03-20-2012, 09:28 PM
Rosco walked into the Chief's office skeptically. He'd never been called down there except for that one time when he'd been accused of eating all the snacks in the lobby. He sighed as he sat in one of the leather chairs that was in front of the Chief's desk.
"Officer Fischer, I've called you down here for a reason." The Chief began. Rosco sighed, ready to hear the news but almost not wanting to. Ever since Rosco had started at the precinct, he knew that the Chief just had it in for him, and that the only reason he kept him there was 'cause he was the best at gettin' people to "spill the beans". "Let's wait for Summers to get down here 'fore I tell you why. She's part of this too." the Chief said, a small smirk on his face. That scared Rosco into biting his thumb nail. What was it? Was he being fired? He hadn't done anything wrong. Only misplaced a squad car once. But he'd found that!
After another minute passed, with Rosco sitting in the leather chair biting his pinky nail and the Chief watching him with owl eyes, the Chief finally said, "Where is that woman? I don' called her 5 minutes ago! I'll do it again." and with that he pushed the intercom button on his phone. "Officer Summers. Git yer butt in my office. I have somethin' t' tell ya now and Fischer and I don't enjoy waitin' here." he said, laughing after he was done talking. Rosco smirked nervously, the anxiety making his skin feel tight. He could hear everything sharply, feel every morsel of dust in the air as it brushed his skin, and the little tickin' sounds the clock was making was drivin' him nuts. He was never one to be very patient, though. He'd always loved to hear the latest news, which was part of the reason he became a cop; it made him the first person to hear everything. But at this moment, he felt like he was completely out of the loop. And it was making him insane.
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