Part 12
5: 30 am
"Are you sure the Official comes in this early?" Darien asks, shifting his postion for the third time in fifteen minutes. Crossed legged on the floor now,he wonders why the Official changed his morning hours on them again, and he stares up at the pacing Hobbes.
"I think so,I don't know why he started coming in earlier, you know I wish you hadn't recommend we do this. I would really like to go back to bed." He yawns.
"I know, I would too, but I think its important that we do this. You said you were getting bored on what to do at night when we have down time. What better thing to do than spy on Eberts and Monroe." Darien really doesn't want to spy on them, he just knows Hobbes will jump at the idea. Its an experiment, he wants to see if he can get Monroe dating that maybe she will stop being so bitchy towards them, and trust their ability to do their job correctly, without the petty backup, she always insists upon. He always is suprised when something interesting comes out of Hobbes paranoid suggestions, though he still will never trust them all, they have got them into some tight spots.
"I don't see what she sees in him, I mean I have been trying to win some brownie points since she first got here, and that little mouse, walks in on her one day crying, and then they are totally in love now." Hobbes says bitterly. He rubs the back of his balding head, his brown eyes searching the corridors for the Fat Man.
"Did you ever think it may have been going on before then, did you see how uncomfortable Eberts was when we walked in Monroe's office, yesterday. He's more paranoid then you are about losing his job over this. Even though in the hallway he told me if 'I wanted to play that way fine.' I don't think he really wants to lose his job, especially if it has been going on a while, and they are planning to get married -or- something. He probably gets paid less than you, hes basically a glorified Gopher."
"Who is a glorified Gopher?" The Official asks, standing right behind the pacing Hobbes. Hobbes turns and backs away, slightly, so he doesn't collide into the Fat Man. "And do you know its five thirty, you do not need to be here so early."
"Well, we have something to discuss with you about company policy." Darien says, rising from his postion on the wall. His stood on ends hair bounces a little, as he stands.
The Official glares at them. "What exactly about the company policy?"
"Why don't we discuss this in your office." Hobbes suggests, walking towards the door.
He continues to glare, "This better not be something stupid, like when you tried to request a pinball machine in the keep."
"Hey, that wasn't stupid, I thought that was a pretty good idea." Hobbes defends.
"Why do you think I changed my hours, so I would not have to hear anymore of your suggestions on how to make changes." He answers his own question.
"Look, I think you will like this one, it may help improve a little problem we have." Darien says.
"Which is?"
"A one Miss Alexandra Monroe."Hobbes and Fawkes say in unison.
"Step into my office."
----
Thirty minutes later.
"Why should I make it where Eberts has time for a sex life, I need his assistance at all hours, when we are on cases." The Official says wiping off his reading glasses.
"Listen, when we barged in on them kissing, Alex vocal five seconds, but then she turned it over to Eberts to get us out of his house. She respects him enough to let him speak on his behalf. Don't you think if they started dating, and getting far into the romance, he can go talk to her in the hallway, when she starts getting all mucho, and put her in her place." Fawkes answers.
"Yeah, what he said." Hobbes replies.
"Who said she would?" The Official asks.
Fawkes and Hobbes do not have time to answer. Whispers are heard in the hallway.
"This wasn't a good idea, you picking me up for work."
"I wanted too."
"You can't do it again, without asking, it looks supicous you coming in at six. "
"Okay, I am sorry. "
"You should go, I'll see you later."
"Before I go you have a spot of..."
"Leave it, its barely noticable. Go home, and get some sleep."
"Okay."
The Official smiles. He motions for them to come in. "I think you may have something. I appricate your suggestion, and will work on it." He says as he reconizes the first voice as Eberts, and the second voice as Monroe.
Fawkes and Hobbes smile. "Good, Good." Hobbes says as Fawkes says, "We'd knew you see the light."
A knock resonates from outside the door. Fawkes and Hobbes go to sit in the chairs in front of the Official's desk.
"Come in, Eberts!" He calls. His assistant enters quietly. He doesn't say a word. The Official stares at the two agents in the chair. "Do not come in here a third time asking me about that stupid pinball machine!"
"Its a good idea sir." Hobbes says, catching onto the game.
"Everybody likes pinball." Fawkes follows with. He turns to Eberts "Don't you like pinball, Eberts?"
He starts to open his mouth.
"Do not answer that Eberts, we do not have it in our budget, maybe, just maybe if you do the next twelve cases without botching anything, we will see about getting you a small one!" The Official glares at them.
"Twelve? Don't you think that's a little severe, sir?" Hobbes says.
"No, you are dismissed."
They leave hastily. The Official glances up at his assistant. "Is that paint on your hand?" He says noticing a small patch of blue.
"Oh?"he looks down at his hand, "Should I go wash it off?"
"No, it gives you character, Eberts." The official jokes. "I have some paperwork to do, and you have files to update, get on with you!"
Eberts nods and scurries out.
The Official finds a form in the bottom of his desk drawer that reads, "Changes to Company Policy."
5: 30 am
"Are you sure the Official comes in this early?" Darien asks, shifting his postion for the third time in fifteen minutes. Crossed legged on the floor now,he wonders why the Official changed his morning hours on them again, and he stares up at the pacing Hobbes.
"I think so,I don't know why he started coming in earlier, you know I wish you hadn't recommend we do this. I would really like to go back to bed." He yawns.
"I know, I would too, but I think its important that we do this. You said you were getting bored on what to do at night when we have down time. What better thing to do than spy on Eberts and Monroe." Darien really doesn't want to spy on them, he just knows Hobbes will jump at the idea. Its an experiment, he wants to see if he can get Monroe dating that maybe she will stop being so bitchy towards them, and trust their ability to do their job correctly, without the petty backup, she always insists upon. He always is suprised when something interesting comes out of Hobbes paranoid suggestions, though he still will never trust them all, they have got them into some tight spots.
"I don't see what she sees in him, I mean I have been trying to win some brownie points since she first got here, and that little mouse, walks in on her one day crying, and then they are totally in love now." Hobbes says bitterly. He rubs the back of his balding head, his brown eyes searching the corridors for the Fat Man.
"Did you ever think it may have been going on before then, did you see how uncomfortable Eberts was when we walked in Monroe's office, yesterday. He's more paranoid then you are about losing his job over this. Even though in the hallway he told me if 'I wanted to play that way fine.' I don't think he really wants to lose his job, especially if it has been going on a while, and they are planning to get married -or- something. He probably gets paid less than you, hes basically a glorified Gopher."
"Who is a glorified Gopher?" The Official asks, standing right behind the pacing Hobbes. Hobbes turns and backs away, slightly, so he doesn't collide into the Fat Man. "And do you know its five thirty, you do not need to be here so early."
"Well, we have something to discuss with you about company policy." Darien says, rising from his postion on the wall. His stood on ends hair bounces a little, as he stands.
The Official glares at them. "What exactly about the company policy?"
"Why don't we discuss this in your office." Hobbes suggests, walking towards the door.
He continues to glare, "This better not be something stupid, like when you tried to request a pinball machine in the keep."
"Hey, that wasn't stupid, I thought that was a pretty good idea." Hobbes defends.
"Why do you think I changed my hours, so I would not have to hear anymore of your suggestions on how to make changes." He answers his own question.
"Look, I think you will like this one, it may help improve a little problem we have." Darien says.
"Which is?"
"A one Miss Alexandra Monroe."Hobbes and Fawkes say in unison.
"Step into my office."
----
Thirty minutes later.
"Why should I make it where Eberts has time for a sex life, I need his assistance at all hours, when we are on cases." The Official says wiping off his reading glasses.
"Listen, when we barged in on them kissing, Alex vocal five seconds, but then she turned it over to Eberts to get us out of his house. She respects him enough to let him speak on his behalf. Don't you think if they started dating, and getting far into the romance, he can go talk to her in the hallway, when she starts getting all mucho, and put her in her place." Fawkes answers.
"Yeah, what he said." Hobbes replies.
"Who said she would?" The Official asks.
Fawkes and Hobbes do not have time to answer. Whispers are heard in the hallway.
"This wasn't a good idea, you picking me up for work."
"I wanted too."
"You can't do it again, without asking, it looks supicous you coming in at six. "
"Okay, I am sorry. "
"You should go, I'll see you later."
"Before I go you have a spot of..."
"Leave it, its barely noticable. Go home, and get some sleep."
"Okay."
The Official smiles. He motions for them to come in. "I think you may have something. I appricate your suggestion, and will work on it." He says as he reconizes the first voice as Eberts, and the second voice as Monroe.
Fawkes and Hobbes smile. "Good, Good." Hobbes says as Fawkes says, "We'd knew you see the light."
A knock resonates from outside the door. Fawkes and Hobbes go to sit in the chairs in front of the Official's desk.
"Come in, Eberts!" He calls. His assistant enters quietly. He doesn't say a word. The Official stares at the two agents in the chair. "Do not come in here a third time asking me about that stupid pinball machine!"
"Its a good idea sir." Hobbes says, catching onto the game.
"Everybody likes pinball." Fawkes follows with. He turns to Eberts "Don't you like pinball, Eberts?"
He starts to open his mouth.
"Do not answer that Eberts, we do not have it in our budget, maybe, just maybe if you do the next twelve cases without botching anything, we will see about getting you a small one!" The Official glares at them.
"Twelve? Don't you think that's a little severe, sir?" Hobbes says.
"No, you are dismissed."
They leave hastily. The Official glances up at his assistant. "Is that paint on your hand?" He says noticing a small patch of blue.
"Oh?"he looks down at his hand, "Should I go wash it off?"
"No, it gives you character, Eberts." The official jokes. "I have some paperwork to do, and you have files to update, get on with you!"
Eberts nods and scurries out.
The Official finds a form in the bottom of his desk drawer that reads, "Changes to Company Policy."