Just a short fic idea I had, that most probably won't go anywhere. Enjoy anyway and reviews are most appreciated.
"Well?" Bevan was waiting in the office as I returned with the boys, all extremely knackered after the resolution of our first case, that involved many officers and a lot of fighting. I was shattered and just wanted to go home. Partly. The other part of me was excited and couldn't wait to work with these men again. It felt like a step back in my career. It had once felt like a punishment for the one fatal mistake I had many amongst many minute and insignificant others all surrounded by dedication and honest service to her teams. But maybe I had laded on my feet for once. It suddenly felt like the first time things had worked out well, despite them not meaning to. Yes, it would slow down my career ladder's pace, but I was ready to accept that. And it's not like a detective superintendent is on a minimum wage!
I looked behind at my new team. My boys. It had taken only this case to get to know them. Yes, it was going to be hard for the first month or o, to get used to their ways as well as them adapting to hers. But as long as she kept them in order (which had been proven during the last case!), they were going to get on JUST FINE. Gerry stood with his hands in his pockets, desperate for a cigarette. He looked around the room and avoided all contact with Bevan. I wondered why...
Jack was shuffling papers and sorting out loose pieces around his desk, making himself busy as an awkwardness crept further into the room the longer that they stood there and Brian was lost in his own world, as he went to look for a lost item within his coat.
I smiled towards Bevan but wasn't sure what he would read into it. Whether he would be able to tell my gratitude for the position he had put me in, or whether he thought it was about the outcome of the first ever UCOS case: I'm not sure. But I didn't really care. And as he left, thy started arguing. Like school children when the teacher leaves the classroom during an assessment of some sort. The silence and awkwardness quickly retreated, beaten already by the retired men.
That's when I really smiled. Grinning. It knocked out every little doubt I had about my new team. And knew it would be hard work but fun. Fun hard work. A challenge. And something I was ready for. So as they quarrelled pointlessly about different topics irrelevant to most normal people and not worth the energy of the argument, I thought.
Welcome to the Jungle!
Hope that was portrayed OK and made good use of different sentence types! Thanks for reading! Emily x