FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Vocation
Title: Vocation
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, mentions Jess and Arnon.
Rating: PG
Setting: References Vol. 6, Act 18.
Summary: Dee loves being a cop, but some aspects of the job are a drag.
Written For: Challenge 303: Amnesty at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 9: Drag.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee chose to be a cop; it was more than just a job to him, it was his vocation. Jess had been a huge influence on him growing up, and after both he and Dee’s childhood friend Arnon were murdered, Dee had wanted nothing more than to join the police force and hunt down those responsible.
That part had always been a bit of a pipe dream; he’d been fifteen when they died, and twenty-five before he made detective and was in a position to investigate crimes. Even though he’d seen the faces of the men who’d probably killed Jess, the trail had long since gone cold. They’d been thugs anyway, working for the mob; chances were they’d gotten themselves offed by rivals years ago.
What mattered these days was being able to get other killers off the street so that maybe he could keep kids like Arnon from losing their lives or their parents too young. It was a worthy ambition, and for the most part Dee enjoyed his job, but man, some parts of police work were just an interminable drag!
It wasn’t just the paperwork and all the red tape, although those were the worst aspects of a career in law enforcement. Having to do everything by the book tied a guy’s hands, but it was necessary in order to avoid getting an otherwise slam-dunk case thrown out of court. The other bane of Dee’s life was the legwork, pounding the sidewalks in all weathers, wearing out his shoes, trying to find witnesses when nobody wanted to get involved.
Still, when all the hard work paid off, when they got to drag a murder suspect in for interrogation and later throw his sorry ass in jail where he belonged, every form they’d had to fill in, every report they’d had to write, every minute they’d had to spend out on the street in the blistering heat, freezing cold, or pouring rain became worthwhile.
So what if the routine parts of the job were a drag? Every criminal arrested, charged, successfully prosecuted, and convicted was a triumph for the forces of law and order. The only thing better than locking the guilty away was saving the innocent.
He’d let Arnon down, and there’d been nothing he could do to save Jess, but he was making up for his failures now. He hoped they were both proud of him.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, mentions Jess and Arnon.
Rating: PG
Setting: References Vol. 6, Act 18.
Summary: Dee loves being a cop, but some aspects of the job are a drag.
Written For: Challenge 303: Amnesty at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 9: Drag.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee chose to be a cop; it was more than just a job to him, it was his vocation. Jess had been a huge influence on him growing up, and after both he and Dee’s childhood friend Arnon were murdered, Dee had wanted nothing more than to join the police force and hunt down those responsible.
That part had always been a bit of a pipe dream; he’d been fifteen when they died, and twenty-five before he made detective and was in a position to investigate crimes. Even though he’d seen the faces of the men who’d probably killed Jess, the trail had long since gone cold. They’d been thugs anyway, working for the mob; chances were they’d gotten themselves offed by rivals years ago.
What mattered these days was being able to get other killers off the street so that maybe he could keep kids like Arnon from losing their lives or their parents too young. It was a worthy ambition, and for the most part Dee enjoyed his job, but man, some parts of police work were just an interminable drag!
It wasn’t just the paperwork and all the red tape, although those were the worst aspects of a career in law enforcement. Having to do everything by the book tied a guy’s hands, but it was necessary in order to avoid getting an otherwise slam-dunk case thrown out of court. The other bane of Dee’s life was the legwork, pounding the sidewalks in all weathers, wearing out his shoes, trying to find witnesses when nobody wanted to get involved.
Still, when all the hard work paid off, when they got to drag a murder suspect in for interrogation and later throw his sorry ass in jail where he belonged, every form they’d had to fill in, every report they’d had to write, every minute they’d had to spend out on the street in the blistering heat, freezing cold, or pouring rain became worthwhile.
So what if the routine parts of the job were a drag? Every criminal arrested, charged, successfully prosecuted, and convicted was a triumph for the forces of law and order. The only thing better than locking the guilty away was saving the innocent.
He’d let Arnon down, and there’d been nothing he could do to save Jess, but he was making up for his failures now. He hoped they were both proud of him.
The End