Fired?
A/N: This is the first fanfiction I have ever written, so I apologise in advance if it's not the best. But I hope you'll maybe get some enjoyment out of it anyway :)
The cold, wet air surrounded Jane Johnson as she travelled up the stairs to the police station. She paused for a second when she got to the top to recollect her thoughts. "Good old London." she thought to herself, it never failed to give her a chill up her spine before going to work. Tilting her head up, she stared at the big police sign at the front of the building and took a big sigh. It might be the last time she sees this establishment as her boss told her to expect some very important news the night before.
A colleague bumped into her during her thought process. "Oh god! Sorry, Jane, I didn't see you there." She took a moment to observe the situation, spotting the worried look on Jane's face. "Hey... are you alright? You look haunted."
"Sorry... I'm just taking a last look at this building as I'm almost 100% sure I'm going to be fired." She sighed, avoiding eye contact. She had been at the Metropolitan Police department for a long time at this point, she knew pretty much every face, every gossip, every nook and cranny of the place. It was like a second home to her.
"Fired? Are you serious? How come? You're a brilliant police officer, I'm failing to understand why." She exclaimed.
"The big boss told me to expect some very important news today and to meet him in his office. I guess I haven't been pulling my weight. Besides, there have been budget cuts too, I think I might be getting the sack, Debs."
"Jesus Christ Jane, I'm sorry to hear that. At least your boss is pretty chill, he'll give it to you gently." She said, placing her hand on Jane's shoulder to offer some comfort. "Give me a call with any updates, yeah? I'm always here."
"Of course, thanks Debs, I seriously appreciate it." Jane waved goodbye to Debby as she started walking again to her ultimate demise.
The doors opened, revealing the warm air that the building held in, almost as if she was walking into hell. The knots in her stomach turned and twisted as she gradually got closer and closer to the office. Stopping, Jane lent against the wall as it become all too much for her, feeling like she might be sick. "Shit", she mumbled under her breath, hoping no one could hear her. But the familiar sounds of beeping and typing from the computers would have hidden that anyway. Taking another breath of much-needed air, to calm her nerves, she found the courage to continue on with the journey. After stumbling across the hills of uneven carpets and furious winds of the fans which flew through her long brown hair, she was finally there, the dreaded office she hoped to never find herself in. She took a moment to look at the carefully put name tag on the door. "Detective Inspector Jack Mooney" it read. She remembered that her boss was a nice man, who always had stories to tell from his various adventures which always brought a smile to her face. Hopefully, she'll get the sympathetic response as that would give her at least some peace.
She knocked on the door three times, ringing in her delicate ears a little more with each bang, followed by the standard "Sir?" as formalities are important in the workplace.
"Ah, come in, it's yourself!" exclaimed the Irish voice.
That sounded a little too enthusiastic, she thought, she was about to be fired after all.
"Hello, sir, you mentioned some important news on the phone yesterday?" she uttered while closing the door.
"Yes! Please, come, you might want to be seated for this." He said while pointing at the chair in front of the desk.
Oh god, this is it, the words "you're fired" will leave his mouth any second and Jane doesn't think anything in the world will prepare her for it.
She carefully inched closer to the desk where her seat lay and sat down, meeting eye to eye with D.I Mooney.
"Let me just get some files from under my desk, won't be a second!" He said with glee.
Jane analyzed the room, darting her eyes from object to object to distract her from her rising anxiety. She noted a few things, such as a stapler, a printer, and a picture of Jack and his daughter, which he displayed proudly on his wall. Quickly, her thought process was interrupted by her boss finally finding the mysterious files.
"Ah! There we go" he said while flicking through the files, making sure he really did get the right ones. "Jane, I'm going to tell you something life-changing, so be glad you're seated" explained with increasing excitement.
Bracing for impact, Jane nodded without saying words, otherwise, she might very well cry, which would be most embarrassing, especially in front of her boss.
"You're going to the Caribbean!" He exclaimed almost jumping out of his seat.
"Huh?"