Title: Industrious

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Chief Smith, Dee, Ryo.

Rating: PG

Setting: After the manga.

Summary: Sometimes Chief Smith's detectives surprise him.

Written Using: The dw100 prompt 'Industry'.

Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.

A/N: Triple drabble.

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Noticing a suspicious babble of voices coming from the squad room, the Chief left his office to investigate. People were here to work, not to stand around gossiping, and sometimes the best way to get the layabouts under his command to knuckle down and do what they were being paid for was to bellow a few choice phrases into their ears.

Safe to say, what he found was not what he was expecting; the detectives' bullpen was a hive of industry. Three of his detectives were on the phone, case files open in front of them, pens at the ready and notepads to hand. Two others were going over what they knew so far on one of their current cases, figuring out what their next move should be, and the other three were tapping away busily at their computers.

He smiled in satisfaction and stood watching for a bit; it did his old heart good to see his people so focused on their work. Even as he watched, Laytner hung up his phone, dropped his pen in the holder on his desk, and stood up, grabbing his notebook with one hand and his jacket with the other.

Maclean looked up from his computer. "You got something?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, just give me a minute to finish this and save it."

Laytner nodded, waiting patiently, and moments later, Maclean was shutting his laptop down, grabbing his service weapon from his locked desk drawer, and getting to his feet.

These were the times Warren Smith was proud of the men and women he had working for him. Sure, they could be lazy good-for-nothings at times, but when they put the effort in, the two-seven's Serious Crimes Unit were the best in the whole of New York.

Not that he'd ever tell them so.

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The End