Chapter 1: Day One

While I had waited for the first day, I thought about what I would wear. I didn't like the uniform the female deputies wore. They all looked like their ass was gigantic. Mine would look too large for my skinny body as well. I took a look at the County Sheriff's standard fatigue uniform. It was all green with baggy pants full of pockets and the shirt was a standard fatigue shirt over a tee. I thought, I can do that with a little tailoring.

So I drove to Abbottsville to the Army & Navy Surplus store there. I bought five pairs of 22x25 men's fatigue pants. It was all they had. Not many of their male customers that small was my guess. They probably carried those just for boys to dress like dad. The green tee shirts came in xsml for boys again was my guess. The package informed me that it was for chest size 30 to 32. They might be a little large, but that was okay. The over blouse was the outer shirt, worn outside my pants. It came in a man's small, medium, large also extra large. The small was loose fitting but I decided not to go to the boys size. I wanted it loose to cover the shoulder rig. Yes I intended to carry my own weapons on the job. After all I was the Sheriff. If it was against the rules, I would just change the fucking rules. I also planned to carry the derringer and a dagger, so they might as well get used to that as well.

Then there was the baggy ass thing with the fatigues. They were never supposed to look even a little tailored. Even so, I wanted them to look like a uniform I could wear everyday. I mentioned I needed a tailor at the pub, and of course Jeremy knew someone.

"I happen to know a really sweet young man who sews quite well. If you trust my judgment you could try him on one pair, if he works out then let him do the rest," Jeremy suggested. The Brit looked away.

I told the young man feeling up my butt, "I only have three days until the swearing in ceremony. I need at least one pair done by then. If I like them I have four more pair for you to do."

He charged me over double what the pants had cost me, but he also did a really good job. So I gave him the rest of them to do. Even if it did cost me almost two hundred bucks I considered it worth it. I got my pants with many pockets, and I looked as though I had a normal ass in them.

So when the first day finally came around, I had a uniform, even if I didn't have a badge. I dressed in the tailored green fatigues pants, under which I wore a pair of pain cotton green bikini panties. I had to send away to a company online to find them in a size 4 and green. I bought ten pair when I finally found someone selling them. Then there was the xxs mens tee shirt. The blouse was just a ordinary men's extra small. It was a little large but it was loose enough to hide the pistol. So there I was all ready to go to work.

First I had to stop by the Clerk of Court's office to be sworn in. When I got there, I had to wait for the county manager to come down and witness it. It was for the photo op of course, he could car less. The county photographer took picture of the manager and me from every possible angle.

"Would you Pin on the chief's badge Sir," the photographer ask the county manager. He did of course and tried to find a way to not look like a pervert feeling me up.

"Sheriff how about you put your hat on for some shots?" he asked.

The hat I had chosen from the army navy store was not issue, but like I said, I was the Sheriff. It was a knit cap like the kind the kids buy for a buck in the cheap stores, but mine did have a brim on it. It was an old stray barracks cap and also meant to fit under the WWII steel pot helmets. It was very, very retro. I put it on and he shot his little memory card full I'm sure.

"Now if you will forgive me sir," I said. "I need to get into the office and start acting like a sheriff."

The Sheriff's office was in the basement. I rode the very old and very slow elevator down to the basement. The new and very ugly shoes I wore were killing me. I decided right then and there I would going to trade them for my old well worn boots. Right after they got back from being reconditioned at the only real shoe shop in the state.

"Good morning Sheriff," Eddie Simpson the Chief Deputy said.

"Good morning Chief Deputy. So what is going on in the department. I know I can't get up to speed in one day, but I want to hit the ground running so what are we investigating now."

"We have a couple of old assaults, and a new homicide that is pretty much open and shut. A few hit and run accidents. Otherwise it's business as usual." Eddie said.

"I want the crime statistics for last year as soon as you can get them for me. I want to review our agreement with the SBI and FBI." I smiled when I said it.

"You Planning to make changes in the Protocol?" he asked.

"What I am planning Chief Deputy is to understand when and why we invite the SBI into a case. I want to see the crime scene investigator in my office before lunch." I said.

"You really are going to hit the ground running," he said.

"That is the plan. Eddie, I also want every major case call routed to me as well as the detectives." I said.

"Are you going out on them?" he asked.

"I am going to go on the first few what I see will determine how closely I monitor the detectives." I said.

"Sylvia, you do know this isn't capitol city or even Abbottsville," he said.

"Chief Deputy let's get something straight. I have worked the roads of this county and I know what goes on here. Also you will call me Sheriff. If that is too difficult for you, I can arrange for you to go back to the detective division. Is all that clear?" I asked.