"Has NOTHING I told you in the last few days gone in?! Why did you do something so utterly stupid?!"
Jenny crossed her arms as Dennis paced. "That's not fair. You never said they'd show up while we were here, and I thought he was injured. He WAS injured. Perhaps if you lot had done your job properly we might have known he'd try to get in that way! Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
Jenny walked into Tricia's office and leant against the door, shutting her eyes.
"He's was just worried that you could have been hurt, Jen." Tricia tried to placate her.
"Well he could just say that instead of yelling at me in front of other people and making me feel it was my fault!"
...
Two hours later, Jenny walked into the police station, and Alf brushed the crumbs from his jacket before standing.
"What can we do for you Jenny, love?"
When he heard her name, Dennis walked out from the tearoom, but her eyes avoided him.
"We've made a list of all the medications that were taken. There was a new delivery this morning that we hadn't checked, but I've written down the details of the delivery company, so you can check with them."
"Right, thanks."
She managed a half smile, then turned towards the door and left quickly.
Just as she'd reached her scooter, Dennis rushed out. "Jenny…"
"Are you sure you want to do this here? There aren't many people around, and I thought you liked an audience."
The sergeant sighed and lowered his head. "Jen, I'm sorry. The thought of something happening to you…"
"Something has happened to me. I've been…humiliated in front of my colleague and half the village. Now can you please let go of my scooter so I can leave."
"Jenny, please…" Dennis let go of her scooter as he spoke.
"Has it ever occurred to you that what happened this morning might have frightened me? That instead of a lecture all I needed was a hug? No, because you only think of your job."
Dennis went to protest, but was drowned out by the sound of her engine, and he watched hopelessly as she rode away.