FAKE Fic: Stakeout Blues
Title: Stakeout Blues
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ted, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee is stuck on a boring stakeout, made worse by the fact that he’s not working with Ryo, but maybe the day is still salvageable.
Word Count: 912
Written For: Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge 187 - How Much Longer?
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Dee shifted restlessly on the hard, rickety wooden chair which, along with its non-identical twin and an equally rickety wooden table with one leg shorter than the other three, was the only furniture in the bleak, unheated room. He hunched his shoulders against the cold draft that seeped through a crack under the door.
“How much longer have we gotta sit around here watchin’ nothin’ happen?” he grumbled.
He hated stakeouts at the best of times, they were mind-numbingly tedious, and usually a gigantic waste of time that could be better used actually doing something constructive, like investigating one of the many open cases on the precinct’s books, but this one was even less appealing than usual. It was Ryo’s day off, meaning that Dee couldn’t even pass the time with a bit of smooching and groping. It sucked.
Seated on the other chair, staring through a crack in the lopsided blinds that covered the single window, Ted spoke without bothering to turn around.
“Why, you got somewhere else you’d rather be?”
“Yeah, how about anywhere but here?” Where Dee really wanted to be was with his lover, preferably enjoying some alone time while Bikky was at school, but since he and Ryo were supposed to be keeping quiet about their not entirely sanctioned relationship, it would probably be best if he didn’t actually say that. Ted was unlikely to tell anyone, he was a good friend and Dee knew he could be trusted to keep a secret, but still… Better not to take unnecessary chances.
Ted snorted annoyance. “Quit complaining, would ya? Drake and JJ will be along to relieve us in another hour and a half, give or take. How about you take over here at the window for a bit? I gotta hit the head.”
Sighing, Dee gave up on the game of solitaire he’d been playing. Despite cheating repeatedly, he still wasn’t getting anywhere with it. He had a feeling there was a card or two missing.
“Dunno why we haveta waste our valuable time on this. Stakeouts are dumb; when’s the last time one paid off?” He took over from Ted at the window, peering through the gap in the blinds, his eyes watching for movement in the building across the street, but his brain freewheeling, conjuring up visions of Ryo, naked and gorgeous, draped across his king-sized bed…
Ten minutes later, Ted was playing solitaire, Dee was still daydreaming while eating a cold slice of pizza leftover from lunch and staring out the window, when his eyes registered something, and his brain kicked into gear.
“Heads up, we got movement across the way, and… Goddamn, it’s Starkey himself over there!”
“What? Are ya sure?”
“’Course I’m frickin’ sure; I’ve seen his mugshot often enough. Every cop in the country has!”
“Okay, keep your shirt on.” Ted was already on the radio, calling in backup, and then Dee didn’t have time to be bored, he was too busy helping to bring in a notorious Mob hitman. If Joseph Starkey could be persuaded to turn State’s evidence against some of his employers, half of New York’s crime bosses might find themselves behind bars, and wouldn’t that look good for everyone involved?
“How was your stakeout?” Ryo asked, when Dee showed up at his lover’s place after his shift was over.
“Five hours of boredom followed by an epic chase that resulted in the arrest, by yours truly, of one Joseph Reginald Starkey. Haven’t ya been watchin’ the news?” Dee was grinning all over his face.
“No! Seriously? Starkey himself?”
“The one and only! I’m thinkin’ this calls for a celebration. Whaddaya say?”
“I’d say you’re right, getting Starkey off the streets is definitely something we should be celebrating. What d’you want to do, have dinner out?” Ryo suggested. “Or did you just want to go for drinks with Ted and the others?”
“I was thinkin’ more along the lines of you, me, that big bed of yours, and maybe a can of whipped cream.” Dee stalked towards his baby, his intentions clear.
“Dee! Bikky will be home in an hour!”
“Okay, so we skip the whipped cream, we can save that for another time. All I really need is you anyway; been thinkin’ about ya half the day, imaginin’ what we’d be doin’ if I was here with you.”
Ryo frowned. “You were thinking about sex while you were on stakeout?”
“Why not? It’s not like I had anything else to do, not until the last hour anyway. What d’you think about on stakeouts?”
“The job.” As a sniper, Ryo was good at tuning out everything but the task at hand.
“Right, ‘course ya do. You’re not on stakeout now though, and neither am I, so what’re ya thinkin’ about? And don’t say ‘chores’. My ego couldn’t take it.”
Dee had already hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes when he came in; now he was unbuttoning his shirt, letting it hang open, showing off his toned chest. Ryo’s mouth went dry.
“What am I thinking? That you’re incorrigible, and if we’re going to celebrate your bust the way you want, we probably shouldn’t waste any more time talking.”
“There’re times I really love the way ya think, babe.” Dee hooked a finger in Ryo’s belt and tugged him close, indulging in a slow, sensuous kiss that set both their hearts pounding, before backing his lover towards the bedroom. They had some serious celebrating to do!
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ted, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee is stuck on a boring stakeout, made worse by the fact that he’s not working with Ryo, but maybe the day is still salvageable.
Word Count: 912
Written For: Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge 187 - How Much Longer?
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Dee shifted restlessly on the hard, rickety wooden chair which, along with its non-identical twin and an equally rickety wooden table with one leg shorter than the other three, was the only furniture in the bleak, unheated room. He hunched his shoulders against the cold draft that seeped through a crack under the door.
“How much longer have we gotta sit around here watchin’ nothin’ happen?” he grumbled.
He hated stakeouts at the best of times, they were mind-numbingly tedious, and usually a gigantic waste of time that could be better used actually doing something constructive, like investigating one of the many open cases on the precinct’s books, but this one was even less appealing than usual. It was Ryo’s day off, meaning that Dee couldn’t even pass the time with a bit of smooching and groping. It sucked.
Seated on the other chair, staring through a crack in the lopsided blinds that covered the single window, Ted spoke without bothering to turn around.
“Why, you got somewhere else you’d rather be?”
“Yeah, how about anywhere but here?” Where Dee really wanted to be was with his lover, preferably enjoying some alone time while Bikky was at school, but since he and Ryo were supposed to be keeping quiet about their not entirely sanctioned relationship, it would probably be best if he didn’t actually say that. Ted was unlikely to tell anyone, he was a good friend and Dee knew he could be trusted to keep a secret, but still… Better not to take unnecessary chances.
Ted snorted annoyance. “Quit complaining, would ya? Drake and JJ will be along to relieve us in another hour and a half, give or take. How about you take over here at the window for a bit? I gotta hit the head.”
Sighing, Dee gave up on the game of solitaire he’d been playing. Despite cheating repeatedly, he still wasn’t getting anywhere with it. He had a feeling there was a card or two missing.
“Dunno why we haveta waste our valuable time on this. Stakeouts are dumb; when’s the last time one paid off?” He took over from Ted at the window, peering through the gap in the blinds, his eyes watching for movement in the building across the street, but his brain freewheeling, conjuring up visions of Ryo, naked and gorgeous, draped across his king-sized bed…
Ten minutes later, Ted was playing solitaire, Dee was still daydreaming while eating a cold slice of pizza leftover from lunch and staring out the window, when his eyes registered something, and his brain kicked into gear.
“Heads up, we got movement across the way, and… Goddamn, it’s Starkey himself over there!”
“What? Are ya sure?”
“’Course I’m frickin’ sure; I’ve seen his mugshot often enough. Every cop in the country has!”
“Okay, keep your shirt on.” Ted was already on the radio, calling in backup, and then Dee didn’t have time to be bored, he was too busy helping to bring in a notorious Mob hitman. If Joseph Starkey could be persuaded to turn State’s evidence against some of his employers, half of New York’s crime bosses might find themselves behind bars, and wouldn’t that look good for everyone involved?
“How was your stakeout?” Ryo asked, when Dee showed up at his lover’s place after his shift was over.
“Five hours of boredom followed by an epic chase that resulted in the arrest, by yours truly, of one Joseph Reginald Starkey. Haven’t ya been watchin’ the news?” Dee was grinning all over his face.
“No! Seriously? Starkey himself?”
“The one and only! I’m thinkin’ this calls for a celebration. Whaddaya say?”
“I’d say you’re right, getting Starkey off the streets is definitely something we should be celebrating. What d’you want to do, have dinner out?” Ryo suggested. “Or did you just want to go for drinks with Ted and the others?”
“I was thinkin’ more along the lines of you, me, that big bed of yours, and maybe a can of whipped cream.” Dee stalked towards his baby, his intentions clear.
“Dee! Bikky will be home in an hour!”
“Okay, so we skip the whipped cream, we can save that for another time. All I really need is you anyway; been thinkin’ about ya half the day, imaginin’ what we’d be doin’ if I was here with you.”
Ryo frowned. “You were thinking about sex while you were on stakeout?”
“Why not? It’s not like I had anything else to do, not until the last hour anyway. What d’you think about on stakeouts?”
“The job.” As a sniper, Ryo was good at tuning out everything but the task at hand.
“Right, ‘course ya do. You’re not on stakeout now though, and neither am I, so what’re ya thinkin’ about? And don’t say ‘chores’. My ego couldn’t take it.”
Dee had already hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes when he came in; now he was unbuttoning his shirt, letting it hang open, showing off his toned chest. Ryo’s mouth went dry.
“What am I thinking? That you’re incorrigible, and if we’re going to celebrate your bust the way you want, we probably shouldn’t waste any more time talking.”
“There’re times I really love the way ya think, babe.” Dee hooked a finger in Ryo’s belt and tugged him close, indulging in a slow, sensuous kiss that set both their hearts pounding, before backing his lover towards the bedroom. They had some serious celebrating to do!
The End