Hell's bells, you cops got a fast grapevine.
More Dresden Files lulz. Yeah, I know y'all don't care but I just can't seem to help myself. *grin*
Besides, I'm hoping that maybe you guys will be lured in by the funny so I'll have someone to squee with... what? It could happen...
She exhaled slowly. "I have a feeling things are going to get hairy. You need someone who's got your back."
"Got that," I said, holding up my fist. "You."
Murphy rapped her knuckles gently against mine and snorted. "You're going syrupy on me, Dredsen."
"If it rains, I'll melt," I agreed.
"It's to be expected," she said. "What with how you're gay and all now."
"I'm wh . . ." I blinked. "Oh. Thomas's apartment. Hell's bells, you cops got a fast grapevine."
"Yeah. Rawlins heard it at the coffee machine and he just had to call me up and tell me all about you and your boyfriend being in a fight. He asked me if he should get you the sound track to Les Miserables or Phantom of the Opera for Christmas this year. Varetti and Farrel got a deal on track lighting from Malone's brother-in-law."
"Don't you people have lives?" I said. At her continued smile, I asked warily, "What are you getting me?"
She grinned, blue eyes sparkling. "Stallings and I found an autographed picture of Julie Newmar on eBay."
"You guys are never going to let go of this one, are you?" I sighed.
"We're cops," Murphy said. "Of course not."
XD I lol'd. You know I lol'd.
And now back to reading. I hear Marcone may make an appearance soon so. *cough* I kind of can't wait. >.>
ETA: Srsly. This is why I love Marcone so damn much. It's like... they're flirting or... something... Damn it. *headdesk*
Murph gave me a sideways look. "Like I said ..."
I grinned easily and started to riposte, but the pay phone rang.
I hopped up, as much as I was capable of hopping, and answered it. "Dresden."
John Marcone's voice was as cool and eloquent as ever. "You must think me insane."
"You read the papers I had faxed to you?"
"As has my counsel at Monoc," Marcone replied. "That doesn't mean-"
I interrupted him purely because I knew how much it would annoy him. "Look, we both know you're going to do it, and I'm too tired to dance," I told him. "What do you want?"
There was a moment of silence that might have been vaguely irritated. Being adolescent at someone like Marcone is good for my morale.
"Say please," Marcone said.
I blinked. "What?"
"Say please, Dresden," he replied, his tone smooth. "Ask me."
I rolled my eyes. "Give me a break."
"We both know you need me, Dresden, and I'm too tired to dance." I could practically see the shark smile on his face. "Say please."
I stewed for a sullen minute before I realized that doing so was probably building Marcone's morale, and I couldn't have that. "Fine," I said. "Please."
"Pretty please," Marcone prompted me.
Some pyromaniacal madman's thoughts flooded my forebrain, but I took a deep breath, tasered my pride, and said, "Pretty please."
"With a cherry on top."
"Fuck you," I said, and hung up on him.
I kicked the base of the vending machine and muttered a curse. Marcone was probably laughing his quiet, mirthless little laugh. Jerk.
Oh my God. I love them. LOVE. ♥
Besides, I'm hoping that maybe you guys will be lured in by the funny so I'll have someone to squee with... what? It could happen...
She exhaled slowly. "I have a feeling things are going to get hairy. You need someone who's got your back."
"Got that," I said, holding up my fist. "You."
Murphy rapped her knuckles gently against mine and snorted. "You're going syrupy on me, Dredsen."
"If it rains, I'll melt," I agreed.
"It's to be expected," she said. "What with how you're gay and all now."
"I'm wh . . ." I blinked. "Oh. Thomas's apartment. Hell's bells, you cops got a fast grapevine."
"Yeah. Rawlins heard it at the coffee machine and he just had to call me up and tell me all about you and your boyfriend being in a fight. He asked me if he should get you the sound track to Les Miserables or Phantom of the Opera for Christmas this year. Varetti and Farrel got a deal on track lighting from Malone's brother-in-law."
"Don't you people have lives?" I said. At her continued smile, I asked warily, "What are you getting me?"
She grinned, blue eyes sparkling. "Stallings and I found an autographed picture of Julie Newmar on eBay."
"You guys are never going to let go of this one, are you?" I sighed.
"We're cops," Murphy said. "Of course not."
XD I lol'd. You know I lol'd.
And now back to reading. I hear Marcone may make an appearance soon so. *cough* I kind of can't wait. >.>
ETA: Srsly. This is why I love Marcone so damn much. It's like... they're flirting or... something... Damn it. *headdesk*
Murph gave me a sideways look. "Like I said ..."
I grinned easily and started to riposte, but the pay phone rang.
I hopped up, as much as I was capable of hopping, and answered it. "Dresden."
John Marcone's voice was as cool and eloquent as ever. "You must think me insane."
"You read the papers I had faxed to you?"
"As has my counsel at Monoc," Marcone replied. "That doesn't mean-"
I interrupted him purely because I knew how much it would annoy him. "Look, we both know you're going to do it, and I'm too tired to dance," I told him. "What do you want?"
There was a moment of silence that might have been vaguely irritated. Being adolescent at someone like Marcone is good for my morale.
"Say please," Marcone said.
I blinked. "What?"
"Say please, Dresden," he replied, his tone smooth. "Ask me."
I rolled my eyes. "Give me a break."
"We both know you need me, Dresden, and I'm too tired to dance." I could practically see the shark smile on his face. "Say please."
I stewed for a sullen minute before I realized that doing so was probably building Marcone's morale, and I couldn't have that. "Fine," I said. "Please."
"Pretty please," Marcone prompted me.
Some pyromaniacal madman's thoughts flooded my forebrain, but I took a deep breath, tasered my pride, and said, "Pretty please."
"With a cherry on top."
"Fuck you," I said, and hung up on him.
I kicked the base of the vending machine and muttered a curse. Marcone was probably laughing his quiet, mirthless little laugh. Jerk.
Oh my God. I love them. LOVE. ♥