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Turk still couldn't believe it. It had been six months. Six months since his boss made the country bumpkin his partner. Turk had been so sure the new guy wouldn't last. He had given him a week, two at the most. And now. Now, six months later and the tall, lanky black man, who considered himself a bit of a player, couldn't imagine his life without his country born and bred partner. An L.A. native, Turk had felt he was worldly, that nothing could faze him. Boy did Enos Strate, fresh from the County of Hazzard, surprise one Turk Adams.

Now. Now he was worried about his partner. It flustered him this feeling of worry and concern. He briefly examined his partner and realized in sudden clarity, he knew all of Enos 'tells'. Turk could tell Enos was distracted with worry and concern for the Dukes, his friends from Hazzard County. "Yo bro." he called out. Enos didn't respond, just sat reading the same page for the tenth time. Gloom and Doom hung around the young man like a cloak of sadness. Glancing around Turk noticed his fellow cops seemed just as edgy. Again that sudden clarity. They were all just as worried for this country bumpkin as he was!

Turk cleared his throat at his co-workers. Everyone either went back to work, in the case of some of the single woman (the boy was SO oblivious), flushed and hurried off on some errand or other. His fellow detectives shared a concerned glance or asked, "sup?" with a raised eyebrow. Having had enough Turk rose form his desk chair shaking off his own melancholy. Placing his service weapon in his shoulder holster he moves around the desk towards his partner. Trying to get his partners attention he calls out, "Enos."

Trying again he growled, "Enos!"

On his third try he jostled the man while practically shouting in his ear, "ENOS!"

"Huh?" Enos finally looks up at Turk, a lost puppy dog look on his face. Now Turk got it. It wasn't just the fight they were kicked out of, it was THE girl. Yep, his partner, his country bumpkin brother was in love, with a capitol 'L'.

"C'mon Country Boy," Turk urged, "let's get outta here."

"Yeah," Enos acknowledged as he stood up holstering his weapon, "yeah, my thoughts are all over the place. Can't concentrate on anything."

"And that's different from normal... how?" Turk joked.

"Ha. Ha." Enos responded with a pretend laugh.

"C'mon," Turk joked lightly, "let's go shake down some snitches, that always gets me in a good mood."

By then they were at the Captains office. Before they could knock or tell their boss they were heading out Captain Dempsey looked up and ordered, "Ah. Just the two yahoo's I was about to yell for. Get your skinny behinds in here and close the door."

Puzzled the two detectives stepped in shutting the door behind them. At the Captains one word of "Blinds." they dropped and closed said blinds giving them a modicum of privacy.

"I know what goes on in this town." Captain Dempsey hinted locking gazes with his detectives, "Everything."

Enos exchanged a worried glance with Turk. Both men faced Captain Dempsey expectantly waiting for their boss to continue.

"Enos." he changed tactics asking, "I hear you got Family in town? Some people named," he glanced at a sheet of paper on his desk, "the Dukes? From Hazzard County?"

"Yes sir." Enos answered, deciding to keep it short and simple.

"Good. I actually met them earlier today when they came looking for you. That Daisy Duke? Lovely girl, very down to Earth she is." Captain Dempsey announced.

Switching gears once again Captain Dempsey picked up a folder, opening it he stated, "Boys, I've been getting some reports from the neighborhood around that historical landmark called the Hyperion Hotel."

"Do say, sir." Turk drolly commented.

"Yes," the Captain answered grouchily, "I do say." Grumbling he added, "They should've burned the place down ages ago."

"Don't ya mean 'knocked' down Captain?" Enos asked.

"No," he responded sharply, "I meant what I said. That cursed place NEEDS to be burnt to the ground."

The detectives finally understood. Their Captain knew of the night-life they realized, of the things that go bump-in-the-night. That was what he was hinting at and if there was one thing Turk had learned from Enos was that there were times to go whole hog and times to be patient. Turk smirked privately, cause as Enos would put it, "Sometimes ya just gotta listen to the wind blowin' through the Holler."

The Captain 'har-umphed', straightening in his chair. Gathering certain papers on his desk he quietly said, "Something is going to or is already going down. You two yahoo's have a good 'idea' what is happening, I'm sure. Get down there, see what you can find. Leave no stone unturned, no window unopened."

"Yes sir." they both responded gratefully. Turk could see Enos relax just a bit. Well, so could he, they were finally able to do something 'officially'. Heading out of the office the Captain called out, "Oh. And Enos? Don't let that Daisy girl get away. Women is worth walking across a room full of cut glass for, you hear me?!"

Enos smiled his wide, happy country smile acknowledging, "Yes Sir!"

Turk just chuckled thinking, "Yep, puppy dog, that's my bro!"