Untimely Interruptions
...can they be overcome?
My first attempt at this. It was an answer to a challenge laid down by Katie which was as follows-
Must involve:
1. Susie and Jonesy
2. A small child
3. An animal
4. A television set
5. one of them wearing anothers clothes...
6. an Alex/Amy moment.
Warnings: some mild coarse language, violence
Disclaimer: their characters, my imagination
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All the Heelers were at the station, on a hot summer afternoon. Everything was quiet, with the exception of playful arguing and conversation between Joss and Kelly coming from the cage, where they were checking through the lost and confiscated items. The Boss sat in his office as usual; the Sarge, Alex, Jonesy and Susie sat around at their desks, none with enough energy to make conversation. The only sound in the room was the buzz of the fan as it rotated to give each person in the room relief from the heat for a split second. The phone rang, and the Sarge answered it.
"Mt Thomas Police, Sgt Jacobs speaking." Alex turned to Susie and Jonesy.
"Bags not taking this one, it's too bloody hot to go out today. It's yours." He drawled lazily.
Both of them groaned; their strength drained by the heat. All three of them sat up straight in their chairs and made sounds of ecstasy in a Mexican wave as the fan went around again. It paused before turning back again, the Sarge smiling and basking in the cool blast as he hung up the phone.
"Okay, we have a report of a stolen show quality goat and its calf at a farm out on Ridge Rd." — the phone rang again, this time Amy answering it from her office. "She says the man from the next farm over has taken them." He rolled his eyes as he handed the address to Susie. "You and Jones can have this one."
Alex chuckled at them, full of self-satisfaction as they dragged themselves up and prepared to leave. Amy stuck her head into the room from her office.
"We've got a call from a guy who claims that he just caught his wife shaking their 2-year old son. She's started waving a knife at him, and he's locked himself in the bathroom. Alex, can you come and check it out with me?"
His face fell. He glared over at Jonesy, who burst out laughing loudly as he walked out the door, and shook his head. He looked up to the ceiling. "Why, God, why?" He asked helplessly.
"Come on Senior, get a move on." The Sarge chuckled as Alex trudged towards the door.
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In the car, Susie was speeding down the road, the air conditioner on full blast.
"Aahh…" Jonesy aimed the air con vent at his face and leant back in his seat. He undid a button on his shirt and shook it, letting some air in.
"Alright, calm down." Susie said, amused. Jonesy was indignant.
"What? I'm dying. It's 100 degrees." Susie shook her head, smiling. They spent the rest of the trip quietly, enjoying their sanctuary of cold. As they drove up the driveway towards the house, they saw the old woman sitting on a chair on the veranda. She stood up as they parked, and started marching towards the patrol car.
"Hello, hello. This should be fun." Said Jonesy snidely as they got out of the car. The woman crossed her arms as they introduced themselves, looking irritated.
"Well it's about time you lot got here. Old Stevenson from next door's taken my Nancy. And the new kid. They are show quality goats. Prize winning animals." She ranted, hands on hips. Susie struggled to contain her laughter.
"And why do you think that this… is it Mr Stevenson, stole your goat?" Jonesy enquired with a hint of a smile.
"Because he claims that Bill is the father of the kid, so wants to take the kid for himself." She was incredulous. Susie stifled her giggles behind her hand, Jonesy turned to her, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. Jonesy questioned her further.
"I assume that Bill is Mr Stevenson's goat." The lady nodded, Susie scoffed. "So why would he take…" he paused "ah, Nancy, as well?" Susie was no longer able to control her laughter. She turned away, covering her mouth.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She giggled. The old woman was furious. She turned to Jonesy, ignoring Susie as she tried to get her laughing under control.
"Because she's still feeding, that's why. Now you'd better get—" She stomped her foot, setting Susie off again. Jonesy quickly covered up, pulling her around and setting her off walking. He turned to the woman.
"Alright, we'll go and talk to Mr Stevenson and see if we can straighten this out. Let's go." And with that, the two coppers set off across the paddock for the next farm.
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Meanwhile, Amy and Alex's job was a lot less amusing. Amy was inside, talking to the wife, who had calmed down. Alex stood at the back of the ambulance outside, where the man was being checked by the paramedics for a nasty cut on his arm. He clutched his son in his arms, holding him close and refusing to let him go. Alex tried to calm him down.
"Come on mate, its alright. Let me hold him for a minute, just so they can take a look at your arm. Don't worry, I'm staying right here." He smiled reassuringly at the man, holding out his arms to take the boy. The man shook his head, realising that he was being stupid.
"Yeah, sorry. I'm just a little shaken up." He handed the small boy over to Alex, rolling up his sleeve for the ambos. Alex took the boy, rested him on his hip and jiggled him, smiling.
"Hey buddy. What's his name?" Alex ruffled his hair gently.
"Josh. He's-" the man was interrupted by yelling from inside the house. The man's wife came running out into the garden, closely followed by Amy and the other ambulance officer.
"Woah, hang on." Alex quickly gave Josh back to the man and ran to intercept the wife's path. He grabbed her, and dragged her away from the ambulance and her now crying son. She was hysterical, screaming and swearing, hitting Alex as she tried to escape his grasp. He pulled her to the ground and managed to get the handcuffs on her. He turned to Amy who had just caught up, and sighed.
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