Author's Notes: I don't think that this was in response to a Challenge at tSFA or not, but here it is! My first piece posted here. I would love some response! Thanks! I don't own the characters or anything like that. If I did, would I have written this? Maybe...
The final straw. That was it. She always thought that he would hear voices before this. The whole thing had gotten completely out of hand. The line had to be drawn somewhere, and authority on the issue was long overdue.
There was no reason for Dutch to be doodling Danny's name on their case file folders.
Claudette picked up Dutch's latest masterpiece, featuring "Danny" in big, bold, capital letters. She scoured the room with her eyes, looking for where he might have gone. Spying him in the break room, she stood up and began to walk toward him, taking the folder with her. She stepped into the room, and looked at Dutch, who was trying desperately hard to get some coffee from the container that she already knew was empty.
It didn't take long for Dutch to notice her standing there, and he acknowledged her right away. "Good morning." He smacked the container with his hand. "How are you today."
Claudette said nothing, but held up the folder that he had been working on decorating. Dutch didn't notice, as he had returned his attention to the coffee machine. Clearing her throat, she began her inquiry. "Care to explain this?" She crossed her empty arm around under her other one, still holding the file up for her partner to see.
"Hmmm?" Dutch began. He almost dropped his empty cup at the site of the drawing. "Um, that?" Claudette nodded. "That... Um, hmmm..." He searched himself for the words, and was slightly disturbed by the fact that Claudette's expression hadn't been compromised in the least bit but his indecision and dancing around of the answer. She was still interested in what he was trying to say, and it scared him. "Let's get back to work, shall we?" He moved past her, still gripping the empty cup.
All Claudette could do was to chuckle to herself at the private embarassment she had caused Dutch. He was acting like a teenager in highschool, and she wasn't about to let her chance at joking with him pass her by. No, she was going to take advantage of this situation, and she was going to love every minute of it. She was going to grill him for any hint of superiority for the rest of the day, and only because she wanted to have a little fun on his account. He was going to regret having written anything and leaving it around his desk in plain site. Claudette was sure that, after this day, she would never see another Dutch made Danny-Doodle on any more of their folders.