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"Sir" a very worried looking Hugh Collins stuck his head into Inspector Robinsons office. "Sir, Dr Macmillan is here to see you."
"What does she want Collins?" he wasn't really busy at all, but Dr Mac was still someone he was cautious of.
"Ah, I believe it's about Miss Fisher."
"Right, well send her in." he finished in a calm voice.
The woman swept into the room with a look of concern and pity on her face. She took the opposite seat, but not before walking over and pouring two large glasses of scotch. "What do I owe this pleasure" he asked taking his drink, wondering why this woman was here and why it would require a drink.
"It's Phryne."
He tried not to look worried, if anything serious had happened, surely the Doctor would be more concerned than this. He knew she was going to some charity event that afternoon, surely nothing could have happened to her under her Aunts watchful eye? He looked at her as to go on, unsure as to what was coming.
"Well I'm sure you know she went to Maple Park this afternoon for the children's charity afternoon tea." He nodded, he did know this, she had said she was excited, which had surprised him slightly, there was after all going to be over 50 children there. "Well there was a giant slide there" she rolled her eyes and shook her head, "And our Miss Fisher thought it might be a god idea for her to join in." he couldn't help but have a small chuckle at the thought of Miss Fisher flying down a giant slide and her Aunts reaction, it also explained why she had chosen to wear trousers. "However because she is just slightly larger than a child, she didn't stop in time and as a result has a broken arm." He shut his eyes and groaned, just what he needed, an out of action Miss Fisher. "My exact reaction Inspector. She is at home now, however I don't think she plans to stay there for long. She will need to rest for the next two days or so" she took another swig of her drink, "covered in bruises and her cast will be on for at least four weeks, if not longer"
"Her cast." He shut his eyes desperately wishing this was a dream.
"Her plaster cast." He groaned again, "thank- you for that." She gave him a wicked smile, "Good luck Inspector, if she gives you too much trouble let me know and I will see what I can do."
"Collins" he pulled on his coat and hat as he walked out of his office, "Collins, I have to go home, Miss Fisher appears to have gotten into trouble. I will be out for the rest of the day."
"Yes Sir"
"Don't worry Collins, she will survive." Unfortunately, he muttered under his breath as he began to walk home.
He trudged home not really sure he was ready to face what he was sure to be impatient and childish attitude to a plaster cast. He was surprised it had taken her this long to end up in plaster if he was honest with himself. She still was the most risk taking person he had met in his life. Ten minutes later he walked into the front door to find her sitting in the parlour a book in her unbroken hand. He kissed her on the head before she had even noticed he had walked in and sat down opposite her. "Anything you care to tell me?" he asked nonchalantly as he leaned back into the comfortable cushions of the arm chair, taking in the sorry sight that was Miss Fisher. Her right arm in white plaster and a sling, wrapped in a blanket, her toes poking out on the end of the couch and a look of self pity lined her features.
She cleared her throat and put her book into her lap, if he had to place an emotion he would say embarrassment. She looked embarrassed, and so she should he thought.
"I thought I might try the giant slide." She looked into her lap and a small smile fell onto her lips. "I don't think I will try it again." She looked like a small child who was apologising to her mother for doing something naughty. Except she was a grown woman and there was no need for her to apologise, he was sure she had learnt her lesson.
He sighed heavily "Phryne" she cut him off, "I know it was silly and now I have this horrible cast, which I might add matches with none of my clothing." She gave him a small smile and he couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for her. "And before you start, I know I shouldn't have done it and I won't do it again and…" this time he cut her off, "Phryne" she looked at him, mouth still open, "I'm just glad you're okay." He stood up and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. He heard a small cough and broke away from her to see Dot and Mr Butler standing in the doorway.
Dot had the decency to look embarrassed, "Sorry Miss, Hugh is supposed to be taking me out tonight and…"
"It's okay Dot, I will be fine" she gave a pointed look to Jack and then went on, "Lunch in say" she looked at the mantle to the clock, "half an hour Mr Butler?" he nodded and they both walked out leaving the couple alone.
"What do you say Jack, a quick tumble before lunch?" she hadn't exactly spoken softly and he hoped that Dot and Mr Butler were further away than he thought.
"Do you ever listen?" he said sounding exasperated, she grimaced at the thought of obeying silly orders, "You are under strict orders to rest."
"But" her expression turned gooey and she stared at him with lustful eyes allowing the blanket to slip off the top of her un plastered arm revealing a very bare white shoulder.
"No," his eyes flicked to her shoulder which really did look inviting, "that's your punishment." She frowned and then smirked, "I don't think you can resist me." She dropped the blanket lower and he rolled his eyes and began to walk out of the room into the kitchen. "You would be surprised Miss Fisher."
