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(Some things never change. This picture is the reason no one should believe in the Paul is Dead theory.)
John came back from the loo and had a new t-shirt on. He went over to sit at his desk and gave Paul an evil glare.
"Shut up Paul."
"I didn't say anything."
"No. I was telling yer mind to shut up. Just because you didn't say anything doesn't mean you weren't thinking it."
Paul nodded. "Uh-huh.
John looked at Paul for a minute. Then, he flipped him off. Paul started laughing.
"That's for not knowing how to fix cars."
"Uh. Yeh. About that." Paul said, his smile growing.
"You know don't ye?"
"Kinda. It's supposed to teach you a lesson to not sleep in!"
The two heard George speak. "Ey. Who's that?"
"Who's who?" Paul asked.
"That guy going into Captain Durelli's office. He look familiar to any of you lot?"
"Uh. Not to me no. Why? He seem familiar to you Geo?"
"No. It was just a question. I don't know him."
"Well, maybe he just got the job here. Who knows. Now, what were we talking about?" John asked.
"Well, you just flipped Paul off. " Ringo reminded.
"Ah yes." John did it again. "There. Now I feel worlds better. Maybe I should do it a third time just so I could get me point across."
"No need Lennon. Ye've already proven yer point." Paul stated as he sat on top of his desk with his feet in the chair.
"Ye knowPaul, usually, people sit the other way around. Sitting in their seat with their feet on the desk."
"I know. But this is more comfortable."
"Right." John said sitting properly at his desk, doing the exact opposite of Paul. Having his feet on his own desk.
Captain Durelli poked his head out of his office. "Mr. Lennon. Can I see you for a minute?"
"Ooh. Johnny boy's in trouble!" George teased.
"No more than usual. Maybe that guy that walked in there will be my new permanent partner instead of that newbie."
"Awe come on John. Give him a chance."
"Fine. One chance."
"That's better."
"Now Mr. Lennon." Durelli called out.
He nodded and after a few seconds, stood up and walked into his office. Durelli shut the door behind him
"Mr. Lennon............John. There's someone here that came to visit you."
"Who?"
He motioned over to the stranger.
"I don't.......I don't know him."
"I'm afraid you do. He already showed me some identification to prove who he was."
"I'm telling ye, I've never seen him before."
"John, this man that yer looking at, is Alfred Lennon. Yer father."
Uh-oh. What's going to happen now that John met his father?
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FanfictionI thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
