It is my pleasure to welcome you.... Who: Benton Fraser and Meg Thatcher Where: Safehouse in London When: A few days after this post. Warnings: Probably nothing to worry about
When Meg Thatcher feels the loss of her rank and position in the RCMP, generally the pain comes from the knowledge that she is no longer able to serve her country and its citizens as she has done for her adult life to date. There are other times, however, when she misses the less-noble features of Inspector-hood. Such as having a staff. Or at least a secretary who could sort the mail. Or were they called administrative assistants now? Regardless, at this point she'd even welcome Turnbull when she's going through the day's post, even though he did have a rather odd filing system he'd use to sort correspondence, and there had been that incident with the frog--
Maybe she doesn't miss Turnbull that much after all.
One letter immediately catches her attention, with its familiar crest in the upper lefthand corner, and the recipient: Benton Fraser.
His acceptance letter. It has to be. "Ben?" she calls to him.