A.N: Has she done it? Yes, she has! A FANFIC NOT ABOUT ENJORLAS!! (Stunned silence) i kno rite? And this chapter was brought to you by countless numbers of crackers, and glasses of milk.
Summary: When Javert's boss gets a letter pointing out that Javert has surpassed him in criminal reprehending, he does whatever an indignant prefect would do, forces him to retire. What will Javert do with all his free time? Take up a hobby? No! Be able to accept this problem and move on with his life? I highly doubt that! Find out!
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Javert sat at his desk, doing some tedious paper work when an Office Boy approached his desk. (Whom we shall call Oliver Because it amuses me)
"'Scuse me, Monsieur, b-but" Oliver bit his lip to keep from smiling "Some officers need your help in the back room" Javert set down his pen and looked at the boy, "Why do they need my help? I'm busy "Javert said, looking back down and picking up his pen.
"I don't know what they need you for; all I know is what they told me!" The Lad said resolutely. Javert sighed and stood. Oliver giggled softly as he bolted away from Javert to the backroom.
Javert shook his head, "What a weird kid" He muttered striding to the back of the police building. Upon reaching the door, he stopped and listened, when he heard nothing, Javert shook his head as he opened the door, 'what was I expecting? A—'
"SURPRISE!" Many voices chorused.
"Ahh!" Javert cried, being the neurotic Police officer he was quickly drew his pistol and fired at the nearest being, who crumpled to the ground, clutching his stomach.
While the struck man's vision darkened he stuttered out "Happy … Retirement- Javert"
Javert lowered his gun, "Retirement?" he paused, "Why aren't any of you on patrol? Who knows what disorder is going on in the city!"
"Don't worry, we got some rookies patrolling" An officer said after giving CPR to the shot officer.
Javert scoffed and cast a skeptical look across the room, which was decorated with a large banner that read; "HAPPY RETIREMENT, JAV-AIR!"
"Is this some bad joke?" Javert demanded.
The officers shook their heads as a young officer, who had obviously been elected as speaker of the other officers; we shall call him Benjamin (E.G: A cookie for anyone who gets these references) stepped out of the crowd,
"No joke, Javert, the prefect received a very peculiar letter" Benjamin held the letter out to him, "You see, none of us are very happy about this either."
"Yeah, now we have to do our own work!" Another officer called out dejectedly.
Javert, ignoring the other officer, opened the letter and read,
Dear M. l'Prefect,
It has come to my attention that Inspector Javert of the Paris Police force has apprehended more criminals then you have. Isn't that funny? A prefect being out shone by one of his officers, I'm sure the D.A will find that funny also. In addition, The Inspector is getting up there in years, isn't he?
Sincerely,
J.V
Javert lowered the letter and blinked. "So … I'm being forced to retire?"
Benjamin nodded.
"Because of a letter?"
Benjamin nodded again.
"This is unbelievable!" Javert bellowed angrily. "I've been catching criminals since you were in diapers!"
Benjamin backed up hastily, "If it helps, you can keep the letter," he said, retreating back into the crowd. God knows he didn't want to get any closer the enraged Javert just to retrieve the damned thing.
Oliver stepped out of the crowd, "Monsieur, it wasn't exactly our choice, if it were up to us, we'd want you to be a policemen till they stuck you in the grave "
"Exactly, it's not our fault, if you blame anyone, blame the Prefect!" Jack said, instantly receiving a glare, "Sir"
Javert grit his teeth as he scanned the crowd of officers once more. "Alright then, I'm leaving." With that, Javert turned on his heel and strode out of the room and into the main room, stopping astonished at his desk, "Hey! Where are all my things?" Javert demanded swiveling around to face the officers who had followed him out of the back room. Benjamin spoke again, "Well, we didn't want to distress the other officers by seeing you pack up and leave, so while you were in the other room, a few spare rookies cleaned out your desk"
Javert clenched his teeth and glared at the group of officers, several fled in fear, "Let me guess, you threw everything away" Javert said bitterly, trying not to erupt.
The officers nodded ruefully.
Javert gave them a glare that scattered all the animals in a 5-mile radius. "Be very, very grateful my snuff box was not on my desk, or you'd be above my mantle"
The group shared a collective shudder.
"Since we're all now a l-little scared to try and take your gun and nightstick, you can k-keep those, b-but we'll n-need your b-b-badge" A timid Officer named Tim said, shrinking deeper into the officer crowd.
Wanting to be calm and collected he wordlessly reached into his pocket, quite a few officers dove behind desks, and took out his badge.
"A letter" Javert snarled, tossing his badge into their midst. "Got me fired, good-bye, then, I look forward to watching Paris disintegrate morally beneath your watchful stare" that said, he turned n his heal and strode out the front door.
A/N: Wow, I really wanted to put a minute after Javert left;
"Hey, do you smell smoke?"
XD So, sue me, I wanna be childish sometimes. :D