Constable Benton Fraser hopped up the Consulate's steps to the front entrance. He wasn't needed for anything specific that day but he had some papers to sign and a report to write up so he felt the need to drop in before he made his way to the station to meet Ray. Tipping his hat towards Turnball on guard Fraser opened the doors to the consulate to find Turnbull at the desk. Ruffling his eyebrows in confusion Fraser poked his head around the door to look at the Constable on guard. It wasn't Turnball as was usual but a woman in her late twenties, standing guard, unblinking. She wasn't anywhere near as tall as Turnbull nor did she have the same build, it should have been obvious to Fraser that this wasn't Turnbull but in his rush to complete the paper-work he hadn't realised.

"Are you ok, Constable Fraser?" Turnbull asked as he popped to his feet with a big grin on his face. He was obviously happy to get the morning off guard-duty. Fraser stopped staring at the new Constable and whipped his head round to find that Turnbull was very much in his personal space. It seemed that Turnball was trying to look at what had caught Fraser's attention by looking over his shoulder thus leaning heavily on Fraser's back.

"Turnbull…" Fraser started.

"Oh, right, sorry, sir," Turnbull chirped and immediately took a step away to stand next to the desk. Fraser closed the door and moved to look at the bubbling Mountie.

"Turnbull, who is that?"

"Who is what, sir?"

Fraser sighed and rubbed his eyebrow in exasperation, it was going to be one of those conversations. "Never mind Turnbull," He turned around and started to head to office when Turnbull made an excited chirp in the back of his throat to get Fraser's attention.

"Oh!" Turnbull called "Inspector Thatcher would like to see you when you come in!"

"I am in, Turnbull,"

"I know,"

"So I should go and see her now," Fraser explained and stopped his journey to his office to head towards the Inspectors.

"That's what I said,"

"Thank you Turnbull,"

"Your welcome, sir"

Fraser approached the Inspectors door. He doesn't know why but he always gets this nagging ominous feeling when he meets this door. He should have brought Deif along instead of leaving him at the apartment; he would have felt better with the wolf at his side, not that he'd ever tell Deif that, it'd go straight to his head. He clenched his fist and rapped a couple of sharp knocks on the wooden panels.

"Come in," he heard her voice bark from inside.

A little hesitantly he clutched the handle and opened the door. Fraser ran through all the possible reasons why the Inspector would want him in there. He hadn't damaged anything, he hadn't turned up late recently and Ray and he had not caused any trouble in a couple of weeks.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" he said as he shut the door and went to stand in front of her desk. Fraser caught the end of her attempt to hide her glasses in her drawer; he smiled but quickly wiped the look from his face and looked at her.

"Yes Constable," she said making sure that her hair was flat by running her fingers through it. "We have a new addition to the staff,"

"The woman outside, sir?"

"Yes, she has been transferred from Ottawa, she arrived yesterday. It seems she got into a bit of trouble with an Inspector there and he sent her down here for punishment,"

"What did she do?" Fraser asked puzzled. She seemed perfectly normal outside, although, you can't really tell when someone is on guard duty.

"She uh…" Thatcher rifled through the papers until she got to the appropriate page and smiled. "…glued Inspector Georgas to his seat,"

"Is that all, sir?" Fraser asked. It didn't seem like the sort of thing you would send someone to another country for.

"No," the Inspector smiled "She also… poured coffee on his lap, managed to get chewing gum in his hair and accidentally set fire to a fellow officer."

"Wel...It still doesn't seem... all that bad..." Fraser said unsure if he wanted to go near this new officer.

"All in the same day, on her first day on the job," Inspector Thatcher grinned evilly. "I was happy to give her a station here,"

"You were?" There was something in the way the Inspector's eyes glinted that made Fraser nervous. She had made him nervous before but that was a good nervous, this was not a good nervous.

"She's your responsibility; she reports directly to you, you give her orders. The only time she comes to me is if you are unavailable."

Fraser visibly gulped "Oh dear"