l'extrémité chapter of das uber-update. alas, no amore in this chapter, but it will be coming soon. liram e revisao! das vadanya! (let's see, that's french, italian, portugese, and russian. ain't babelfish grand?)
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Chapter Fifteen
Not Quitting, Just Leaving
Hermione had dreaded the confrontation with Inspector Hargrave. She was generally an easy going person, unless one of her cases started to go south. When Hermione had appeared in her office, resignation in hand, Hargrave was torn between anger at her AWOL officer and joy at the resolution of her case.
"That letter cinched it, Hathaway." Hermione resisted the urge to look around to see who she was talking to. "It all came down like a house of cards. We were a little worried when we couldn't find you yesterday."
Hermione knew she wasn't getting out of here until Hargrave got a semi-reasonable explanation. A careful mixture of truth and exaggeration seemed to be the best course of action.
"It's kinda weird. Work here hasn't been what I expected. I ran into a couple of old school friends last night. One of them offered me a job with his company. He took me on a tour of the place, to convince me." Hermione shrugged. "What can I say? Once I made up my mind, there didn't seem to be any reason to hang around."
Hargrave fiddled with a pen while she considered this. She had lifted an eyebrow when Hermione had mentioned that the friend was male. Hargrave was very adept at understanding interpersonal relationships, and she caught the fact that perhaps this friend was something more than just a friend right away.
"And you're sure this is what you want?" Hargrave examined the resignation letter. Hermione nodded firmly. Hargrave signed it with a flourish of her pen.
"Sorry to lose you Hathaway."
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"You know you're crazy right?"
"So I hear." Hermione looked up at her partner, who was helping her clean out her desk by sitting on it. "Look, I know it seems hasty, but I know what I'm doing."
"What exactly are you going to be doing?" Isabella asked.
"Working in the private sector."
"Uh-huh." Around here, that generally meant that you were going to work for some private security company as a consultant. But those jobs usually appealed to the officers closer to retirement age, who didn't wish to chase thugs at all hours of the night. Isabella, however, knew better than to push for more information. Anne Hathaway had been secretive all her life, she wasn't about to change now.
"Just don't disappear into the night or anything. You still owe me that twenty."
Hermione stood to indignantly protest that a tie does not constitute a win or a loss and that bet was technically un-winnable. Then she noticed Isabella's satisfaction at getting a reaction out of her now ex-partner.
"That game was a tie. You can't collect when no one wins."
"Pfft. You bet that Bristol would win. They didn't win did they?"
Hermione refused to dignify that with a response. She hefted the cardboard box of files and knickknacks.
"All done." Hermione held out her hand. Isabella took it and pulled her into a hug.
"Tell you what, you buy me lunch sometime, introduce me to this old friend of yours and we'll call it even."
"Deal."
Isabella sat on the now empty desk and watched Hermione weave her way to the door. She was aware that she was missing something here, but something told her that it was better that way. Whatever she was getting herself into, Hermione was more than capable of getting herself out, and may God help whoever got in her way.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
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Chapter Fifteen
Not Quitting, Just Leaving
Hermione had dreaded the confrontation with Inspector Hargrave. She was generally an easy going person, unless one of her cases started to go south. When Hermione had appeared in her office, resignation in hand, Hargrave was torn between anger at her AWOL officer and joy at the resolution of her case.
"That letter cinched it, Hathaway." Hermione resisted the urge to look around to see who she was talking to. "It all came down like a house of cards. We were a little worried when we couldn't find you yesterday."
Hermione knew she wasn't getting out of here until Hargrave got a semi-reasonable explanation. A careful mixture of truth and exaggeration seemed to be the best course of action.
"It's kinda weird. Work here hasn't been what I expected. I ran into a couple of old school friends last night. One of them offered me a job with his company. He took me on a tour of the place, to convince me." Hermione shrugged. "What can I say? Once I made up my mind, there didn't seem to be any reason to hang around."
Hargrave fiddled with a pen while she considered this. She had lifted an eyebrow when Hermione had mentioned that the friend was male. Hargrave was very adept at understanding interpersonal relationships, and she caught the fact that perhaps this friend was something more than just a friend right away.
"And you're sure this is what you want?" Hargrave examined the resignation letter. Hermione nodded firmly. Hargrave signed it with a flourish of her pen.
"Sorry to lose you Hathaway."
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"You know you're crazy right?"
"So I hear." Hermione looked up at her partner, who was helping her clean out her desk by sitting on it. "Look, I know it seems hasty, but I know what I'm doing."
"What exactly are you going to be doing?" Isabella asked.
"Working in the private sector."
"Uh-huh." Around here, that generally meant that you were going to work for some private security company as a consultant. But those jobs usually appealed to the officers closer to retirement age, who didn't wish to chase thugs at all hours of the night. Isabella, however, knew better than to push for more information. Anne Hathaway had been secretive all her life, she wasn't about to change now.
"Just don't disappear into the night or anything. You still owe me that twenty."
Hermione stood to indignantly protest that a tie does not constitute a win or a loss and that bet was technically un-winnable. Then she noticed Isabella's satisfaction at getting a reaction out of her now ex-partner.
"That game was a tie. You can't collect when no one wins."
"Pfft. You bet that Bristol would win. They didn't win did they?"
Hermione refused to dignify that with a response. She hefted the cardboard box of files and knickknacks.
"All done." Hermione held out her hand. Isabella took it and pulled her into a hug.
"Tell you what, you buy me lunch sometime, introduce me to this old friend of yours and we'll call it even."
"Deal."
Isabella sat on the now empty desk and watched Hermione weave her way to the door. She was aware that she was missing something here, but something told her that it was better that way. Whatever she was getting herself into, Hermione was more than capable of getting herself out, and may God help whoever got in her way.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
