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everyone who talks shit about troy's dress sense i am begging you to look up stephen fry in early series qi you have seen nothing yet

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Also bc he's a freak, I headcannon Gavin as being SO messy but also obsessively organized. So like, fridge filled to the brim with takeout containers (I doubt he can cook or has the time for it) but each one is neatly labeled with contents and dated. His countertops and sink are cluttered with dishes but they're all grouped and stacked into piles. His bedroom is covered in dirty clothes but when he throws them on the floor, he keeps each type of item in its own spot (ie t-shirts in one spot, jeans another, work shirts another, etc...) and he's so upright about his laundry when he can be bothered to do it.

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Daniel Casey’s Casual Fashion

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Okay here's the actual full first chapter

Forgotten Ghosts

The old lady slowly walked into the room and strode towards the elaborate wooden desk. She sat down on the plush chair behind the desk and looked upon them. “Welcome Simone Hollingsworth and Vince Perry. It is a pleasure to have you here.” she said. Simone looked at the ground, 'Yeah well you bailed us out so it’s not like we had a choice.' she thought to herself. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you here, and bailed you from jail. Lets see if this name rings a bell Gavin Troy or Sergeant Troy.” The old lady purred. Both Simone and Vince perked up with angry looks on their faces. The lady chuckled, “That's what i thought. We all have a score to settle with him. I’ve had this lovely lad next to me,” she motioned to the man standing next to her, “ follow Gavin for quite some time trying to find a weakness, some way to hurt him like he has hurt us. I bailed you out because we have finally found a way but we will need your help.”

Chapter one

Elizabeth sighed as she looked out the window of the cab watching all the buildings of London become smaller. This was a mix of her father and grandfather's idea, she had recently ended a failed internship with the London police. She was ready to give up on her dream of becoming a detective. Elizabeth almost hated living in the shadows of her father and grandfather. Her father being Gavin Troy, one of the youngest Detective sergeants around, and her grandfather being his superior. Elizabeth had hoped to be like her father, and become a young DS, but for the London police department. Unfortunately, the DCI wouldn’t let her do anything but interviews for cases. Some angry tears started to roll down her cheeks as the reminder of her last case there ran through her mind. “We’ve just entered Midsomer county Ma’am. Where is it you want me to take you again?” the driver asked, snapping her away from her thoughts. Quickly wiping the tears from her face she replied “ Causton police department please. My Uncle works there, he said to stop by and he will give me the house address.”. The driver looked at her curiously but kept going. Sure Jon Barnaby wasn’t actually her Uncle but for some reason she had called him that all her life. She went back to staring out the window, but this time enjoying all the quaint towns of Midosmer county. Merely knowing her mother had grown up here, and her father had solved so many murders in these counties made her excited with a desire to explore it all. Elizabeth became so lost in her day dreams she hadn't realized the car had come to a stop. "Ma'am we are here." The driver said bringing her back to reality. She sat still for a moment, pondering what to say to her Uncle. Truth be told, she had actually lost his home address and wasn’t sure how to go about asking him. “Ma’am did you not hear me? We are at Causton police department like you asked.” “Oh sorry.” she replied, quickly getting out of the cab. She headed into the police station, and found it odd there was no one there to attend to her, and no one seemed to notice a stranger had walked in. Elizabeth wandered back towards the investigation department, hoping her Uncle would be there. Thankfully he was, he was sitting at a desk looking at a computer clearly busy. She took a deep breath, nervously raising her hand and knocked on the door. He looked up with an annoyed look on his face until he realized it was her. Jon Barnaby rolled his eyes and with a slight grin motioned her in. She opened the door, “Elizabeth what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the house?” Jon asked her. “Well yes, but you’re going to laugh so... I may have accidentally lost your address..” she replied, forcing a chuckle. He looked at her for a minute before sighing. “And why didn’t you call or text me or Sarah? You know what, I don’t want to know.” Jon sighed again and jotted down the address on a piece of paper. “Here you go, try not to lose it. Now I am sorry, but I’m busy with a case. I’ll see you at the house.”

“Thank you Uncle! See you later!” she replied giving him a quick hug and turning to head out the door. Not completely paying attention she almost ran into the tall male figure that appeared in the doorway. “Oh sorry!” she said. “Don’t be it was my fault.” the man replied, stepping out of her way. “Thank you!” she replied, flashing him a quick smile and a wink, as she started to make her way back to the front doors. Lost in thought over how handsome the guy was she was startled to hear a female voice yell her name. “ELIZABETH TROY!”. Shocked, she looked around trying to figure out who had said it. An elderly woman stepped towards her, “Elizabeth Troy! My how you've grown! You look so much like your father.” she cooed to her. Confused, Elizabeth went to open her mouth to ask how the woman knew her but the woman simply smiled and winked at her as she walked away. Elizabeth stood still for a moment, confused, but soon remembered the cab waiting outside. She ran toward the vehicle, taking her place in the back, before giving the driver the address. She spent the rest of the trip to the Barnaby’s trying to figure out if she knew the woman and how she could possibly know Elizabeth's name.

Meanwhile back at the police station:

“Sir who was that girl?” Nelson asked. “ Oh, just a distant relative. She will be staying with Sarah and myself for a bit. She may intern here for a bit as well.” Barnaby replied going back to work. “Oh you still coming for dinner later? You will properly get to meet her if you do, and if you come, mind seeing if Kate will join?” “Will do sir.” Nelson replied, getting back to work himself.

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