I have made a change, a prize to the first one who guesses what it is.
Inspector Thatcher stood in the hallway of consulate as she searched through the files Turnbull had 'organised' on the front desk. She will never be able to understand his filing system, she would've ordered somebody else to do the filing (Fraser probably) ages ago if it wasn't for the fact that, on non-busy days, she quite enjoyed trying sort out the mess. Unfortunately, today was a hectic day and she was not in the mood.
"Turnbull!" she straightened up from shuffling through the desk and bellowed at the top of her voice.
Turnbull appeared with a slightly terrified look on his face, almost like a rabbit in the face of a hungry fox. "Yes, sir,"
"Could you please…" She trailed off with a sound wafted in through the open windows. Two voices…shouting. "Is that…?" one voice was familiar.
"It's Constable Fraser, sir," Turnbull whispered in an awed voice.
"Is he…?" she whispered back.
"Shouting, sir," he whispered.
"Does he sound…?" she whispered.
"Angry, sir?" Turnbull whispered then gulped as the voices drew nearer. Meg was going to reply when she realised she had been whispering in the same little voice Turnbull had.
"Yes! Stop whispering Turnbull and stand up straight," she shouted and made Turnbull jump out of skin and stop himself slowly edging around the desk as though it would protect him from whatever might come through the Consulate doors.
"I just don't think it would be appropriate for your first day here!" Fraser's voice or a distortion of Fraser's voice anyway, arrived at the door way.
"Oh stop being such a goody-two-shoes!" a female voice introduced Constable Williams as she slammed open the doors of the Consulate and stormed towards Thatcher.
If Meg was a weaker woman she probably would have quailed but being as she was, Thatcher grew angry. How dare this woman talk to her Constable like that? Who did she think she is? Williams stopped in front of Meg and smiled.
"Inspector Thatcher, permission to speak freely, ma'am?"
At that moment Fraser slammed open the door that was still closing in Williams' wake. He was ready to shout when he caught sight of the Inspector straightening up to her full height in front of the wayward Constable, this brought her only a couple of inches taller than Williams but it seemed to give her the confidence to address both of them.
"No you may not," Thatcher said to Williams. "It seems you have done enough free speaking for one day,"
Williams looked like she might open her mouth to argue and Turnbull started to get increasingly worried. Fortunately Turnbull's mental state was saved when Williams thought better of it and shut her mouth again.
"Constable Fraser, Constable Williams, come to my office immediately," Thatcher barked and turned around to head to office herself.
Constable Williams sent Fraser a look that could kill if it wasn't the fact Fraser was sending one that was equally dangerous.
"TURNBULL!" All three Constables jumped at the brash sound of Thatcher's yell. She had turned to face Turnbull as an afterthought.
"Yes sir," he squeaked.
"Find me those Austrian files,"