Sweet Dreams
The department was relatively quiet today, with none of the usual sounds that went on within the police station renting the air- no irate and largely colorful screech of the random hooker being marched in cuffs into the jail or the equally loud and no less colorful protestations of the street drug vendor reinforcing his innocence at the top of the lungs. The telephones were not making their usual cacophony of shrill ringing from end to end and for once, sheaves of paper weren't flying over the heads of their human writers but more conspicuously, the area around the third desk in the middle row of the large room was void of mumblings, angering mutterings and the usual rhythmic pounding over the solid wood desk.
Officer Jill turned around in her swivel chair to gaze at her partner, one eyebrow raised in surprise, a small smile of contemplation playing around her lips. Sure it was seven o'clock in the evening and much of the station had already cleared for the night, but Leon Orcot was as much a permanent fixture in the precinct as the battered chair upon which he was slumped. Just then a crashing sound rent the air and she turned to look forward, toward the shut door and shuttered glass windows that hid the chief's office from view. "Looks like we're not the only two moon lighting tonight," she murmured just as the sound of stomping feet became more distinct and the door swung open with alarming speed. The portly frame of their superior officer came into view and half a heartbeat later the furrowed brows, thinned lips and rosy complexion silently translated into where's that no good detective?
He stalked closer, growling out each word after the forceful contact of his shoes over the threadbare rug. "His" stomp! "report" stomp! "was" stomp! "due" stomp! "two" stomp! "hours" stomp! "ago!" the final stomp brought him within arm's length of the other two and he stopped short when his female subordinate firmly brought a finger over her lips in a shushing gesture. For once the chief was startled into silence as Jill gestured toward the sleeping man and the open folder over his head. "He must have fallen asleep right after finishing it." Missive promptly forgotten, the two crowded over the oblivious detective, bending low for a closer look. A still and all together quiet Leon was an event as rare and anticipated as Halley's Comet…too bad there were only two people to witness this.
"Looks like a damn baby, why can't he be like this all the time," the older man groused and Jill chuckled. "He's probably having a very good dream right now." The chief raised an eyebrow and turned to her, "Yeah, wonder what about?" She gave him a mysterious smile and moved away, "Oh I don't know, maybe something about nabbing his favorite criminal." Of course this went over the older man's head and he shook his head with confusion, picking up the report as he walked away. Just before she returned to her seat, Jill distinctly head the words, "Drug trafficking and human slave…" A soft laugh escaped her lips and she reached back to pat Leon's shoulder. "Sweet dreams, golden boy."
-Owari-