wheelsy_sheriff (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2008-04-23 11:14 pm
wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2008-04-23 11:14 pm
(no subject)
Casual Bill is casual. And on a mission.
Walking into the Wheelsy Courthouse he smiled and raised his hand in greeting to the two girls behind the desk as he took off his cap.
"Hey, sheriff!" The two women, Ann and Sarah, said in unison.
"Hiya, ladies." Casual. Cool. For now. "You girls on lunch?"
The two sat at the desk with clear plastic containers in front of them eating take out from the deli across the road.
One of the Sarah picked up a napkin and began to clean her hands while starting to stand. "I can help ya, Bill. Watcha need?"
"Oh no! I'm good." Bill said quickly, raising his hands and shaking his head, "You go on, eat your lunch."
Bill's rapid reply caused the women to exchange a quick glance and had Sarah hesitating halfway between getting up and sitting back down.
"You sure?" She asked, uncertain.
Cool. Casual. Dumbass.
"Yeah," Bill nodded, "just need some paperwork. I can get it though. You two go on an finish up."
Sarah nodded and sat back down, waving towards the offices behind them. "Okay then, sheriff. You need any help let us know."
Bill smiled and walked past them. "Will do. I'm gonna be back for those chips though so ya'll better save me some."
He flashed them a grin and they laughed and went back to talking and eating.
Down the hallway Bill closed the door behind him into the records and licenses room and sighed in relief. He put his cap back on and began his search for what he needed.
The room was small. File cabinets along the walls and file trays loaded with neatly sorted papers on top of those. A copy machine was wedged between two tall cabinets and a fax machine was on top of another.
The number of cabinets and files was at first daunting but as he started moving around Bill found everything neatly labeled and organized. It didn't take him long to find the folder marked, 'Divorce Certificates' but when he pulled it out and opened it up there was only one inside.
No problem.
Taking the paper he carefully laid it down on the photocopier and shut the lid. Looking over the buttons he located and hit start.
The machine hummed to life and put out a copy that Bill neatly plucked out of the air before it went to the floor. He held it up and examined it, nodding in satisfaction. He then had his attention drawn from the paper in his hands down by something landing on his shoe. Looking down he saw the copier was still going and a third sheet floated down to join the second ontop of his foot.
"Huh." He examined the buttons again and pushed cancel as he stooped to pick up the fallen pages. The machine booped cheerfully and continued to produce copies.
*****
"He's so funny." Sarah commented, sipping on a straw stuck into a Diet Coke can.
"An cute." Ann replied.
"Mm-hmm." Sarah agreed and they giggled.
"You hear about him an that bull?"
"Yes. Did you hear that he wasn't alone that night?" Sarah whispered conspirital.
"I Did hear that but no one knows who she was!" Ann nodded, leaning in hoping her friend had more juicy details.
"Shhh." Sarah chided her and smiled impishly. "Well, I heard she was a leggy blond from all the way out of L.A. of all places."
"L.A.?! No..."
"Mm-hmm. An no one's ever saw her before, an no one's seen her since."
*****
"Stop." He muttered and pushed the button again.
Boop.
"Stop!"
Boop.
"Stoooppp!."
Boop. Boop. Boop. Boooop.
"Shit." Letting the copies in his hand join those falling on the floor he stood and gave a closer examination of the machine's buttons.
Cancel wasn't working so he tried more.
Beep. Boop. Birp. Burt.
The machine chirped at him, started to whirr louder and then angrily began to spit out copies even faster.
"Hey, hey, hey!" He barked in surprise, stepping back and looking down at the growing mound of papers. Panicked he moved forward and began to hammer on the buttons but recieved no response. Quickly he started to search the machine over for its paper tray.
Locating the tray he pulled the handle but the copy machine refused to give up or open.
"Give it to me." He growled and tugged again. "I said give it!"
He jerked and yanked but the machine stubbornly held on to its tray and went on producing paper.
"God dammit." Bill looked over the growing mess on the floor. The stack of copies toppled over and littered the carpet while the supply of paper inside the machine itself seemed endless.
Kneeling again he looked along the side of the copier searching for the plug. Seeing it led behind a cabinet he stuck his hand in the space between the two and reached for it. Unable to get to it he stood with an irritated sigh and grabbed the cabinet, trying to pull it out so he could get at the plug behind it. The heavy tower didn't budge.
Frustrated and angry Bill tightened his grip on the cabinet, laid his shoulder against it and pulled. Hard.
"Move you..." He muttered darkly. The cabinet began to lean forward away from the wall and Bill smiled smugly. Then the top drawer rolled out on its tracks and the cabinet teetered forward farther. Bill grunted and tried to push it back. Two more drawers came flying out and with a groan of metal and flutter of papers the whole thing toppled over.
****
"Of course havin tighter pants on the uniforms would be nice, on Bill, but you gotta remember not everyone at the station has the right keister for it. Like..."
"SHIIITTT!"
The shout from down the hall followed by a loud resounding crash interrupted the two desk clerk's conversation. They looked at each other and jumped up, their chairs spinning behind them as they hurried down the hall.
Bursting through the door the two women stopped in their tracks. The room was in chaos. The copier was droning madly ejecting copy after copy, the floor was littered with papers and files and more papers fluttered through the air to join the rest on the ground. Beside the copier a file cabinet was toppled over, its top edge caught on the corner of a short cabinet across from it and wedged underneath the fallen cabinet with its drawers out was Bill. He was laying on his belly, hands over his head and eyes closed tight.
"Bill?" Sarah asked nervously, moving forward and bending over slightly to look at the man huddled underneath the wreckage. "You alright?"
Bill cracked his eyes open, realized he wasn't dead and swore softly under his breath before flashing an embarrased smile up at her. "I'm fine."
He crawled out from underneath the mess, rubbing the back of his head where one of the open drawers had caught it and stood looking around at the mess.
"I uh...I was tryin to...and the copy machine..." He stammered, trying to explain.
Ann walked past Bill and Sarah to the copy machine and flicked a switch on the side. The machine promptly shut down. "What were you doin, Bill?" She asked, bewildered.
Sarah looked at him with the same question on her lips and Bill shrugged and shook his head, gesturing with his arms and failing at an intelligent reply.
"It wasn't my fault. I mean...I was...I didn't...I needed a..." Behind him the cabinet slid down and crashed to the floor with a loud bang that made all three of them jump. Bill looked over his shoulder and then back at the two slowly, "The thing just fell right over."
Listening to him and not understanding any of it the two women hesitantly stooped down and started gathering the mess.
Bill quickly dropped to one knee and started to pull papers together into a pile. "I'm sorry, I can..."
"Is this what you were copying?" Sarah asked, lifting a paper and looking at it.
Bill reached out and snatched it, putting it on top of his gathered stack of papers, and stood abruptly. "I'm sorry. I gotta...I can't...I gotta go. I'm sorry. I'll send someone over to help with the cabinet. Ya'll can have one of ours."
He juggled the papers in his arms, dropping a bunch as he backed towards the door. "I gotta go. Really, I'm sorry."
The two women stared at him dumbfounded and he stepped out the door backwards, tripped on the door frame but kept his feet, and then hurried down the hallway.
Leaving the building quickly he hustled to his cruiser, getting in and dumping the papers in the passenger seat before starting the vehicle.
"Fuckin hell." He muttered as he pulled out and drove off in a hurry.
Walking into the Wheelsy Courthouse he smiled and raised his hand in greeting to the two girls behind the desk as he took off his cap.
"Hey, sheriff!" The two women, Ann and Sarah, said in unison.
"Hiya, ladies." Casual. Cool. For now. "You girls on lunch?"
The two sat at the desk with clear plastic containers in front of them eating take out from the deli across the road.
One of the Sarah picked up a napkin and began to clean her hands while starting to stand. "I can help ya, Bill. Watcha need?"
"Oh no! I'm good." Bill said quickly, raising his hands and shaking his head, "You go on, eat your lunch."
Bill's rapid reply caused the women to exchange a quick glance and had Sarah hesitating halfway between getting up and sitting back down.
"You sure?" She asked, uncertain.
Cool. Casual. Dumbass.
"Yeah," Bill nodded, "just need some paperwork. I can get it though. You two go on an finish up."
Sarah nodded and sat back down, waving towards the offices behind them. "Okay then, sheriff. You need any help let us know."
Bill smiled and walked past them. "Will do. I'm gonna be back for those chips though so ya'll better save me some."
He flashed them a grin and they laughed and went back to talking and eating.
Down the hallway Bill closed the door behind him into the records and licenses room and sighed in relief. He put his cap back on and began his search for what he needed.
The room was small. File cabinets along the walls and file trays loaded with neatly sorted papers on top of those. A copy machine was wedged between two tall cabinets and a fax machine was on top of another.
The number of cabinets and files was at first daunting but as he started moving around Bill found everything neatly labeled and organized. It didn't take him long to find the folder marked, 'Divorce Certificates' but when he pulled it out and opened it up there was only one inside.
No problem.
Taking the paper he carefully laid it down on the photocopier and shut the lid. Looking over the buttons he located and hit start.
The machine hummed to life and put out a copy that Bill neatly plucked out of the air before it went to the floor. He held it up and examined it, nodding in satisfaction. He then had his attention drawn from the paper in his hands down by something landing on his shoe. Looking down he saw the copier was still going and a third sheet floated down to join the second ontop of his foot.
"Huh." He examined the buttons again and pushed cancel as he stooped to pick up the fallen pages. The machine booped cheerfully and continued to produce copies.
*****
"He's so funny." Sarah commented, sipping on a straw stuck into a Diet Coke can.
"An cute." Ann replied.
"Mm-hmm." Sarah agreed and they giggled.
"You hear about him an that bull?"
"Yes. Did you hear that he wasn't alone that night?" Sarah whispered conspirital.
"I Did hear that but no one knows who she was!" Ann nodded, leaning in hoping her friend had more juicy details.
"Shhh." Sarah chided her and smiled impishly. "Well, I heard she was a leggy blond from all the way out of L.A. of all places."
"L.A.?! No..."
"Mm-hmm. An no one's ever saw her before, an no one's seen her since."
*****
"Stop." He muttered and pushed the button again.
Boop.
"Stop!"
Boop.
"Stoooppp!."
Boop. Boop. Boop. Boooop.
"Shit." Letting the copies in his hand join those falling on the floor he stood and gave a closer examination of the machine's buttons.
Cancel wasn't working so he tried more.
Beep. Boop. Birp. Burt.
The machine chirped at him, started to whirr louder and then angrily began to spit out copies even faster.
"Hey, hey, hey!" He barked in surprise, stepping back and looking down at the growing mound of papers. Panicked he moved forward and began to hammer on the buttons but recieved no response. Quickly he started to search the machine over for its paper tray.
Locating the tray he pulled the handle but the copy machine refused to give up or open.
"Give it to me." He growled and tugged again. "I said give it!"
He jerked and yanked but the machine stubbornly held on to its tray and went on producing paper.
"God dammit." Bill looked over the growing mess on the floor. The stack of copies toppled over and littered the carpet while the supply of paper inside the machine itself seemed endless.
Kneeling again he looked along the side of the copier searching for the plug. Seeing it led behind a cabinet he stuck his hand in the space between the two and reached for it. Unable to get to it he stood with an irritated sigh and grabbed the cabinet, trying to pull it out so he could get at the plug behind it. The heavy tower didn't budge.
Frustrated and angry Bill tightened his grip on the cabinet, laid his shoulder against it and pulled. Hard.
"Move you..." He muttered darkly. The cabinet began to lean forward away from the wall and Bill smiled smugly. Then the top drawer rolled out on its tracks and the cabinet teetered forward farther. Bill grunted and tried to push it back. Two more drawers came flying out and with a groan of metal and flutter of papers the whole thing toppled over.
****
"Of course havin tighter pants on the uniforms would be nice, on Bill, but you gotta remember not everyone at the station has the right keister for it. Like..."
"SHIIITTT!"
The shout from down the hall followed by a loud resounding crash interrupted the two desk clerk's conversation. They looked at each other and jumped up, their chairs spinning behind them as they hurried down the hall.
Bursting through the door the two women stopped in their tracks. The room was in chaos. The copier was droning madly ejecting copy after copy, the floor was littered with papers and files and more papers fluttered through the air to join the rest on the ground. Beside the copier a file cabinet was toppled over, its top edge caught on the corner of a short cabinet across from it and wedged underneath the fallen cabinet with its drawers out was Bill. He was laying on his belly, hands over his head and eyes closed tight.
"Bill?" Sarah asked nervously, moving forward and bending over slightly to look at the man huddled underneath the wreckage. "You alright?"
Bill cracked his eyes open, realized he wasn't dead and swore softly under his breath before flashing an embarrased smile up at her. "I'm fine."
He crawled out from underneath the mess, rubbing the back of his head where one of the open drawers had caught it and stood looking around at the mess.
"I uh...I was tryin to...and the copy machine..." He stammered, trying to explain.
Ann walked past Bill and Sarah to the copy machine and flicked a switch on the side. The machine promptly shut down. "What were you doin, Bill?" She asked, bewildered.
Sarah looked at him with the same question on her lips and Bill shrugged and shook his head, gesturing with his arms and failing at an intelligent reply.
"It wasn't my fault. I mean...I was...I didn't...I needed a..." Behind him the cabinet slid down and crashed to the floor with a loud bang that made all three of them jump. Bill looked over his shoulder and then back at the two slowly, "The thing just fell right over."
Listening to him and not understanding any of it the two women hesitantly stooped down and started gathering the mess.
Bill quickly dropped to one knee and started to pull papers together into a pile. "I'm sorry, I can..."
"Is this what you were copying?" Sarah asked, lifting a paper and looking at it.
Bill reached out and snatched it, putting it on top of his gathered stack of papers, and stood abruptly. "I'm sorry. I gotta...I can't...I gotta go. I'm sorry. I'll send someone over to help with the cabinet. Ya'll can have one of ours."
He juggled the papers in his arms, dropping a bunch as he backed towards the door. "I gotta go. Really, I'm sorry."
The two women stared at him dumbfounded and he stepped out the door backwards, tripped on the door frame but kept his feet, and then hurried down the hallway.
Leaving the building quickly he hustled to his cruiser, getting in and dumping the papers in the passenger seat before starting the vehicle.
"Fuckin hell." He muttered as he pulled out and drove off in a hurry.