Okay, I know I said that this was going to be a one-shot, but I couldn't resist adding a few more chapters, but this is seriously the last time.

This chapter is un-beta'd, so any mistakes are my own, and I apologise in advance. I may update this chapter later and change a few things I'm not too
happy with, but the plot will be the same. Enjoy!

Disc-laimer: All the characters and settings beong to Terry Pratchett, I'm just playing with them :)

Commander Vimes stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wondering if he would be able to get through this meeting. Wondering what the Patrician had in store
for him today. Oh well, he thought, as he began to ascend the staircase, only one way to find out.

He walked slowly, as if he was trying to put off going into that room. He had reached the door before he even knew it. Cautiously, he opened it- correction,
tried to open it; his hand was hurting too much. He switched hands, took a deep breath and turned the handle, walked into the room and looked around to see...

It was back to normal. The walls were bare, other than the usual paintings and notices, the hole he had made yesterday was gone, and Drumknott was sitting
behind his desk. Vimes looked around, trying to see if Vetinari had done something else to the room, something he hadn't noticed the first time, but there was
nothing.

"Ah, Commander. His Lordship will see you in a moment. Please, take a seat" said Drumknott, eyeing the man warily. Vimes stood stock still for a moment, then
nodded and turned towards his normal chair.

Just before he sat down, his brain seemed to kick in again. Check the chair! it screamed, and he quickly crouched down to see if there was anything underneath.

Nothing. He used his helmet to prod the cushion, in case something was hidden in there. Again, nothing.

Drumknott watched him for a moment, before putting the man out of his misery. "Is something wrong, Commander?" he asked, knowing full well what Vimes was
looking for. He couldn't say he blamed him, really. He would have done the same after what happened yesterday.

Vimes spun around quickly, realising that the clerk was still in the room. "No, no, nothing's wrong. Just thought the chair seemed a bit wobbly yesterday, that's
all." He smiled, or at least attempted to smile, and sat down, gratefull that there was nothing hidden in the chair. He hoped to gods that the Oblong Office had
been cleared of the iconographs aswell, otherwise he knew he wouldn't get through this meeting...

***

"Commander, His Lordship will see you now." Drumknott's voice seemed to say. Vimes came out of his daydream state and shook his head to clear
up, he adjusted his hold on the helmet and entered the office. He walked up to Vetinari's desk, noticing that the man himself was hidden behind a newspaper, and
saluted. Afew moments passed before Vetinari placed the newspaper on his desk and looked at Vimes.

"You may sit, Vimes" he told the other man, hiding his worry. The man looked quite pale, which was an extremely rare occurance. Normally, it was whoever the
man had taken it into his head to annoy that looked this pale when confronting Vetinari about it.

Vimes sat gratefully, still looking around, trying to find something wrong with the room. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, so decided that he was being
paranoid. Vetinari watched as the man visibly relaxed and the colour came back to his face.

"Well, Comander? Have you got anything to report?" Vetinari watched Vimes as he recited the list of major incidents that had happened since the last meeting.

There were surprisingly many, and Vetinari guessed that the new had spread quickly that Vimes was in the hospital. This would have drawn the criminals out
of the woodwork so quickly that they had commited crimes before the man had even seen a doctor.

As the list ended, Vetinari noticed that Vimes was back to his normal self. "Very well, it appears that your men* have done a very good job in your absence. You
should congratulate them. Don't let me detain you" he dismissed, and Vimes gladly exited the office.

***

That night, when he got home, Vimes told Sybil about the meeting, and she smirked. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what that smirk was for, because it usually
meant that he had missed something. He didn't care. He was too tired to care. He kissed Sybil, said goodnight, and went to bed.

After she was sure that Sam was gone, Sybil pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket and read what was written on it agin, stifling her laughter. It read

Dear Sybil,

I am afraid that your plan to relieve your husband of some of his frustration didn't exactly work as planned. In our meeting today he seemed more paranoid
than usual when talking to me. I believe that it may not be a good idea to ever mention this incident again, or he may break down completely.

Yours most sincerely,
Havelock

Sybil sighed, before throwing the letter on the fire, so that there was no chance of Sam ever finding it, and went to bed.

*And women, dwarfs, trolls, werewolves, zombies, Igors, gnomes and whatever else there was in the watch now.