this time. Beginning to end, and most of the steps between.” He fell into bed with her. “You’re an amazing woman, Lieutenant, my darling Eve.”
“You’re not so shabby yourself.”