FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Whatever Works
Title: Whatever Works
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OCs.
Rating: PG
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Dee has an unusual method of drawing out witnesses to a violent assault.
Written For: Challenge 349: Basket at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
The basketball was just lying abandoned in the gutter. Dee scooped it up, bouncing it a couple of times, grinning.
“There’s a hoop over there; fancy a little one-on-one?”
“We’re supposed to be canvassing for witnesses, Dee; we’re not being paid to shoot hoops. If the Chief found out…”
“And exactly who’s gonna tell him? Besides, who’s the most likely to have seen somethin’, the adults shut away in their apartments, or the kids out here playin’ basketball? They’re the ones we should be talkin’ to, not their parents, and I can’t think of a better way to draw ‘em out than by gettin’ a game goin’. Can you?” Dee tossed the ball to his partner, who caught it automatically.
“You’re just using that as an excuse in the hopes of getting your way.”
“Look at it this way; we’re about due a break so why not have a bit of fun?”
Ryo shook his head, knowing he wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine, fifteen minutes but that’s it. I’d still like to grab a coffee once we’re done here.”
“Yay!” Dee backed towards the hoop. “Bring it on!”
Thus began a fast and furious game of one-on-one. Ryo wasn’t as good a player as Dee, but he’d learned a fair amount from both his partner and Bikky, his aspiring basketball pro foster son, enough so that he could hold his own reasonably well, and before long they’d drawn an audience of kids ranging in age from eight or nine up to the late teens.
“Not bad,” one of the older kids said. “But I’m bettin’ ya didn’t come here to play. Ya look like cops. Whaddaya want?”
“Information. Any of you happen to see the attack that took place down the street a couple of nights ago?” Ryo asked.
“Maybe. Why aren’t ya talkin’ to the guy got attacked? Was Ricky Perez, right?”
Dee nodded. “That’s the name on his I.D. He didn’t make it.”
“Man, that’s too bad. He was okay, did odd jobs for folks around here, sometimes paid us a few bucks for helpin’ him. You gonna get the bastards?”
“That’s the plan.”
It seemed Dee had been right, the kids were the ones to talk to, and soon the two detectives had several promising leads to follow.
“You get ‘em, you’ll be welcome back for a game anytime.”
“Might take ya up on that.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OCs.
Rating: PG
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Dee has an unusual method of drawing out witnesses to a violent assault.
Written For: Challenge 349: Basket at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
The basketball was just lying abandoned in the gutter. Dee scooped it up, bouncing it a couple of times, grinning.
“There’s a hoop over there; fancy a little one-on-one?”
“We’re supposed to be canvassing for witnesses, Dee; we’re not being paid to shoot hoops. If the Chief found out…”
“And exactly who’s gonna tell him? Besides, who’s the most likely to have seen somethin’, the adults shut away in their apartments, or the kids out here playin’ basketball? They’re the ones we should be talkin’ to, not their parents, and I can’t think of a better way to draw ‘em out than by gettin’ a game goin’. Can you?” Dee tossed the ball to his partner, who caught it automatically.
“You’re just using that as an excuse in the hopes of getting your way.”
“Look at it this way; we’re about due a break so why not have a bit of fun?”
Ryo shook his head, knowing he wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine, fifteen minutes but that’s it. I’d still like to grab a coffee once we’re done here.”
“Yay!” Dee backed towards the hoop. “Bring it on!”
Thus began a fast and furious game of one-on-one. Ryo wasn’t as good a player as Dee, but he’d learned a fair amount from both his partner and Bikky, his aspiring basketball pro foster son, enough so that he could hold his own reasonably well, and before long they’d drawn an audience of kids ranging in age from eight or nine up to the late teens.
“Not bad,” one of the older kids said. “But I’m bettin’ ya didn’t come here to play. Ya look like cops. Whaddaya want?”
“Information. Any of you happen to see the attack that took place down the street a couple of nights ago?” Ryo asked.
“Maybe. Why aren’t ya talkin’ to the guy got attacked? Was Ricky Perez, right?”
Dee nodded. “That’s the name on his I.D. He didn’t make it.”
“Man, that’s too bad. He was okay, did odd jobs for folks around here, sometimes paid us a few bucks for helpin’ him. You gonna get the bastards?”
“That’s the plan.”
It seemed Dee had been right, the kids were the ones to talk to, and soon the two detectives had several promising leads to follow.
“You get ‘em, you’ll be welcome back for a game anytime.”
“Might take ya up on that.”
The End