Dedication: Ann and Sare Liz for beta and encouragement

Scales of Justice

By Sonia

Email: sonni@primus.com.au

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong totally to Channel 9 and Southern Star. I am not making any money from this endeavour. The character of Judy Grant is referred to with Jaye Reid's permission.

Author's note: For more on Helen and Judy's story, see the Water Rats category at fanfiction.net and look at the stories called 'Turn of Events' and 'In From the Cold'.

Time frame: Current series.

Category: Vignette/Humour

My partner and I know everything that goes on at the NSW Water Police headquarters.

I do mean everything. Our observation skills would put the undercover cops to shame and that is a really big call, given we've had one or two of them come past our vantage point.

Even though we never leave the station our lives are far from boring.

There was the time Helen and Jeff rehashed what the Deputy Commissioner had to say to them after the Operations and Crime Review.

They had been praised for their tactical planning on a recent operation which had cracked open a dug smuggling syndicate and cleared up a couple of unsolved murders. Jeff, who was probably having a major flashback to his police cadet days, promptly called the Deputy by the wrong name.

Helen, was pretty cool about it though. She made some remark about stress induced amnesia and the like and got the boss the hell out of there. Her snappy comeback must have had something to do with that box of chocolates delivered to her office the same day. Helen was in a really good mood after that – she didn't even scream at the boat crew even though they had screwed up their overtime returns twice.

My partner said she got straight on the phone to someone called Judy Grant and made plans for dinner. Hey at least someone around here has got a life.

The classic of the month had to go to Mick Riley and Emma Woods after Woodsie's birthday party at the Cutter Bar.

It seems Mick had left his present and card for Emma at the office – my partner and I really did think the card was rather fetching. Mick must have been playing with body paints at the photo studio as he did make a rather hot looking version of King Neptune. Wow!

As for his present, my partner and I prefer to remain discrete. All we will say is that we don't think Jeff's lounge will ever be the same again.

People think we are entirely brainless and have a three-second memory – boy are they wrong! Better act cool, here's the boss. Lunch time already . . .

Fish flakes! Again!

Gotta speak to the kitchen staff about a change of diet around here . . .

Later folks.