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bk_forever posting in slashthedrabble Sep. 17th, 2018 05:43 pm)Title: Wet Weather
Fandom: FAKE
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badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Chief Smith, OFC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: After being in court all morning, Dee and Ryo face getting drenched in an unexpected rainstorm.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 501: Umbrella.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Short version of the fic posted to my journal.
“Aw, great!” From the tone of his voice it was clear Dee meant the exact opposite, and his partner shared his evident disgust at the weather. They’d been in court all morning, testifying on one of their cases, and they’d been feeling pretty good following the jury’s unanimous guilty verdict on two counts of murder in the first degree. The man responsible was looking at life behind bars and nobody was in any doubt that he deserved it. Even his defence attorney had looked relieved at losing the case.
There were no windows in the courtroom however, so they were on their way out before they discovered it was pouring with rain outside, and here they were, in their best suits, but without transportation! It was too much of a hassle to park at the courthouse so they’d taken the subway, but the nearest station was two blocks away!
“We’re gonna get drenched! This is so unfair; I checked the forecast last night and it said there was like a two percent chance of rain!”
“I should’ve brought my umbrella,” Ryo sighed gloomily, staring out at the deluge. It might not have been quite so bad if they’d been going straight home from court, but the trial had ended early enough that they could still put in almost a half day at work, and the Chief would be expecting them to show. The prospect of spending the afternoon in wet clothes effectively dampened their earlier good mood. “I don’t think I’ve got a change of clothes in my locker. Maybe we could go home and change…” he suggested.
“Right, because an hour and a half round trip wouldn’t be at all suspect, and that’s without takin’ time for a shower! Screw that.” Dee suddenly turned on his heel, heading away from the courthouse doors.
“Dee! Where’re you going?” Ryo hurried after his partner.
“Lost property. People are always leavin’ umbrellas behind, we’ll just borrow one, return it next time we’re here. That way we can go straight to the precinct without gettin’ too wet.”
“I suppose it can’t hurt to ask.”
“No problem, detectives,” a junior clerk told them cheerfully when asked. “This one’s been sitting here unclaimed for at least six months.”
“I can see why,” Dee said as the clerk handed it over. “Looks like it should be over the table of a sidewalk café.” It was huge, striped in red and white, but it still beat getting soaked.
“It’s probably a golfing umbrella,” Ryo said as Dee put it up and they stepped outside, shielded from the downpour. “Could’ve been worse.”
“You think so?” Dee glanced up at it dubiously.
“She might’ve offered us the pink one with the yellow ducks.”
“You’re right; that would’ve been worse.”
One good thing was that the umbrella was plenty big enough to keep the rain off both men, and they arrived at the precinct no more than slightly damp.
“You’re late,” grumbled the Chief.
Dee shrugged. Some things never changed.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, Chief Smith, OFC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: After being in court all morning, Dee and Ryo face getting drenched in an unexpected rainstorm.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 501: Umbrella.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Short version of the fic posted to my journal.
“Aw, great!” From the tone of his voice it was clear Dee meant the exact opposite, and his partner shared his evident disgust at the weather. They’d been in court all morning, testifying on one of their cases, and they’d been feeling pretty good following the jury’s unanimous guilty verdict on two counts of murder in the first degree. The man responsible was looking at life behind bars and nobody was in any doubt that he deserved it. Even his defence attorney had looked relieved at losing the case.
There were no windows in the courtroom however, so they were on their way out before they discovered it was pouring with rain outside, and here they were, in their best suits, but without transportation! It was too much of a hassle to park at the courthouse so they’d taken the subway, but the nearest station was two blocks away!
“We’re gonna get drenched! This is so unfair; I checked the forecast last night and it said there was like a two percent chance of rain!”
“I should’ve brought my umbrella,” Ryo sighed gloomily, staring out at the deluge. It might not have been quite so bad if they’d been going straight home from court, but the trial had ended early enough that they could still put in almost a half day at work, and the Chief would be expecting them to show. The prospect of spending the afternoon in wet clothes effectively dampened their earlier good mood. “I don’t think I’ve got a change of clothes in my locker. Maybe we could go home and change…” he suggested.
“Right, because an hour and a half round trip wouldn’t be at all suspect, and that’s without takin’ time for a shower! Screw that.” Dee suddenly turned on his heel, heading away from the courthouse doors.
“Dee! Where’re you going?” Ryo hurried after his partner.
“Lost property. People are always leavin’ umbrellas behind, we’ll just borrow one, return it next time we’re here. That way we can go straight to the precinct without gettin’ too wet.”
“I suppose it can’t hurt to ask.”
“No problem, detectives,” a junior clerk told them cheerfully when asked. “This one’s been sitting here unclaimed for at least six months.”
“I can see why,” Dee said as the clerk handed it over. “Looks like it should be over the table of a sidewalk café.” It was huge, striped in red and white, but it still beat getting soaked.
“It’s probably a golfing umbrella,” Ryo said as Dee put it up and they stepped outside, shielded from the downpour. “Could’ve been worse.”
“You think so?” Dee glanced up at it dubiously.
“She might’ve offered us the pink one with the yellow ducks.”
“You’re right; that would’ve been worse.”
One good thing was that the umbrella was plenty big enough to keep the rain off both men, and they arrived at the precinct no more than slightly damp.
“You’re late,” grumbled the Chief.
Dee shrugged. Some things never changed.
The End
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