I’m going to try to do all
three series as a progression of Phryne’s thoughts and feelings. Of course
these are my ideas of her thoughts and feelings but I wanted to see if I could
pinpoint moments of her developing feelings towards Jack.
I’ve got all series one ready
to go…we’ll see how series two and three pan out.
So it is sort of fic crossed with review…
She saw him first as a clever cat surveys an
unsuspecting mouse. A masculine plaything. Handsome yes, but of the usual
variety- those who refused to take her seriously. And yet. And yet. There was
something about him when she explained the crime scene. Something about the way
he didn’t dismiss her as air headed or too rich or just a pretty face. In fact
he didn’t compliment her on her looks at all. Avoided gazing too long or too
lasciviously at her, although she found herself inviting his attentions; trying
to rattle him. She found herself seeking out his name, wanting his card,
flirting even. He proved at first acquaintance to be an immovable force.
She next met him along with her new communist
mates Bert and Cec, who had become embroiled in a different (but as it turned
out, linked) crime. That of abortion. Far from dismissive this time, the
inspector remembered her name and looked almost happy to see her at the drably
painted station where he worked. She was happy to see him too, she realised. A
discussion of the merits and failings of the law ensued, where the inspector
proved himself to be a little more liberal minded than she had first thought.
She would show him though. She would deliver him ‘butcher’ George wrapped in
brown paper just as he’d asked. She wondered why it was important to prove
herself to him.
She did deliver butcher George, whilst also embroiling herself in bringing down a
cocaine empire and solving the murder of John Andrews in the process. She was
caught out in the sauna by the inspector however; naked but for her towel, with
her useless male companion also naked and passed out in the background. Again
the dour inspector looked impressed and nonplussed by the scene- well perhaps a
He admonished her for being responsible for a
fire at the Turkish bath palace. She smirked and offered Detective Inspector
Jack Robinson a drink. He accepted. And she timed her news just right in order
to provide maximum impact on him. Phryne Fisher, Private Detective. Mission