((Turnbull is from Due South, before Call of the Wild, but at least after Mountie Sings the Blues.))Turnbull stood before the television, transfixed as the third end of the curling game came to a finish, leaving both teams tied. He gave a frustrated sigh and returned to dusting The Trudeau Room as commercials came on. Inspector Thatcher was out ( Read more... )

Welsh sat in his chair with a sigh. It was a long day. Or you know, a usual day. Being a cop isn't exactly a nine-to-five job. Especially with a Mountie at the station. You know how it is, your detective gets a case, Dead Mountie case, and in the interests of international cooperation, does his civic duty and gets himself blown up. And following ( Read more... )

11:00 a.m. on a Wednesday is the single worst time in the world to be working, in a Ray Kowalski's (but shh, it's Vecchio for now, 'cause Ray looks 100% Italian) opinion. It's the exact middle of the week. Noon doesn't count. Noon's lunchtime, noon's downhill. Yeah, the week has sucked, but all you have to do is get through the rest of today plus ( Read more... )