no one is nowhere
Ohhhhh, why does everyone in every show ever have to have babies? I quite like the changing dynamic with Reese on the end of the phone and Seever kicking everyone's arse in planned-and-prepared-ness, but I still wish there was more Reese.
Anyway. Instead of watching the last three episodes, fic! In which it is fifteen years after canon, and Crews still hasn't quite got the hang of working out cases by himself. 200 words, plotless indulgence, unbeta-ed.
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Fifteen year plan
"Don't you ever think that, Reese? Sometimes?"
Dani Reese thinks a lot of things. The first is how Crews got hold of her private office phone number, again. "Crews, you have got to stop doing this."
"Like that Chinese philosopher, I can't remember his name, who dreamed he was a butterfly, or something, and he woke up and wondered if he was a butterfly dreaming of being himself?"
"Crews. I mean it."
"What if your whole life is a dream? Hey Reese, you know that moment when you wake up and you can't remember if your dream was real?"
"Crews."
"What if it was? What if they both were? What if I'm still asleep?"
Reese stops, finger hovering a second from the hang up button. "You think he killed her while he was asleep?"
There is a long pause on the other end of the line. "Well, maybe. Or maybe he was just a psychopath. Who knows?"
Reese rolls her eyes up at the ceiling of the Deputy Chief's office. Her office. Crews is talking again.
"Crews. Listen. It was nice of you to call, but I have work to do. I'm going to hang up now."
"What? Oh, okay. You hang up now."
He keeps talking. She listens a moment longer, tapping her fingernail on the edge of the button.
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Anyway. Instead of watching the last three episodes, fic! In which it is fifteen years after canon, and Crews still hasn't quite got the hang of working out cases by himself. 200 words, plotless indulgence, unbeta-ed.
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Fifteen year plan
"Don't you ever think that, Reese? Sometimes?"
Dani Reese thinks a lot of things. The first is how Crews got hold of her private office phone number, again. "Crews, you have got to stop doing this."
"Like that Chinese philosopher, I can't remember his name, who dreamed he was a butterfly, or something, and he woke up and wondered if he was a butterfly dreaming of being himself?"
"Crews. I mean it."
"What if your whole life is a dream? Hey Reese, you know that moment when you wake up and you can't remember if your dream was real?"
"Crews."
"What if it was? What if they both were? What if I'm still asleep?"
Reese stops, finger hovering a second from the hang up button. "You think he killed her while he was asleep?"
There is a long pause on the other end of the line. "Well, maybe. Or maybe he was just a psychopath. Who knows?"
Reese rolls her eyes up at the ceiling of the Deputy Chief's office. Her office. Crews is talking again.
"Crews. Listen. It was nice of you to call, but I have work to do. I'm going to hang up now."
"What? Oh, okay. You hang up now."
He keeps talking. She listens a moment longer, tapping her fingernail on the edge of the button.
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