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The busy bullpen rang with noise. The casual observer would assume that chaos ruled this office on a regular basis. However, the more informed observer would realize that this was a controlled and contained chaotic mess that the men and women of Major Crime created and used to keep their high solve rate high.
Occasional lulls in conversation and movement around the bullpen did happen. One of these lulls was being experienced as Captain Simon Banks entered the room - heading for his personal office at the back of the room. Before he walked too far in, he had been ambushed by two detectives, one inspector, one secretary and one former bomb squad captain. On the way through the police department building, several officers had also way sided Banks, causing him to be several minutes late and Simon Banks was not a man to be late.
"What do you people want!" growled Banks, who hadn't had the chance to have his first cup of coffee that particular morning. An early call from his son, Daryl, had interrupted his morning routine as well as a call from his vacationing dynamic duo.
While the fierce growl caused the mob to proceed cautiously, as the elite of the department, they didn't let their captain's tone of voice control their next move. Voices demanded, "Have you heard from Ellison and Sandburg? Did they call yet? Did they get into trouble yet? Has the bet been won?"
And that was the crux of the matter. Much money was riding on Sandburg and Ellison's vacation. It was widely known that the two couldn't take a vacation without running into trouble.
Those that worked with the duo placed bets on the welfare of their comrades. These were not stupid men and women who worked the toughest cases in Cascade. While smart, they had an addiction to trying to predict the occurrences their fellow detectives (Blair was one in all but name and paycheck) usually ran into. They enjoyed taking advantage of their workmates' vacation jinx to gain themselves some easy money. The more unusual and unique the situation the two found themselves in, the more dough was paid off to the winner.
Simon sighed, "Who had 30 hours after take-off?"
"OOOHH HAA!" yelled a very happy Henri Brown. "Pay up people!"
Simon shook his head as the rest of the department groaned, Rhonda being the exception. The captain's secretary quickly headed for her desk. Once there, she reached into the top drawer and pulled out a flat book. Taking a pen, she made marks on one of the pages towards the back and made to speak, "Okay, people, who's up for an injury at 72 hours into the trip at 3 to 1 odds?"
Interlude
Back Home:
The busy bullpen rang with noise. The casual observer would assume that chaos ruled this office on a regular basis. However, the more informed observer would realize that this was a controlled and contained chaotic mess that the men and women of Major Crime created and used to keep their high solve rate high.
Occasional lulls in conversation and movement around the bullpen did happen. One of these lulls was being experienced as Captain Simon Banks entered the room - heading for his personal office at the back of the room. Before he walked too far in, he had been ambushed by two detectives, one inspector, one secretary and one former bomb squad captain. On the way through the police department building, several officers had also way sided Banks, causing him to be several minutes late and Simon Banks was not a man to be late.
"What do you people want!" growled Banks, who hadn't had the chance to have his first cup of coffee that particular morning. An early call from his son, Daryl, had interrupted his morning routine as well as a call from his vacationing dynamic duo.
While the fierce growl caused the mob to proceed cautiously, as the elite of the department, they didn't let their captain's tone of voice control their next move. Voices demanded, "Have you heard from Ellison and Sandburg? Did they call yet? Did they get into trouble yet? Has the bet been won?"
And that was the crux of the matter. Much money was riding on Sandburg and Ellison's vacation. It was widely known that the two couldn't take a vacation without running into trouble.
Those that worked with the duo placed bets on the welfare of their comrades. These were not stupid men and women who worked the toughest cases in Cascade. While smart, they had an addiction to trying to predict the occurrences their fellow detectives (Blair was one in all but name and paycheck) usually ran into. They enjoyed taking advantage of their workmates' vacation jinx to gain themselves some easy money. The more unusual and unique the situation the two found themselves in, the more dough was paid off to the winner.
Simon sighed, "Who had 30 hours after take-off?"
"OOOHH HAA!" yelled a very happy Henri Brown. "Pay up people!"
Simon shook his head as the rest of the department groaned, Rhonda being the exception. The captain's secretary quickly headed for her desk. Once there, she reached into the top drawer and pulled out a flat book. Taking a pen, she made marks on one of the pages towards the back and made to speak, "Okay, people, who's up for an injury at 72 hours into the trip at 3 to 1 odds?"