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Aha this story is my first and it will probably sound like I have a seriously deranged mind, but I just noticed this hasn't been done before:) enjoy xx

N.B For the purpose of this story, there was never a mole so kevin is still there. And I forgot about Rob so let's say he's on holiday

"Where are you, Rachel? The boss is going mad," Janet half hissed down the phone at her best friend.

"Sorry, sorry,"replied Rachel, sounding bored. "I'm just getting out the car, I'll be up in a sec." Rachel got out of the car and pulled out her handbag. She sighed deeply and leant against the door. She hated working when it was warm. She knew Gill wouldn't approve of the short skirt and blouse she was wearing- much too inappropriate- but it was too hot to care. She'd wear what she bloody liked in twenty nine degrees.

"She said she'd be in in a sec," said Janet to a glowering Gill. "I bet she will," Gill fumed. "But only if 'a sec' equals about ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, Rachel breezed into the office. Kevin leaned across his desk towards her as she dumped her bags.

"She's not happy with you," he smirked. He tried, and failed to mimic Gills voice: "she's pushing her luck that rac-" His voice trailed off and he looked sheepish as Gill rounded the slammed open the door of her office.

"Rachel, you've honoured us with your.. What the fuck is that skirt?"

Rachel looked over and gave a glare to Gill that most people would back away from in seconds, but not the boss. She glared back.

"To be fair, ma'am, it is nearly thirty degrees," offered Janet cautiously. She knew Rachel hadn't registered it, but Gill was in a really foul mood.

"I don't care how hot it is, or how good she looks in it, it's not appropriate for work." Gill looked Rachel up and down. With all her faults, she really did like Rachel, and she couldn't be arsed fighting with her. "Don't wear it again tommorow," she sighed.

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It was a very unproductive and uneventful morning for Syndicate 9, unless you included Kevin almost falling out a window trying to open it to its maximum setting, and Pete getting upset when his chocolate melting. It was almost twelve when Gill walked out her office, which included the only fan.

"Janet, Rachel, I've got a job for you."she said striding out. "Where are they?" She moaned, knowing perfectly well the answer.

"Bathroom" chorused the well trained unit. They must have to say it once a day.

At that moment, the pair walked back in, chattering and gossiping. Gill cleared her throat pointedly.

"I've got a job for you two. Go arrest a serial rapist would you? It's Syndicate 5's, but they're busy, and well, we clearly aren't so.."

"Fine, yeah," said Janet reaching for the address Gill was handing her.

Rachel pulled a face, which unfortunately Gill saw and questioned.

"It's lunchtime! I'm hungry," she moaned like a child.

Kevin and the rest of the team snickered. They found it amusing how Rachel had to eat her lunch at 12:05 every day.

"Oh, take it with you, buy something, just get out of my hair." Gill sighed exasperatedly, retiring back to her cool office.

"Cheer up pal," Janet said to Rachel, who was pouting at the office door. "I know a nice little deli on the way."