"Hey button, you're up."
Dimmock turned bright red but chose to say nothing.
"Don't like button? Hmm... Buttercup? Daisy? Cute?"
Dimmock stared pointedly at the wall in silence.
"Is this a "You should call me Inspector" silence?" There was a brief pause. "I shall take that as a yes. Are you really an Inspector? You look too young."
Dimmock bristled "Yes and I've proved myself on many occasions."
"Well, isn't that nice to know, kiddo. So, while the boss is busy, you know this chick well?"
"I take it, that you are referring to Sergeant Donovan?"
"Coy boy."
"What?"
"Still, would you rather be toy boy? I imagine you're always the baby in a relationship, in the office, in the family." Dimmock blushed, "Yes, I'm often right. Well, not sure I remember being wrong."
"Do pets get to think then?"
There was silence, Dimmock smiled apparently a reply was unexpected "I'm not a pet. Move into the room." Dimmock carefully stepped into the room, his feet were started to rub slightly now on his heels. Awful invention. "Make your guess, I'm bored of you, baby."
"You don't sound bored of me." Dimmock walked over to the table and made his selection. "I don't see what you're suggesting with Donovan, she's not my type. We talk sometimes."
"Right, because you've never looked." there was a small laugh and Dimmock frowned. "so baby cheeks, lover boy, young master sub, it's buzz time."
Dimmock looked annoyed at the voice before letting out a small cry of pain. He heard the microphone click off and sat on the table trying to massage his feet best he could. He just wished he wasn't wearing heels, the dress he could live with.
A/N: Please let me know you're there! I get paranoid I'm the only one reading it! Are you enjoying it? Who is the mystery man? Worked out a theory on whodunit? Want Jim back? Want to see what he has planned? Who's your favourite character? Am I in character? Am I too nervous? Please reply...