A/N So i know I said I'd finish Never Forget, I know I did, but even though HBP played RIGHT into my plot, it's going to be a bit of time before I'll write it because it'll now have HBP spoilers. So instead, I bring you this, tentatively titled fic that I really need a better name for, but if I can't think of one this'll stick, it's about 1/3 written and 2/3's outlined, so it's not going to be abandoned anytime soon, don't worry about that. Don't own anything but Vicky and the plot. Enjoy.
"May I help you miss?" the small woman asked, springing from behind the front desk.
"Yes, actually I need to see Dr. Macy." She strode towards the offices.
"I'm sorry, but Dr. Macy is very busy right now, he just got back-" But the woman kept walking towards the doors, and the small woman attempted to stop her. "May I at least have your name to give you a visitors badge?" The woman grinned.
"Vicky Fejes." She said. "F-e-j-e-s, pronounced nothing like it's spelled." The woman nodded, and filled out the visitors badge before handing it to her. "Now where is Dr. Macy's office?" And she found herself being led to a large wooden and glass door marked Private.
She walked in to find the office of the chief ME to be fairly bland with only a few points of interest. It was cozy, not huge, but by no means small, the desk was covered in a mass of files waiting to be signed and put away into storage, and there was a phonograph on a counter behind the desk. She was just about to see what record was on it when the door opened again.
She spent no time at all to size up the man before her. He was only slightly taller than she was, six foot at the most, but something about him made him appear smaller, he was mostly bald with deep brooding brown eyes and a goatee that almost blended into his tan face. He had an air of commanding, but gentle authority. "May I help you?" He asked and she nodded.
"Vicky Fejes." She told him, extending her hand.
"Garret Macy." He replied, with a firm handshake, gesturing for her to sit down. "What can I do for you?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, looking very relaxed, even though she could see on his face that he wasn't.
"I'm here because this place does a very poor job of following the rules. Although I really must commend your receptionist, she at least made me get a visitors badge and she really did try to not let me back here. She's one to note in my report." That caught the chief's attention and he sat upright in his chair.
"Report?" He asked a little put off. She clicked her teeth, chiding him.
"Dr. Macy, didn't you read the terms and conditions of your returning back to the office of Chief Medical Examiner, Commonwealth of Massachusetts's?" She asked him, and he nodded.
"I did."
"Then you should have read a bit about how you're going to have an independent auditor monitoring everything you do and sending a weekly report back to the ME's office." He looked a little put off, he had forgotten that bit. "My job is to ensure that you, and your staff, follow protocol. And I'm as independent as they get, seems all the folks here in Boston love you. Now, I'm going to need an office, at the least, a desk, and I'll need every single report that is currently on this desk for you to sign off on, from here on out until the DA's office removes me, every file will need not only your, but my signature as well, and I will be present for anything involving a homicide inquiry as well as high profile autopsies, and you will find yourself being critiqued weekly in a report sent to the DA's office." She watched him as he took it all in.
He seemed a little upset about the way she was infringing on his office, but that was to be expected. She hadn't expected to be welcomed with open arms and a great big smile, no she had a dirty job and she knew it, but it was a good job. "And I would like a conference with the staff as soon as possible." He stood up and she followed.
"I'm afraid the only desk we have available is down in the crypt." He told her, leading her to it.
"Just be glad I like the cold." She joked, and he seemed to be slightly less put off by her once he realized that she did, indeed, have a sense of humor.
"I'll call the conference twenty minutes from now? Give you a chance to get settled?" She nodded. She knew he was just being nice because his job depended on what she said about him. And she could see it in him, he wanted to give the staff fair warning about her, and he had every right to, she supposed.
"That would be great." She had a tone in her voice that said that she had everything that she needed, and that he could leave. She sat behind the desk and twirled a pen as she tried to come up with something to say at the conference.