Hey All!
I'm back from Mildura, so I decided it was time I sat down and sent of
the work I did when I was away. And if I see one more orange......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Notes: Well, I tried to last an entire week, without Heelers.
No show (damn the Olympics!), no fics, no discussion- nothing! Why, I
hear you all ask. I'm in the land of the Oranges.... that's right,
Mildura. I don't mind the place so much, except that I haven't got a
modem here- so I can't talk to you all. So I decided to write a fic
myself. They've been few and far between, so I decided that a grand
total of 3 ( and one unfinished- and I don't think I'll finish it, I'm
bored with it) could do with another. So here's a brand new one just for you.
This fic isn't political. I personally believe in S11s cause (I'm a bit
of a hypercrite though. I work at Maccas.) I just don't necessarily
believe in some of the tactics. OMG, I have already made it political-
time to stop now, and start writing I think!
Riot
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Senior Sergeants Office
Mt Thomas Police Station
Saturday, 3:00pm
'With all due respect sir, this is hardly practical...'
'But sir...'
'That's only one uniform left...'
'The prison riot was hardly.....'
'PJ will hate it...'
'9am Sunday.'
'Bye sir.'
Tom hung up the phone and sighed, his officers would not like this one
bit.
********************
Mt. Thomas Station
3:05pm
'I got the lunches yesterday. Your turn Stretch.' said Jo, swinging
around casually in her chair.
'Nope- you get 'em. It's tradition. The newest member to the station gets
the lunches.' Returned Jack who was standing at the exotic coffee
machine.
'Wouldn't that mean Tess gets 'em?' queried Ben from his desk. The young pair was always
squabbling, and he enjoyed throwing a spanner in the works.
'Don't even think about it!' called the feisty sergeant, 'and for that comment- you can go and
get them Senior Constable.'
Ben groaned and got up, reaching for his hat.
'Wait a minute Stewart!' called Tom as he appeared from his office. Tom rarely ventured out into
the body of the station. All the officer's knew it was serious. 'You'd better all sit down I
think. And Parrish, get PJ.'
Jo quickly jumped up to grab PJ. This all seemed very serious, she wondered what was up.
Soon the two returned, and PJ sat himself down on Ben's desk.
'I was just on the blower to the Inspector...'
'What have I done now?' muttered Jo to nobody in particular.
'Enough Parrish!' Jo grinned sheepishly.
'I'm sure you've all heard of the World Economic Forum.'
The officers murmured yes, and nodded.
'Well, I have been asked to send three of my uniform members down to assist.'
They all groaned.
'This has nothing to do with me, I don't want you to go- this could get violent, and I don't want
my members to be at risk. But it's out of my hands.'
'Then which of us stays?' asked Tess hopefully.
'Stewart will remain, and PJ, St. David's are temporarily positioning you as Sergeant.'
PJ opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, trying to think of something to say.
Ben gained composure first, 'Why do I stay?' he asked. 'Surely it would make sense for Tess to
stay, to keep the station running. Or Jo, if this is going to be a violent situation?'
'Ah- I think I can handle this Ben.' contended Jo, forcefully, 'Just because I'm female doesn't
mean I can't...'
'Settle down Parrish.' replied Tom quickly, 'This was my decision, because I believe that you
Stewart, are an old hand now at this station, compared to say Tess, or even Parrish and Lawson.
I'd prefer to have you and PJ if I only have two members.'
This answer seemed to satisfy both Jo and Ben, and they sat back down again.
By now, PJ had found his tongue.
'Why do I have to be demoted for this. I haven't done anything wrong- why am I being reprimanded.'
'I'm sorry PJ, but the decision was that we have only skeleton staff. No frills, so to speak.
All major CI matters go to St. David's.' Tom was being completely calm and rational, despite the
fact that he didn't like the decision. But it wasn't his position to make it, but merely sell it.
'What do we have to do?' asked Jack. He had been quiet throughout the entire discussion. It
didn't bother him too much.
'I need you three to go home now. Get packed. Your accommodation has been settled in a motel in
Pascoe Vale. There are only two rooms, and as senior officer, Tess gets the room to herself.
Lawson and Parrish are to share. You need to report for duty at Flinders Street tomorrow at noon.
The rest will be explained there. '
Jo's eyes searched Jack's for a reaction, but blushed and turned away as he looked up to meet her eyes.
'When do we get back?' asked Tess.
'You're last day in Melbourne is Wednesday. The three of you will start you're normal shifts again on
Thursday. Now off you go. And I don't want any complaints. I don't like this any more then you do!'
********
Part 2: Getting Packed
********
Imperial Hotel
4:00pm
Jack and Jo sat on the stairs of the Imperial, discussing the news.
'Do you think it will be violent?' wondered Jo aloud.
'Dunno. Bit of action will be nice for a change.' grinned Jack, only to be meet with a playful punch on the
shoulder.
'You men are all the same!' laughed Jo.
'So… do you wanna take the trip down together?' asked Jack.
'Makes sense. How about we take my car- yours is a little...ah...'
'Rusty? Country-like? Embarrassing?'
'I was going to go with smelly actually!'
'What are you suggesting? I took a shower last... ah... week I think!' Jack grinned impishly. He got
another wack.
'I was actually implying that your horse smelt- not you.'
'Well that I take offence at!'
'Come on Stretch. Lets get packing. Should we ring Tess?'
'By that, I assume you mean, I should ring her.'
'You're a clever boy Jacko!'
*******
Tess Galagher's House
Mt. Thomas
4:20pm
Tess lay on her couch while her tabby kitten played with hr shoelaces. Mitsi jumped up and down,
running back and forth like she was possessed.
'What am I going to do with you?' Tess asked the cat. Mitsi looked at her mother, then a moth
behind Tess caught her eye, and she scuttled across the tiles to catch it.
Tess contemplated ringing Ben. He was the only person she could ask. There was no way she could
ring PJ. And the Boss didn't seem like a cat person. Someone had to feed the little thing.
She reached for the phone, and was suprised when it started ringing.
'Hello?'
'Oh, Hi Jack.'
'Sure. Do you guys want to go in my car?'
'Fair enough.'
'Okay, in two hours. '
'Bye.'
She pressed a few buttons. Then put the phone down again. She didn't know Ben's number.
Tess groaned. After being in Mt. Thomas for several months now, you'd think she'd have the
phone numbers of her colleagues. She walked slowly to the spare room. The entire house was spotless,
except for this junk room. She still hadn't got around to unpacking the remainder of her things. It was
all stuff she rarely used, so it hadn't mattered until now.
Tess strew the contents of several boxes around the room, aware of the fact she still had to pack.
Where on earth was the phone book?
********
Mt. Thomas Police Station
4:45pm
'I'm back!' called PJ as he wandered slowly into the relatively empty station.
'Hey. Show us your uniform!' laughed Ben.
PJ pulled out the uniform he hadn't worn the several years. Since Tom was sick in fact.
Ben sat down again, disappointed. 'It's no different to any other uniform..... I spose the funny part
comes when you put it on- Sergeant!'
PJ slowly wandered towards the locker room. He wasn't looking forward to this one bit. He was
extremely fearful of his growing belly. He hoped the many beers he'd consumed wouldn't affect him too
much. He patted his stomach, with a worried look on his face, but quickly straightened it, hopeful that
Ben hadn't caught it.
********
Tess Galagher's House
4:50pm
'I'm an idiot!' Tess said to herself aloud.
She looked down at the kitten who was having a great time, jumping in and out of the mess.
'Ben's still at work isn't he!'
She jumped up, and headed straight for the phone.
*******
Mt. Thomas Station
4:50pm
'Mt. Thomas Station, Senior Constable Ben Stewart speaking.'
'Hey Tess...'
'Sure- what is it?'
'You have a cat?'
'Sorry, you just never mentioned it.'
********
Tess Galagher's House
4:52pm
'It never came up in conversation.'
'So that's okay? Just feed her in the morning, then let her out. But when you feed her again at night
again, make sure you get her back in.'
'I'm not protective, she's just young.'
'Thanks a million Ben. I have a spare key in the third draw of my desk, in the matchbox.'
'I'm just security conscious.'
'Okay, see you on Thursday.'
Tess hung up the cordless, and walked into her kitchen to start to make a list of what she had to take.
********
Mt Thomas Station
5:10pm
'You coming out?' asked Ben, putting the phone down.
'In a sec,' came PJ's call.
Ben sighed, and wheeled his chair to Tess's desk. He opened the third desk, searching for the matchbox.
'Oi- what do you think you're doing Benny Boy?' called PJ authoritarianly.
Ben looked up, banging his head in the process.
'Oow....' he stopped as he looked up at the former detective. He didn't look all that bad, he had to admit.
PJ felt terrible though. Maggie had carefully ironed the uniform, such a long time ago… but he refused
to think about it. He'd leave that one for when he was off duty.
But the uniform itself was stiff and uncomfortable. He fitted into it... just. He hoped Ben couldn't notice.
'But there is one thing that needs fixing!'
'What are you doing Senior Constable?'
Ben tore off the velcro name badge, from the jumper. He swung his chair back to his desk, and
started sifting through a drawer.
PJ, with a concerned look on his face, questioned Ben again, 'Stewart, give it back to me. As your superior...'
Ben pulled out a roll of blue electrician's tape. 'You may be my superior,' he said, cutting off a piece,
'But you're not THAT superior.' He stuck the piece on the part of the tag that said "senior."
'Don't go jumping the ranks yet Hasham, you still have to kill off the one in there first!'
********
Jack's Room
Imperial
5:30pm
*Knock* *Knock*
Jack looked up from his suitcase. 'It's open!'
The door swung open to reveal Jo Parrish, in her civvies, bag in hand.
'Wow- you hardly started!' laughed Jo.
'Yeah I have,' he returned defensively, 'But I had to organise Matilda first.'
'The horse always comes first.'
'Well, I couldn't leave...'
'It was a joke Stretch, settle!' Jo continued giggling, as Jack returned to his suitcase
looking embarrassed.
'Look, let me give you a hand Jack, or we'll be here forever.' Jo sat down on the bed, 'What have we got so far?'
'Uniform, with two shirts, one hat. Pajamas. What else?'
'Casual clothes could be a start!'
I'm back from Mildura, so I decided it was time I sat down and sent of
the work I did when I was away. And if I see one more orange......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Notes: Well, I tried to last an entire week, without Heelers.
No show (damn the Olympics!), no fics, no discussion- nothing! Why, I
hear you all ask. I'm in the land of the Oranges.... that's right,
Mildura. I don't mind the place so much, except that I haven't got a
modem here- so I can't talk to you all. So I decided to write a fic
myself. They've been few and far between, so I decided that a grand
total of 3 ( and one unfinished- and I don't think I'll finish it, I'm
bored with it) could do with another. So here's a brand new one just for you.
This fic isn't political. I personally believe in S11s cause (I'm a bit
of a hypercrite though. I work at Maccas.) I just don't necessarily
believe in some of the tactics. OMG, I have already made it political-
time to stop now, and start writing I think!
Riot
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Senior Sergeants Office
Mt Thomas Police Station
Saturday, 3:00pm
'With all due respect sir, this is hardly practical...'
'But sir...'
'That's only one uniform left...'
'The prison riot was hardly.....'
'PJ will hate it...'
'9am Sunday.'
'Bye sir.'
Tom hung up the phone and sighed, his officers would not like this one
bit.
********************
Mt. Thomas Station
3:05pm
'I got the lunches yesterday. Your turn Stretch.' said Jo, swinging
around casually in her chair.
'Nope- you get 'em. It's tradition. The newest member to the station gets
the lunches.' Returned Jack who was standing at the exotic coffee
machine.
'Wouldn't that mean Tess gets 'em?' queried Ben from his desk. The young pair was always
squabbling, and he enjoyed throwing a spanner in the works.
'Don't even think about it!' called the feisty sergeant, 'and for that comment- you can go and
get them Senior Constable.'
Ben groaned and got up, reaching for his hat.
'Wait a minute Stewart!' called Tom as he appeared from his office. Tom rarely ventured out into
the body of the station. All the officer's knew it was serious. 'You'd better all sit down I
think. And Parrish, get PJ.'
Jo quickly jumped up to grab PJ. This all seemed very serious, she wondered what was up.
Soon the two returned, and PJ sat himself down on Ben's desk.
'I was just on the blower to the Inspector...'
'What have I done now?' muttered Jo to nobody in particular.
'Enough Parrish!' Jo grinned sheepishly.
'I'm sure you've all heard of the World Economic Forum.'
The officers murmured yes, and nodded.
'Well, I have been asked to send three of my uniform members down to assist.'
They all groaned.
'This has nothing to do with me, I don't want you to go- this could get violent, and I don't want
my members to be at risk. But it's out of my hands.'
'Then which of us stays?' asked Tess hopefully.
'Stewart will remain, and PJ, St. David's are temporarily positioning you as Sergeant.'
PJ opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, trying to think of something to say.
Ben gained composure first, 'Why do I stay?' he asked. 'Surely it would make sense for Tess to
stay, to keep the station running. Or Jo, if this is going to be a violent situation?'
'Ah- I think I can handle this Ben.' contended Jo, forcefully, 'Just because I'm female doesn't
mean I can't...'
'Settle down Parrish.' replied Tom quickly, 'This was my decision, because I believe that you
Stewart, are an old hand now at this station, compared to say Tess, or even Parrish and Lawson.
I'd prefer to have you and PJ if I only have two members.'
This answer seemed to satisfy both Jo and Ben, and they sat back down again.
By now, PJ had found his tongue.
'Why do I have to be demoted for this. I haven't done anything wrong- why am I being reprimanded.'
'I'm sorry PJ, but the decision was that we have only skeleton staff. No frills, so to speak.
All major CI matters go to St. David's.' Tom was being completely calm and rational, despite the
fact that he didn't like the decision. But it wasn't his position to make it, but merely sell it.
'What do we have to do?' asked Jack. He had been quiet throughout the entire discussion. It
didn't bother him too much.
'I need you three to go home now. Get packed. Your accommodation has been settled in a motel in
Pascoe Vale. There are only two rooms, and as senior officer, Tess gets the room to herself.
Lawson and Parrish are to share. You need to report for duty at Flinders Street tomorrow at noon.
The rest will be explained there. '
Jo's eyes searched Jack's for a reaction, but blushed and turned away as he looked up to meet her eyes.
'When do we get back?' asked Tess.
'You're last day in Melbourne is Wednesday. The three of you will start you're normal shifts again on
Thursday. Now off you go. And I don't want any complaints. I don't like this any more then you do!'
********
Part 2: Getting Packed
********
Imperial Hotel
4:00pm
Jack and Jo sat on the stairs of the Imperial, discussing the news.
'Do you think it will be violent?' wondered Jo aloud.
'Dunno. Bit of action will be nice for a change.' grinned Jack, only to be meet with a playful punch on the
shoulder.
'You men are all the same!' laughed Jo.
'So… do you wanna take the trip down together?' asked Jack.
'Makes sense. How about we take my car- yours is a little...ah...'
'Rusty? Country-like? Embarrassing?'
'I was going to go with smelly actually!'
'What are you suggesting? I took a shower last... ah... week I think!' Jack grinned impishly. He got
another wack.
'I was actually implying that your horse smelt- not you.'
'Well that I take offence at!'
'Come on Stretch. Lets get packing. Should we ring Tess?'
'By that, I assume you mean, I should ring her.'
'You're a clever boy Jacko!'
*******
Tess Galagher's House
Mt. Thomas
4:20pm
Tess lay on her couch while her tabby kitten played with hr shoelaces. Mitsi jumped up and down,
running back and forth like she was possessed.
'What am I going to do with you?' Tess asked the cat. Mitsi looked at her mother, then a moth
behind Tess caught her eye, and she scuttled across the tiles to catch it.
Tess contemplated ringing Ben. He was the only person she could ask. There was no way she could
ring PJ. And the Boss didn't seem like a cat person. Someone had to feed the little thing.
She reached for the phone, and was suprised when it started ringing.
'Hello?'
'Oh, Hi Jack.'
'Sure. Do you guys want to go in my car?'
'Fair enough.'
'Okay, in two hours. '
'Bye.'
She pressed a few buttons. Then put the phone down again. She didn't know Ben's number.
Tess groaned. After being in Mt. Thomas for several months now, you'd think she'd have the
phone numbers of her colleagues. She walked slowly to the spare room. The entire house was spotless,
except for this junk room. She still hadn't got around to unpacking the remainder of her things. It was
all stuff she rarely used, so it hadn't mattered until now.
Tess strew the contents of several boxes around the room, aware of the fact she still had to pack.
Where on earth was the phone book?
********
Mt. Thomas Police Station
4:45pm
'I'm back!' called PJ as he wandered slowly into the relatively empty station.
'Hey. Show us your uniform!' laughed Ben.
PJ pulled out the uniform he hadn't worn the several years. Since Tom was sick in fact.
Ben sat down again, disappointed. 'It's no different to any other uniform..... I spose the funny part
comes when you put it on- Sergeant!'
PJ slowly wandered towards the locker room. He wasn't looking forward to this one bit. He was
extremely fearful of his growing belly. He hoped the many beers he'd consumed wouldn't affect him too
much. He patted his stomach, with a worried look on his face, but quickly straightened it, hopeful that
Ben hadn't caught it.
********
Tess Galagher's House
4:50pm
'I'm an idiot!' Tess said to herself aloud.
She looked down at the kitten who was having a great time, jumping in and out of the mess.
'Ben's still at work isn't he!'
She jumped up, and headed straight for the phone.
*******
Mt. Thomas Station
4:50pm
'Mt. Thomas Station, Senior Constable Ben Stewart speaking.'
'Hey Tess...'
'Sure- what is it?'
'You have a cat?'
'Sorry, you just never mentioned it.'
********
Tess Galagher's House
4:52pm
'It never came up in conversation.'
'So that's okay? Just feed her in the morning, then let her out. But when you feed her again at night
again, make sure you get her back in.'
'I'm not protective, she's just young.'
'Thanks a million Ben. I have a spare key in the third draw of my desk, in the matchbox.'
'I'm just security conscious.'
'Okay, see you on Thursday.'
Tess hung up the cordless, and walked into her kitchen to start to make a list of what she had to take.
********
Mt Thomas Station
5:10pm
'You coming out?' asked Ben, putting the phone down.
'In a sec,' came PJ's call.
Ben sighed, and wheeled his chair to Tess's desk. He opened the third desk, searching for the matchbox.
'Oi- what do you think you're doing Benny Boy?' called PJ authoritarianly.
Ben looked up, banging his head in the process.
'Oow....' he stopped as he looked up at the former detective. He didn't look all that bad, he had to admit.
PJ felt terrible though. Maggie had carefully ironed the uniform, such a long time ago… but he refused
to think about it. He'd leave that one for when he was off duty.
But the uniform itself was stiff and uncomfortable. He fitted into it... just. He hoped Ben couldn't notice.
'But there is one thing that needs fixing!'
'What are you doing Senior Constable?'
Ben tore off the velcro name badge, from the jumper. He swung his chair back to his desk, and
started sifting through a drawer.
PJ, with a concerned look on his face, questioned Ben again, 'Stewart, give it back to me. As your superior...'
Ben pulled out a roll of blue electrician's tape. 'You may be my superior,' he said, cutting off a piece,
'But you're not THAT superior.' He stuck the piece on the part of the tag that said "senior."
'Don't go jumping the ranks yet Hasham, you still have to kill off the one in there first!'
********
Jack's Room
Imperial
5:30pm
*Knock* *Knock*
Jack looked up from his suitcase. 'It's open!'
The door swung open to reveal Jo Parrish, in her civvies, bag in hand.
'Wow- you hardly started!' laughed Jo.
'Yeah I have,' he returned defensively, 'But I had to organise Matilda first.'
'The horse always comes first.'
'Well, I couldn't leave...'
'It was a joke Stretch, settle!' Jo continued giggling, as Jack returned to his suitcase
looking embarrassed.
'Look, let me give you a hand Jack, or we'll be here forever.' Jo sat down on the bed, 'What have we got so far?'
'Uniform, with two shirts, one hat. Pajamas. What else?'
'Casual clothes could be a start!'