That's a Good Motto, Chief (DG - Ep. 2)

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS SOME MILDLY FOUL LANGUAGE.

"You have any idea how frustrating this is, Murphy?"

"I'm starting to get a clearer picture, chief." Simon smirks a little, and swallows hard, "the larger the vein on the side of your forehead gets."

The chief just sighs, looks at Simon with puzzlement, and crosses his arms again. His gaze changes from Simon to Bruce, then back to the somewhat nervous, one-eyed detective.

"I'll break it down a little more for you fellas." The chief begins talking in his daddy-knows-best voice, and throws a thick manilla folder down on his desk. "I get this report this morning about a victim discovered last night, and what this killer did to this guy looks so eerily similar to all that S*** that whats-his-name did when he was copycatting the killer you were following, Murphy." He begins to look confused as Simon's eye widens, "or, is the guy we didn't find the copycat. I can't keep all this straight myself, and I'm the d*** chief of this bureau." The chief leans on the front of his desk, picks up his handgun from the top of his desk and fingering it with his trigger hand, signals to Simon to close the blinds, which he does, and faces Bruce, who's snaps back to attention from checking out Melinda, the detective many in the department gingerly call the hottest crime-fighter in Petrina. When he sees that the gun has gotten Bruce's attention, he puts it back on his desk.

"Do you remember, Brucie boy, when you lost your finger paying homage to that guy, Larry Gardini, while off duty, might I add." He says something demeaning under his breath and with such gruff that neither detective can understand him and continues. The two look at each other with puzzled faces. "And you came to me for help because the bureau you were in was going to transfer you to where was it…again…?…my mind's blurry from all the drugs I'm not doing." He snaps his finger at Simon without breaking his stare on Bruce.

"Waterton, chief."

"WATERTON! That's right! No room to move up. Career cops 'aplenty in Waterton and not a hard crime happening as far as the eye can see!"

"That's a good city motto, chief." Simon hardly states while fingering the blinds and briefly looking out the office window.

The chief quickly points to Simon. "You're d*** right it is, champ." He crosses his arms and faces Bruce again. "Do you remember all the S*** I was saying before we got off on that awful tangent about that S***hole town down the road?" Bruce nods. "Good. So here's my problem. I took you in ooo…How many years ago?" Simon begins responding like he did for the first question, but the chief silences him with two fingers and low eyebrows, "I got this, buddy."

"Four years ago I took you on and all you had to do was catch bad guys who kill people, and keep an eye on our man, Simon, here, and from my estimations, you've done a piss-poor job at both, but 

I pay you a high salary because you continue to have potential. So now, I have a murder case that I need both of you on, but I have dumb-a$$ number one here," he points to Simon, "who can't see any homicide case clearly because his head's so far up the a$$ of a serial killer--who may either be in jail already or dead." Almost imitating a robot, the chief changes his pointing from one to the other, "and dumb-a$$ number two here, who can't do the job he should be doing anyways, that is," he begins imitating himself from earlier, "…Catching the bad guys and keeping an eye on his partner, blah blah blah," he begins a shooing motion with his hands. "Quit wasting my time, fellas. I got a killer to catch."

At this, Simon's intrigue about the case turns to anger and childlike disappointment, and he can't help himself from getting extremely close to the chief, "We can't be on this one, chief?!?" 

"Not until you clear your head."

"I think that's a brilliant call, skip."

"Shut the h*** up, Bruce. We need this, chief..." Simon pauses and looks frantically around the office,"I need this!"

"It really chaps my ass that I can't put my best guys for this case on this case, but you two are too much of a liability lately to me and the Bureau."

"You boys need to show me that you can handle the big cases again, and until you do, I'm going to give you the smaller ones." he throws a different, much thinner, manilla folder down on the desk, "Like Rebecca Frost, age 22, killed this morning. Looks pretty cut-and-dry." The cheif's cell starts ringing, he looks at it, and his face turns dark as he mutters, eyes still on the phone, to the two detectives, one pleased and one angry. "Now take the folder" he begins raising his voice "and GET the H*** out of my office."

Bruce grabs the folder and the men exit his office. The chief answers his phone "Hi, honey…I told you not to bother me at work…" and quickly slams the heavy metal door in their faces as they stand in the doorway.