Don't own nothing, except Tawney. This fic does include Booker and I know a lot of people don't particularly like that character but, give it a chance. I actually think he adds a lot to the storyline. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
"What are you looking at Doug?" Harry Ioki, the young Vietnamese officer asked, as he approached his co-workers desk.
"New issue of People Magazine." Doug replied with little enthusiasm, as he was obviously engulfed in his reading.
"Anything good?" Harry replied.
"Eh…not really, but there's a great article on Tawney Cale."
"Who?"
"Tawney Cale, only the hottest young actress ever…where have you been?"
"Well, sorry if I'm too busy worrying about drug busts and hardened criminals to follow the lives of the rich and famous!"
"Ha ha, very funny…look at this woman and tell me she is not the most beautiful thing you have ever laid eyes on."
"Well that's all you're ever gonna lay on her…" Harry said, glancing down at the spread in the magazine at the young actress, "but yeah, she's pretty."
"Pretty…", Penhall scoffed, as he noticed Judy Hoffs had joined the group, " I show him a picture of the most beautiful woman on the planet…besides you Jude…and he says, 'she's pretty'!" Penhall exclaimed to Judy.
Harry rolled his eyes and leaned back against a metal filing cabinet he was standing near. "Oh…Tawney Cale, she's a good actress, she has a new movie coming out." Judy remarked.
Doug made an 'I told you so' face at Harry, who shoved himself off the cabinet and retreated to his own desk a few feet away from Doug's.
"So, how goes it?" Judy asked, making conversation.
"Good, no cases so, you know just sitting around doing paper work…tons of laughs." Doug said sarcastically, "at least I got my buddy Hanson to keep me company." Doug said motioning toward an empty desk next to Harry's."
"Yeah, speaking of Hanson, where is he?" Judy wondered
"Don't know…probably off filing reports, or bowling, or some other pathetic pass time."
"Hey, I think the bowling thing is cute." Judy replied mater-o-factly, "Besides, at least he has something he is involved in, unlike you."
"Jude's right Doug, you're boring." Harry shouted from his desk.
"I do stuff…its just hard with Dorothy breathing down my neck all the time." Doug commented about his roommate, and girlfriend.
"How are things with you and her going?"
"Great." Doug replied under his breath.
Just then, the front door of the old chapel swung open and in walked a disheveled, but nonetheless adorable Tom Hanson.
He scuffled over to his desk, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. When he reached his desk, he slid into his chair and sighed with relief at not being caught coming in late. "Made it." He mumbled almost inaudibly.
"Don't speak so soon." Came a gruff voice right in Tom's ear.
Tom looked up to see Fuller's face a mere few inches from his own. "Hey coach." Tom said flashing an incredibly fake smile that was both nervous and guilty.
"My office." Fuller said in his usual authoritative tone. When Adam Fuller gave an order, you listened…no questions asked.
Tom got up and slowly walked toward the dreaded office door, Fuller on his heels.
Doug, Judy, and Harry made mocking faces in his direction as he slowly shuffled past.
"Hanson in trouble?" Booker asked as he approached the group, followed by blowfish.
"Not really…he was a few minutes late that's all." Judy remarked.
Blowfish nodded his head knowingly and sighed.
"You know something we don't blow man?" Booker inquired.
Penhall's ears perked up at this and the whole group, eager for gossip leaned in to hear the janitor's tale.
"Well," blowfish began in hushed tones, "the missus and I were out for dinner at Popone's the other night and…guess who we saw there."
"Our boy Hanson…and a woman."
"So what?" Judy remarked with a disappointed sigh, "You gotta have something better than that; I thought we were in for some juicy gossip."
"That is juicy, you don't take just anyone to Popone's, and they looked pretty cozy." Blowfish defended.
"So, Hanson's got a new woman." Dennis stated.
"Real classy Booker." Judy said as she playfully slapped Dennis's shoulder.
Meanwhile…
"You wanna tell me why you are nearly forty-five minutes late?" Fuller asked as he shut the door to his small office.
Hanson stood with a blank expression in front of the large wooden desk. "Traffic." He replied coolly.
"Bull." Fuller chuckled, moving to the back of his desk and sitting on its corner.
"It won't happen again sir."
Fuller nodded, "Fine, if you don't want to tell me, I guess it's your business, but see that you're on time from now on, or so help me…you will regret it." Fuller threatened. Even though his words weren't overly threatening, his tone said it all and Hanson knew to obey.
"You can go." He said.
Hanson, shocked that he was getting off so easy, nodded and exited the room.