Fic: Resistance is futile
FANDOM: Death in Paradise
PAIRING: Richard Poole/Fidel Best
WORD COUNT: 555
NOTES: For the Primeval_Denial Valentines Gift Box exchange for knitekat, using the prompt “Whatever you were going to say, the answer is no.”
Resistance is futile
Richard frowned as he watched Camille enter the police station. She was acting acting strangely, a little too eager to see him if the cheery greeting she gave was any indication, and she had the look on her face that meant she was trying to find a way to ask Richard something that he wasn’t going to like. There was also the fact that she was trying to hide whatever was wrapped up in the blanket she was carrying from Richard’s sight. He wasn’t going to ask; he really didn’t want to know.
Camille made her way over to his desk. “Richard, is that a new tie?”
“Whatever you were going to ask, the answer is no,” he said.
“I was just paying you a compliment.“
“No, you weren’t. You’re up to something, and I get the distinct feeling that I’m not going to like it.”
It was then that the bundle in her arms let out a pitiful ‘mew’.
“Now I know I’m not going to like it. No animals in the station; you know the rules.”
Completely ignoring his protests, she put the blanket down on the desk, unfolding it a little to show a skinny kitten, it’s damp fur sticking up in spikes, inside.
“Please remove that from my desk before it sheds any fleas.” He could feel the urge to scratch from just looking at it and he edged his chair back a little.
“He hasn’t got any fleas; the vet already gave him a wash,” Camille informed him. “When we went to investigate that abandoned house, where we had those reports of disturbances, I didn’t find any intruders but I did find this little guy. I couldn’t just leave him there, could I?”
“Yes.”
“Richard!” Camille looked horrified at the thought and cuddled the kitten to her. “I can’t keep him with me, and Dwayne is allergic, so I was thinking…”
“Absolutely not.”
Richard was about to go back to his paperwork, hoping that if he ignored Camille long enough she might go away, when something she said struck him. She’d said ‘we’, and he’d sent her to check out the complaints with Fidel. Which meant he’d already seen it.
Oh bugger.
“I got some food for him and a few other things,” Fidel’s voice chimed in cheerfully as he hurried into the station. “I can get the rest later, after we get him settled.”
“No. There will be no settling in.” Why was no one listening to him? Was he speaking Chinese or something?
Fidel was petting the kitten now, watching it with an adoring look in his eyes. When he turned those eyes to Richard, Richard knew that this wasn’t going to end well but he wasn’t going down without a fight.
“We are not taking that thing home with us. I mean it.” Richard could feel his resolve wavering under the combined assault of Fidel’s puppy eyes, the sad expression as the kitten stared at him, and Camille’s pleading.
“No.”
The three of them continued to stare at him.
Richard sighed. “You’re looking after the damn thing,” he said, causing Fidel to beam widely as he came around the desk to hug Richard.
“You won’t regret this!” he said, pressing a kiss to Richard's lips.
Ignoring Camille’s sniggering in the background, Richard muttered, “I regret it already.”
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End
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PAIRING: Richard Poole/Fidel Best
WORD COUNT: 555
NOTES: For the Primeval_Denial Valentines Gift Box exchange for knitekat, using the prompt “Whatever you were going to say, the answer is no.”
Resistance is futile
Richard frowned as he watched Camille enter the police station. She was acting acting strangely, a little too eager to see him if the cheery greeting she gave was any indication, and she had the look on her face that meant she was trying to find a way to ask Richard something that he wasn’t going to like. There was also the fact that she was trying to hide whatever was wrapped up in the blanket she was carrying from Richard’s sight. He wasn’t going to ask; he really didn’t want to know.
Camille made her way over to his desk. “Richard, is that a new tie?”
“Whatever you were going to ask, the answer is no,” he said.
“I was just paying you a compliment.“
“No, you weren’t. You’re up to something, and I get the distinct feeling that I’m not going to like it.”
It was then that the bundle in her arms let out a pitiful ‘mew’.
“Now I know I’m not going to like it. No animals in the station; you know the rules.”
Completely ignoring his protests, she put the blanket down on the desk, unfolding it a little to show a skinny kitten, it’s damp fur sticking up in spikes, inside.
“Please remove that from my desk before it sheds any fleas.” He could feel the urge to scratch from just looking at it and he edged his chair back a little.
“He hasn’t got any fleas; the vet already gave him a wash,” Camille informed him. “When we went to investigate that abandoned house, where we had those reports of disturbances, I didn’t find any intruders but I did find this little guy. I couldn’t just leave him there, could I?”
“Yes.”
“Richard!” Camille looked horrified at the thought and cuddled the kitten to her. “I can’t keep him with me, and Dwayne is allergic, so I was thinking…”
“Absolutely not.”
Richard was about to go back to his paperwork, hoping that if he ignored Camille long enough she might go away, when something she said struck him. She’d said ‘we’, and he’d sent her to check out the complaints with Fidel. Which meant he’d already seen it.
Oh bugger.
“I got some food for him and a few other things,” Fidel’s voice chimed in cheerfully as he hurried into the station. “I can get the rest later, after we get him settled.”
“No. There will be no settling in.” Why was no one listening to him? Was he speaking Chinese or something?
Fidel was petting the kitten now, watching it with an adoring look in his eyes. When he turned those eyes to Richard, Richard knew that this wasn’t going to end well but he wasn’t going down without a fight.
“We are not taking that thing home with us. I mean it.” Richard could feel his resolve wavering under the combined assault of Fidel’s puppy eyes, the sad expression as the kitten stared at him, and Camille’s pleading.
“No.”
The three of them continued to stare at him.
Richard sighed. “You’re looking after the damn thing,” he said, causing Fidel to beam widely as he came around the desk to hug Richard.
“You won’t regret this!” he said, pressing a kiss to Richard's lips.
Ignoring Camille’s sniggering in the background, Richard muttered, “I regret it already.”
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End
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