Turnbull bit
I'm busy writing a long fic, and thought I'd post this little Turnbull vignette (given that it is his month after all.)
Fraser and Vecchio have disappeared, and the FBI are after them. Turnbull knows more than he's letting on...
Turnbull sat at his desk, and affected a look of complete innocence. The FBI guys, two of them, loomed to the full extent of their joint authority, and glared down at him.
“I'm sorry gentlemen, but I really have no idea where Constable Fraser might have gone, and have even less idea where Detective Vecchio might be.”
This was, in fact, an outright lie. Turnbull justified it, however, by remembering that if he hadn't been listening to gossip he wouldn't have put two and two together and come up with “Arctic Wolves” as an answer. After all, he didn't exactly know it for a fact... he was just extremely confident in his guess. And quite frankly, who did these guys think they were? While they were in the Consulate they were technically on Canadian soil. They should treat the nation with a little more respect.
The black guy leaned over the desk, with a look that was completely devoid of any expression at all.
“If I find out that you're keeping something from us...”
Turnbull looked back at him, and delivered another outright lie in his most irritatingly fatuous voice. “Be sure that I'll tell you if anything comes to light.” He smiled blandly. “Is there anything else I can help you with? Tea?”
The FBI guys gave each other a look of complete bewilderment, and Turnbull bit his cheek to stop a real smile from developing. It was too much fun winding them up... but he had to make sure they never realised it. Turnbull raised his eyebrows, and continued his act.
“If you prefer herbal we stock a good range... rose hip, perhaps?”
The FBI guys just gawped at him, as though he'd fallen from the sky. Turnbull nearly shook with the urge to laugh.
This was far too much fun...
Fraser and Vecchio have disappeared, and the FBI are after them. Turnbull knows more than he's letting on...
Turnbull sat at his desk, and affected a look of complete innocence. The FBI guys, two of them, loomed to the full extent of their joint authority, and glared down at him.
“I'm sorry gentlemen, but I really have no idea where Constable Fraser might have gone, and have even less idea where Detective Vecchio might be.”
This was, in fact, an outright lie. Turnbull justified it, however, by remembering that if he hadn't been listening to gossip he wouldn't have put two and two together and come up with “Arctic Wolves” as an answer. After all, he didn't exactly know it for a fact... he was just extremely confident in his guess. And quite frankly, who did these guys think they were? While they were in the Consulate they were technically on Canadian soil. They should treat the nation with a little more respect.
The black guy leaned over the desk, with a look that was completely devoid of any expression at all.
“If I find out that you're keeping something from us...”
Turnbull looked back at him, and delivered another outright lie in his most irritatingly fatuous voice. “Be sure that I'll tell you if anything comes to light.” He smiled blandly. “Is there anything else I can help you with? Tea?”
The FBI guys gave each other a look of complete bewilderment, and Turnbull bit his cheek to stop a real smile from developing. It was too much fun winding them up... but he had to make sure they never realised it. Turnbull raised his eyebrows, and continued his act.
“If you prefer herbal we stock a good range... rose hip, perhaps?”
The FBI guys just gawped at him, as though he'd fallen from the sky. Turnbull nearly shook with the urge to laugh.
This was far too much fun...