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John smiled patiently as Fischer sat down opposite him. The room was small, and sparsely furnished. The detecitve watched as the older man stretched, and leaned forward.

"Is this going to take long?" Fischer's tone was irritated, breaking into Blake's thoughts. "I do want to go home at some point."

Blake smiled, and leaned forward. "Mr Fischer. You're here due to the fact that your workplace burned down, and you hurriedly left the country. I have some routine questions to ask - the same as those I've asked other members of staff. Now, its entirely your choice as to how long or hard this becomes."

Fischer scowled. "All right."

"Dom, I swear I didn't go there with the intention of calling in social services, but-" Arthur swallowed, not really wanting to meet the Principal's eyes. Eames coughed, sitting next to him.

"But you did." Cobb placed his hands flat on the table. "That's what we - I - have to accept. That you called in social services and had a student remove-"

"Removed from a father who wanted to beat seven shades out of him," Eames interjected. "I think, on balance, we did the right thing." He leaned forward, taking control of the conversation. "You're always saying that part of our job is to support the students. This was a student who needed support, needed help. Did you really think Arthur and I were going to simply walk away?"

Dom swallowed, Arthur watching as the muscles in his neck contracted. Finally, he exhaled. "You're right." He looked at the two of them. "I'm lucky that such principled men work with me."

Arthur blinked. "Does this mean...?"

"It means that I will be trying to get to the bottom of what's happened," Dom interrupted. "But it does also mean that I can point out to district that the two of you were behaving in what were the student's best interests."

Arthur nodded. "Thank you."

"We're going to leave Robert to Detective Blake." Cobb got up, assuming once more the tight lipped stance of the Principal. "But, I have to go. I need to find out whether the accommodation I've applied for will be ready for us. Its possible the school will not be ready for another month."

"Hang on," Eames interrupted. "You're finding us somewhere else we can teach?"

"Of course." Cobb shook his head. "Didn't think you were going to get a long vacation, did you Eames?"

"Well, I, er-"

"Of course you didn't." Cobb had a half smile as he began to walk to the door.

"So, Mr Fischer." Blake studied the man sitting opposite him. "How long have you been teaching at Fox?"

Fischer shrugged. "Four years, maybe."

Blake nodded. "And...you enjoy it?"

Fischer leaned forward. "I don't work because I have to, detective. I work because I want to."

Blake narrowed his eyes. "So...you don't bear a grudge against the school?"

Fischer leaned forward. "Only in the sense its run by a tin pot despot and his little lap dog."

Blake raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"There is bad management at the school," Fischer said, calmly. "I just think its time for a change."

"And you really think that?" Blake's tone was calm, but he was sizing Fischer up, wondering if he could convince him to reveal more than he clearly intended.

"Sometimes, Detective, a change is needed." Fischer shrugged. "That's all."

Blake began to smile. "I'll bet it is. Now, let's discuss the way the fire started."

"Well, it was in the basement. Its dangerous-"

"How do you know that?"

"What?" Robert blinked, suddenly looking surprised. "What was that?"

"How did you know it was in the basement?"

"I- uh-"

"So they're going to lend us the building?" Arthur couldn't believe his ears. "You're serious?"

Cobb nodded. "We don't have a choice. The juniors and seniors need to be educated - especially the seniors. As for the freshmen and sophomores, we can organise some home tutoring programmes."

Arthur blinked. "Yes. So...when do you want us to start?"

"I want the senior class to start in a couple of days. I'm going to organise the contact of parents. Get Yusuf, and the other subject leaders. You need to start revising what you're going to teach in alternative conditions."

Arthur sighed. "OK. And-"

"Arthur." There was a slightly teasing note in Cobb's voice. "Did you think you were going to have a long vacation?"

"Never crossed my mind," Arthur said, grinning as he winked at Ariadne. "See you tomorrow!"

He clicked off his iPhone, and turned to the Art specialist. "Looks like we're starting work again. Cobb has sorted us some temporary accommodation."

She nodded. "Great. All years?"

"No, seniors and juniors." Arthur rubbed his forehead. "But, its going to take work to re-shape what we teach. I need to get hold of Yusuf ."

"Good idea. Oh, and Arthur?"

"Yes, Eames?"

"Maybe we could order pizza? Its after 7."

"Now, that's an even better idea."

"Glad you think so. Oh, and what's the new accommodation?"

Arthur couldn't help but break into a grin. "The Fischer mansion."

"What?" Eames couldn't believe it. "Maurice Fischer is lending the use of his mansion...?"

"Yes. Which makes me think his son was behind this, all by himself."

Suddenly, his iPhone chimed into the conversation. Arthur grabbed the sleek device. "Hello?"

"Arthur? Blake. I've arrested Robert. Can you and Dom come to the station?"

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