The Commissioner strode purposely into CCHQ, swinging the doors as he marched. The bullpen was deserted, no staff to be seen, files spread all over the place, and a lingering smell suspiciously like Beef Chow Mein hung in the air. Both offices were empty too, blinds half drawn like sleeping houses.
He checked his watch. 8.45. So this is what the money went on - empty offices and chinese takeaway. Well, not for much longer.
He strode into DS Boyd's office, took a cursory glance at its general disarray and placed the official looking envelope square in the middle of the desk.
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Spence walked happily into CCHQ, after a few days break and way too much beer and TV, he was ready to get to work on a new case. He opened the door with a cheeky grin…
'Morning lovely ladies, I hope you didn't miss me too much…'
The grin fell from his face to be soon replaced by a puzzled frown as he took in the scene before him.
Stella and Eve were sat nervously at the desk furthest away from Boyd's office where a great deal of swearing, shouting and the sounds of destruction were emanating.
'What the…'
'Oh hi Spence, replied Stella distractedly, keeping her full attention on Boyd's closed door. 'erm… we don't know what's happening bit I presume its pretty bad news.'
Eve drew her gaze away from the office,
'He came in normal, went into the office and it's been like this ever since. If you guys don't mind I'll go down to the lab, quieter in there and all weapons are already bagged and packed away.'
As she left the bullpen, Grace walked in with a tray of coffee cups balanced on her armful of files. A worried look came to her face immediately as she registered the noise.
'Oh what can possibly be wrong with him already' she cried sloshing the coffee and she slammed down her folders.
'We don't know Grace and I don't think I want to find out' murmured Spence moodily 'we've just got in and he's managed to ruin my day already'.
Stella jumped at a particularly blind rattling bang. She sprang out of the chair and grabbed on of the coffees.
'God I need one of these' she said appreciatively. 'I don't think my nerves can hold out much longer. Thanks Grace, I'll…I'll take one down to Eve for her.'
She practically ran from the room, a cup of steaming coffee in each hand.
Grace sighed heavily.
'Go on Spence, you go down to the lab too; I'll see what's wrong with the monster of the Met now.'
'You sure Grace' Spence asked, hand on her arm, 'he sounds a bit violent today you could just come and hide with us.'
'It's fine Spence she smiled 'if I'm not down in twenty then send in for armed backup'
Grabbing the third coffees, he squeezed her arm and left.
Grace closed her eyes, took a deep breath and counted to ten. Steeling herself for the Boydscene awaiting she marched across the bullpen and flung open the office door.
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The Commissioner glanced up from the paperwork neatly stacked in front of him. 9.30. Boyd should definitely have received the news by now. A half smile flickered briefly on his lips. DS Boyd wasn't known for being one of the most docile of people. One could only wonder the chaos he'd cause today. Quickly replacing his mask of stern efficacy, The Commissioner resumed his paperwork.
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Peter Boyd paused in his general rampage and turned to the window. Wrenching up the catch he began to ponder the chances of his being able to throw his chair out into the car park when his office door crashed open, rattling the blinds along the wall.
'Peter Timothy Boyd, what the hell do you think you are doing' yelled Grace, Blue eyes flashing with anger. 'A regular bull in a china shop, what reason can you possibly have for … this?'
Boyd shifted his weight from one foot to the other, eyes fixed on the floor. Why did she always make him feel like the naughty child who'd just stolen the sweets? He was fifty six for Christ's sake!
'erm… bad news' he shrugged sheepishly, his anger suddenly quelled.
'Boyd! It look like an earthquake has struck in here, it better be pretty damn serious. Your team of hardened officers are cowering in the lab like a trio of whimpering puppies.'
'Yeah, um, Grace, you'd better sit down.'
'On what? You've upturned the chairs and the desk is covered it what I presume to be at least twenty case files and the remains of a pot plant.'
'Yeah well there was no-one to punch alright' he barked back, anger rising again 'you're the doctor Grace, imagine there's something to sit on, use your psycho skills to read my mind, tell me I'm wrong just like usual'
'There's no need for that Peter' Grace winced, regretting having ever got out of bed this morning. 'I'm simply trying to ascertain what's wrong.'
'Well don't, shouted Boyd 'I've enough hassle already without you trying to mother me as well. I'm a DS, I have a team working under me, I put murderers and rapists behind bars, I won't be spoken to like a little kid.'
'Then stop acting like one and grow up' screamed Grace throwing her coffee at Boyd's white shirt. Turning she fled the room, tears forming as she grabbed her bag.
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