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[badboybutterman]

It's about a quarter past 7:00 p.m. and everyone had left the Town Hall/Temporary Police Station long ago -- all except for Nicholas and Danny.

Danny is slumped at his desk, waiting a little impatiently for Nicholas to finish up with a phone call they'd just received several minutes ago. Flipping through the pages of a magazine about dogs (it was Walker's), he tunes out Nick's half of the conversation. It'd been an uneventful day and the only thing he wants to do now is go home and watch the first season of "CHiPs" on DVD. He wonders vaguely if the Sandford Constabulatory would be granted a motorcycle after the new station is rebuilt...

He rests his chin on his hand and sighs as he skims over an article about the various chew toys that would keep a German shepherd happy.

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[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"I see... Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

The sound of the phone being returned to its cradle practically echoes in the nearly empty room. There's an odd smile on Nick's face - apparently the call he just received wasn't bad news.

[badboybutterman]

Danny looks up the moment Nicholas puts down the phone. He frowns a little when he sees the expression on his face -- it's not a look Danny's seen too often. It's even a little funny.

"Who was that, then?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"I was just talking to the higher-ups," he replies. "There's good news."

[badboybutterman]

"Oh yeah? What sort of good news?"

He doesn't ask about getting a motorcycle.

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

That's probably for the best at this point.

"We're being promoted."

[badboybutterman]

Okay...this takes a while to register. There's a bit of gaping, a bit of blinking, and a bit of both at the same time. As he tries to compose himself, he pushes the dog magazine back across the table so Walker would find it where he'd left it. He utters a short laugh and looks up at Nicholas.

"Sorry, um, I- I thought you said we were bein' promoted."

He chuckles again, but it tapers off.

"Wait... You ain't serious, are ya?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Would I joke about something like this?"

[badboybutterman]

His eyebrows shoot up. Some more gaping.

"Oh my God..."

He's starting to feel it. Urge. To grin. Rising.

"Wh... So you're Inspector now? And I'm-... I'm Sergeant?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"That's right."

The urge to grin is infectious.

"It's only because of the paperwork that it hasn't happened sooner."

[badboybutterman]

He laughs, "Oh, that bloody paperwork!"

Pushing his chair back, he gets up and paces around excitedly, and then finally grabs Nicholas's arm.

"God, Nick, this's amazing! Shame everyone's left already cos we need to celebrate!"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

And he knows where this conversation is going to lead, as well as if they'd rehearsed it.

"What'd you have in mind?"

[badboybutterman]

He can't help a giggle.

"Oh, I dunno...pub?"