There were times when Constable Dwayne Meyers thought his Chief had a severe death wish. If it wasn't the fact that he was walking around in the Caribbean wearing a woollen suit, complete with tie? Then it were his arguments with detective sergeant Camille Borday.
"It's called like that on /all/ the maps," Richard Poole smugly informed her.
"Not on my maps," Camille crossed her arms and gave him a look.
"Well, they're in French," Poole huffed, "they don't count."
Camille made a frustrated noise and growled at her boss.
Truth to be told, Dwayne had no idea what they were arguing about this time. It had been a year since they had both been stationed here and he suspected they had grown accustomed to the, often pointless, arguments.
Dwayne would even go so far as to say one would annoy the other /just/ to start an argument.
"What's going on?" Fidel, their youngest team-member slides up to his co-workers desk. He cast a glance into the direction of the bickering pair. Where it had once been a worried look, it was now a bemused one.
Dwayne shrugged and gave him a 'I dunno' look. Fidel shuffles to his desk and starts to pull out some books.
"Argh! You are so Eengleesh!"
That one never got old. Fidel grins down into his book as he waits for the traditional reply.
"Well yes. I'm surprised you with all your skills of observation missed the fact that I am, indeed, British. Also known as English. I'm taking that as a compliment, thank you, Camille,"
A smug Richard Poole and eve more frustrated Camille Borday.
"Who walks around in a woollen suit, complete with tie and Italian leather loafers!"
Fidel quickly folds his leather clad feet under the chair and ducks deeper into the books.
"At least I look like an authoritative police officer and not a tourist on vacation," he shoots back. He thinks about reminding her just who is in charge here.
Richard /is/ the chief of the entire St. Marie police force!
All three members of them.
Dwayne ponders bringing out the score card. This was starting to turn vicious. Though in the end he knows who who's in charge when.
Camille would do that snap-point thing with her fingers and even chief ran when she did that.
Or he would give /that/ look with those piercing green eyes and use /that/ tone of voice. And they all would follow his lead and commands.
"Oh yeah! At least I'm comfortable in my 'uniform'," and she used her fingers to make quotation marks. "What are you trying to hide behind that suit, Richard?"
This time both Dwayne and Fidel glanced at the chief. Truth to be told, they had all suspected it to be some sort of armor. They just couldn't figure out the why.
Poole looks distinctly uncomfortable. If it's because Camille figured out the suit /is/ indeed an armour or because of the ridiculous heat is anyone's guess.
"That's preposterous!" He shoots back maybe a little too vehement.
"Is there something going on I should know about?" The overly smooth voice of Selwyn Patterson suddenly interrupts any further argument.
The reaction of the team is instantaneously. Dwayne and Fidel quickly sit upright. Poole looks ready and all but does stand at attention. And so doe Camille in her own way.
"Ah, no sir. Ah, Camille and I were uh, just having a discussion," Richard hastens to explain.
Damn that man and his dark ninja ways! How the commissioner, a man of considerable bulk and posture, always manages to sneak up on them is a complete mystery to the whole St. Marie police force.
"I see," the commissioner nods slowly. The expression on his face is one of fond bemusement. "That means there is a low crime rate. No... Murders? Robberies?"
Poole nods before shaking his head, confusing himself. "No sir, there is nothing going on at the moment."
Which is, the commissioner can't help but think, exactly the problem here. While Dwayne doesn't mind long down times and Fidel always finds something productive to do? His two senior officers are bored out of their genius minds.
They need cases to work on and keep them busy. They are probably wishing for a robbery or a fraud case or drug bust. Hopefully not a murder because that would be taking things too far.
"Very well team. Don't let me keep you from your... very important argument." And with that he turns and strolls casually out the station.
And for once Richard didn't mind the interruption so much as is threw off the 'discussion' he didn't so much want to his briefcase he makes an escape for it. "I'm going out! I'll be back later," and he quickly ducks out the door.
Camille is even quicker. Slinging her purse - sarcastically called the treasure chest by Richard - over her head and follows him.
"What are you doing?" Richard squeaks as she slides up beside him.
"Going for a walk," she happily replies.
"And that just so happens to be in the direction /I'm/ going?"
"Ah Oui, look at that. Seems so."
Fidel and Dwayne clink their coffee mugs together in a mock toast as they watch the bickering pair vanish out of sight.
"When do you think he'll figure it out?" Fidel wonders.
"Hopefully soon or someone is gonna lock them in a room together."
For an amazingly brilliant detective? Richard Poole could be amazingly brilliantly unobservant about some things.