"Detective Inspector!" Constable Avery called out his name and stuck his head through Jack's door, quite startling him. He had been wrapped up in his current case, rather sourly, he might add given the lack of a certain lady detective who should have been perched on the edge of his desk but instead was traipsing around England, kicking up her heels and surely forgetting about the lowly public servant pining away from her back home.
"Yes Constable?"
"Sorry for the interruption sir, but I was reorganizing some of Inspector Johnson's old case files for him and I found something that didn't belong. We tracked down the case number and it appears to belong in one of your case files. The murder of Belinda Roswell, I think." Ah yes. The tennis murder. What a case that had been again. Finding out that Phryne was afraid of spiders, the rush of emotion as Phryne leapt into his arms at the mere suggestion of arachnid involvement, the thoughts that had succeeded his view of Phryne's internal device. "Sir?" Jack had missed a question while he daydreamed away.
"Sorry, repeat that Constable?"
"What would you like me to do with the photos?"
"The photos?"
"Yes, sir. The evidence that ended up in Johnson's file, undeveloped photos." Jack's brow furrowed handsomely. There hadn't been an undeveloped roll of film from that case that he could remember. The only photos involved were in print. What on earth could that be?
"Yes, of course. Give them to me, will you? I'll take care of it." the young Constable set the roll on Jack's desk and left the office, closing the door. Jack eyed the roll confused. Sure enough, those were the proper numbers cataloged on the side, they belonged to the Roswell case. Jack looked closer. That wasn't, however, his handwriting. Was that? No. That couldn't be. Jack shuffled through the top drawer of his desk finding the letter that was never too far from him. Jack held the loopy handwriting of the letter up next to the cataloging on the item in question. "Well I'll be damned." He muttered under his breath. "Miss Fisher." It appeared he had done a bit of paperwork, poorly and the item in question had ended up in the wrong case but still. What had she taken from this case and why hadn't she ever told him about it? His curiosity got the better of him and he called his faithful constable in to his office.
"Collins!"
"Yes sir!"
"Have these developed will you? Part of an old case, just tying up loose ends." Collins nodded and took the film, leaving the office, hurrying to follow the instructions.
-X-
Detective Inspector Jack Robinson stared at the array of photos before him, pulling at his collar, suddenly finding the precinct a tad hot for his liking. What in the hell was this? Boudoir photos of her?! in ever increasing variations of undress? The first had seemed indecent enough, and then as soon as one could blink more and more of her appeared to the camera. Who had taken these?! When had they been taken?! WHY had they been taken? How had they ended up in evidence? Thousands of questions filled Jack's head the most pressing of which was, Why are you so focused on where, when and why when you have half naked photos of the most beautiful woman God has ever created? Hastily shoving the photographs back into the envelope Collins had delivered them in (Collins! Had he seen them? Likely not given his state of calm and normalcy when he had brought them back-but still!) and tucked the manila envelope into his satchel. Something that personal, that private did not belong at a police station where any Tom, Dick or Harry could stumble upon them. A sliver of fiery anger shot through Jack as the image of his coworkers gathered around, leering at her flashed briefly in his mind. No. He could not let that happen. These belonged somewhere far from prying eyes. Somewhere he could assure her of their safety. Perhaps that locked letter box by his bedside…
A/N: This is my first Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries Fic! Not sure if I will leave this a one shot or make it a tad longer and add Jack's…further reactions to the photos of Phryne;) If so this fic will probably end up being rated M but I shall warn you if I plan to go in that direction!
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