Hi, this is my first DiP fic. I have done others over the years for different programs. Nothing belongs to me, I just let my imagination run away with it.
Let's all pretend that season 3 onwards never happened. I do, I stopped watching as soon as I knew Ben Miller wasn't coming back.
Chapter 1
Richard had got used to arriving back in Saint Marie. The bump of the small plane bouncing a couple of times on the tarmac as it landed no longer made him feel sick. The heat as he got off the plane was merely a slap in the face rather than the punch to the gut it had been the first time. Walking out of the terminal with his luggage had been a novelty, the whole trip had been.
A police conference in Jamaica about joint strategies between islands to tackle drug smuggling had turned out to not be able the time wasting junket he thought it would be. On top of the really quite interesting new information at a couple of the seminars he'd made contact with a particularly enterprising Royal Navy officer selling goodies from home.
A box of Jelly Babies, 3 bars of Cadburys Dairy Milk, a mint Aero, cheese and onion crisps, prawn cocktail crisps, 2 packets of polo mints and a Curly Wurly. It was all worth its weight in gold. He'd even put in an order for a package to be sent to him containing HP sauce, OXO cubes and Tetley Teabags. Ithad all left him in an uncharacteristically good mood.
He'd felt a bit left out on the first day when Camille had bumped into former colleagues from Paris and disappeared with them to catch up but he'd been pleasantly surprised at lunch when a couple of fellow Brits had asked to sit at his table in the hotel restaurant. One of them even had even left behind a copy of The Times that was only a couple of days old with an untouched crossword that he had greedily scooped into his briefcase.
After popping into Catherine's to see Dwayne and Fidel and drink a cup of tea he was looking forward to getting back to his beach front home to tuck into his treats from home and read his newspaper.
Over the last couple of days he had kept waiting for the inevitable "thing" to break his streak of good luck to happen but as he placed his case on his bed at the end of the evening he let out a long sigh of relief. He opened the doors facing the sea to let in some fresh air and Harry the lizard then turned back to unpack. He unzipped and pulled the lid upwards.
This wasn't his case, the main clue to that was the female clothing and toiletries and of course, the battery operated sex toy laying on the top that he couldn't quite look away from.