Here's chapter 2! As for Buzz's name... I'll get to that in the next chapter. I looked up names that "Buzz" were normally nicknames of, and I liked Busby the most. Lol. But don't worry, he won't be called that for much longer.

Chapter 2 - Arrival

Life continued as normal in the Sheriff's office for the rest of the week. Woody and Jessie studiously never mentioned the new arrival despite the fact that the office showed every sign of expecting a newcomer. They were straightening up, trying to make their filing system more obvious to the untrained eye, moving furniture around to make room for another desk. They had to get a little creative, but it worked.

Finally, the Friday morning sun broke over the horizon. Just like the day he'd received the fateful letter, Woody was sitting at his desk, waiting for Jessie to join him. He didn't have to wait long. His sister walked through the front door, and her eyes immediately fell on the empty desk that was stationed across from her own. A small scowl immediately shadowed her face and she looked at brother. Woody raised his eyebrows and remained silent, waiting for her to make the first move. He wasn't about to give her an excuse to be in a bad mood. Finally, after a stare-down that lasted several minutes, she took a deep breath and broke the silence.

"I have stuff to do out an' about today, so… I'll be in every now and then," her voice was slightly monotone as if she was delivering a prepared speech, Which, Woody thought, she probably was.

"Okay… the new guy is coming in today."

"I'm aware of that," she snapped.

"Fine. Do what you need to do."

Jessie nodded and walked back out the way she'd come in. Woody groaned once the door was closed and rubbed his face with both hands. This was going to be a long day.

The day continued like that: Jessie would pop in occasionally, speak for approximately thirty seconds, and dart out the door as quickly as she could. Woody knew what she was doing, but he couldn't really do anything to change it. She didn't want to be here when Busby arrived, but she was checking in to see if he'd gotten there. Despite the fact that she hated the fact that he was coming… she was curious. Woody grinned to himself as he came to this conclusion.

Sometime after midday, Woody heard a knock at the door to the office. Woody didn't look up from what he was working on as he responded, "Come on in."

He heard the door creak open and quickly signed his name on the document he'd been reading before looking up at the man who stood in front of him. He judged him to be a little older than Jessie… maybe mid twenties. He was around her height too; in fact, Jessie may have an inch on him. But what he lacked in height, he made up for in muscle, apparently. He wasn't obscenely built, but Woody figured he wasn't used to losing wrestling matches. Quite a contrast to Woody's own tall and lanky silhouette. He had bright blue eyes and ashy blond hair that was combed back off his face. He stood at attention as if he expected to be yelled at for some reason, his gaze fixed on a spot on the wall somewhere above Woody's head, "Busby Lightyear, reporting for duty."

Woody chuckled and stood up to come around the desk, "At ease, soldier. We're not very formal around here."

Busby finally looked Woody in the eye as they shook hands, "Apologies, sir. This is my first assignment."

"I understand that. But I'm not going to bite ya," he looked over the recruit's shoulder as the door opened to reveal Jessie, "Although, my deputy might…"

Busby turned and looked at the door as well. He gulped instinctively, though he wasn't sure if it was due to how attractive he found the redhead in the doorway or the daggers that were shooting out of her eyes. Jessie closed the door behind her and stalked a little closer, "So, you're the new guy, huh?"

"Jessie…" Woody said in a warning tone.

She glanced at her brother quickly before glaring at the stranger in front of her, "Deputy Jessie Pride," she said shortly as she offered a stiff handshake.

"B-Bus-by Lightyear," he winced as she gripped his fingers harder than he'd expected. Woody shook his head while Busby's back was turned. He'd been hoping she wouldn't intimidate him too much. Apparently that was too much to ask for. He decided to rescue the poor kid from his sister.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Woody Pride. Sheriff. And, uh, we have a desk all ready for ya," he pointed at the new desk arrangement behind him. They'd decided to put Jessie and Busby's desk facing each other and Woody's to one side so the three formed a rectangle of sorts. It was really all they could do with the limited space in the dusty office.

Busby looked a little surprised, "Ah. I wasn't expecting a desk, Sheriff."

Woody laughed and clapped a hand on his shoulder and led him to his new desk, "Well we gotta put ya somewhere, right?"

He directed a pointed look at his sister as Busby sat down, begging her to play nice. She returned his look with her own exasperated one and sighed. Woody picked up the stack of papers that he'd already sorted out for the new to get started on and handed him a pen, "Welcome to Anderville."

Jessie, meanwhile, slid into her own chair and watched the man across from her with a look on her face that made Woody nervous. He half expected her to pounce on him; it was the same look she got when they were kids and she'd take a flying leap at him from across the room. He hoped that her "pounce" would at least be verbal.

"So! You're from Austin?" she asked suddenly, making both men jump a bit.

"Y-yes," Busby said, blinking in surprise, "I've lived there my whole life."

"Never been this far outta the city, then?"

"On occasion, but never for very long."

"Mm…" she was quiet for a few more minutes and everyone continued the awkward silence until she broke it again, "Woody, Mr. P asked me to take another round at some point today."

"Again?"

"He said he's found footprints and keeps hearin' stuff at night."

Woody grunted, "Then it'd probably be best to stake it out at night, if he and the Mrs. are okay with that."

Jessie smiled at this, "Cool! A stakeout!"

Woody returned her smile, "Take Busby with you. I'd rather you weren't out there alone."

Jessie's smile vanished, "I can handle it, Woody."

He looked her dead in the eyes, "All the same, I'd feel better if you had someone else there. You never know what could happen. Go on and ask them if they want y'all to stick around tonight. Busby, this'd be a good chance to meet some of the locals."

Busby looked up from where he'd been carefully excluding himself from the conversation, "Yes, sir."

"Call me Woody, please. We don't really use titles or formal names. Now go on, you two," he waved towards the door as he bent over his own paperwork again.

Jessie sighed and looked at Busby, "Come on. We'll find ya a horse."