FAKE Triple Drabble: Sobering Thought
Title: Sobering Thought
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Cops have to do their jobs whatever the weather.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Element’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Being a cop often meant being at the mercy of the elements, whether that was a scorching summer heatwave, heavy rain, gale force winds, treacherous ice, or, as in this case, knee-deep snow.
Detectives didn’t have it any better than uniforms; they couldn’t look at the weather and decide they didn’t want to go out in it. Crime scenes had to be visited, witnesses located and interviewed, suspects arrested for questioning… Regardless of conditions on the streets of New York, the men and women of the NYPD, like the mail, prided themselves on always getting through.
“Don’t ya just love New York in winter?” Dee grumbled, floundering through a hip-deep snowdrift. “Weather’s so bad even the snowplows can’t handle it, but we’re still expected to.”
“Snowplows aren’t designed for footpaths,” Ryo pointed out, following close behind Dee so he could take advantage of the path his lover was creating through the mounds of fresh snow. “I think they have to be shovelled by hand. We should be thankful the victim’s body was left in a wooded area where there’s less snow on the ground. There might even be usable evidence at the scene.”
“Assumin’ the crime scene guys can get at it. Weather like this, everything’s probably frozen solid. I know I am.” Dee hated the cold, clammy sensation of his snow-dampened pants clinging to his legs, sucking the warmth from him.
“We can get dry and warm once we’re back at the precinct; the victim doesn’t have that luxury.”
It was a sobering thought and it shut Dee right up; he trudged on in silence, thinking. He and Ryo might spend much of their working lives at the mercy of the elements, but they could always count on getting warm, dry, and comfortable again. Not everyone was so lucky.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Cops have to do their jobs whatever the weather.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Element’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Being a cop often meant being at the mercy of the elements, whether that was a scorching summer heatwave, heavy rain, gale force winds, treacherous ice, or, as in this case, knee-deep snow.
Detectives didn’t have it any better than uniforms; they couldn’t look at the weather and decide they didn’t want to go out in it. Crime scenes had to be visited, witnesses located and interviewed, suspects arrested for questioning… Regardless of conditions on the streets of New York, the men and women of the NYPD, like the mail, prided themselves on always getting through.
“Don’t ya just love New York in winter?” Dee grumbled, floundering through a hip-deep snowdrift. “Weather’s so bad even the snowplows can’t handle it, but we’re still expected to.”
“Snowplows aren’t designed for footpaths,” Ryo pointed out, following close behind Dee so he could take advantage of the path his lover was creating through the mounds of fresh snow. “I think they have to be shovelled by hand. We should be thankful the victim’s body was left in a wooded area where there’s less snow on the ground. There might even be usable evidence at the scene.”
“Assumin’ the crime scene guys can get at it. Weather like this, everything’s probably frozen solid. I know I am.” Dee hated the cold, clammy sensation of his snow-dampened pants clinging to his legs, sucking the warmth from him.
“We can get dry and warm once we’re back at the precinct; the victim doesn’t have that luxury.”
It was a sobering thought and it shut Dee right up; he trudged on in silence, thinking. He and Ryo might spend much of their working lives at the mercy of the elements, but they could always count on getting warm, dry, and comfortable again. Not everyone was so lucky.
The End