IPD [for Vimes]

[speakscanadian]

It hadn't really been a conscious decision to make enquiries about the IPD but after a month on the island, full-time vacationing was starting to wear a little thin. Not that Ray didn't think he deserved the break; after the year he'd had in Vegas he'd been just about ready to throw in the towel and retire altogether, if only he'd had a good enough

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[sir_samuel]

Vimes could appreciate a guy who looked for crime before he looked for a permanent bed, a guy who patrolled without realizing that was what he was doing. Vimes was that kind of guy himself, and it was one of the things he'd liked about Vecchio the first time he'd been on the island. He was a kindred soul - or, in other words, a fellow Really Suspicious Bastard.

And it was really bloody jarring to have Vecchio walk into the IPD office and look around as if he didn't recognize the place. He'd known Vecchio was back on the island, sure, but still, it was just weird. Vimes was quickly stubbing out his cigar in a half-hidden saucer behind the desk when the door swung open, though the cloud of smoke surrounding him gave him away. He squinted at the newcomer, and then he grinned. "Yeah, I'd be Commander Vimes. 'bout time you showed up in here."

[speakscanadian]

Laughing a little, mostly to be polite, Ray reached across the desk and stuck out his hand.

"Ray Vecchio, sir. I know you know that already," thanks to Shawn Spencer and his easily spilled beans, "but it would feel kind of strange if I didn't introduce myself properly."

[sir_samuel]

Vimes scoffed as he took Vecchio's hand. "Look, don't get the wrong idea, I'm all about rank, but gods, don't call me 'sir.' That's just weird coming from you."

He gestured to the chair on the other side of the desk, and then leaned back in his own chair, putting his hands behind his head. "So, how're you settling into our little perfect weather hell? Or is that a stupid question. seein' as you're standing in here?" In his experience, police work didn't exactly attract content people.

[speakscanadian]

Ray took the seat gratefully, leant back and felt more at home in there than he had done anywhere else since he'd arrived.

"It's no Chicago, that's for sure," he admitted, hooking a leg over his knee and brushing off invisble lint with a swipe of his palm. More like the armpit of the frozen north if he ignored the fairytale castles and the lack of homicidal men in white. Not that he was complaining about the latter. "I'm not really a winter wonderland kind of guy. Gimme a beach in Miami over that any day."