Original: Guns and Dinosaurs (Pete and Craig) PG
Title: Guns and Dinosaurs
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Pete and Craig (mention of everyone)
Rating: PG
Summary: If it's not one thing... it's something bigger.
Warning: *Written for Round 61 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt #06: mountian, with a side of a day's reality at both Disneyland and Walt Disney World.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Captain Pete Cain nodded to a pair of older women as he made his way through Tomorrowland. Catching sight of one of his team, Pete waved as Detective Lawson glanced his way and then excused himself from the two Space Mountain Cast Members he was talking with.
"Everything's fine," he announced before Pete could speak. "It was a case of stupidity paired with murder of a stuffed Mickey." He turned slightly and nodded toward the two paramedics standing over a Guest, who was currently being interviewed by a Manager. "The young lady currently screaming at her boyfriend," Craig explained, nodding toward the young woman having words with a young man, while the paramedics were tending to his broken wrist, "said something that apparently pissed him off. So," Craig continued, turning back toward Pete and rolling his eyes, "he grabbed her Mickey, chucked the thing out of the car and managed to catch one of the supports at just the wrong moment."
Pete shook his head and sighed. "I hate this damn ride," he said, waving a hand toward the iconic attraction.
Craig made a face and shook his head. "You'll get no argument from me, boss." Craig hated Space Mountain for other reasons, of course: he was afraid of the dark. Though, he wouldn't admit it, but instead would insist that it was simply an aversion to the combination of noise and the strobe lights.
"You gettin' this wrapped up?" Pete asked a moment later, waving toward the group. Craig nodded. "Good. I need you to get over to AK. Some jackass apparently got a gun in through security and left it in one of the cars." Craig made a face and Pete could only shrug. "A kid found it."
Craig winced and shook his head. "Anyone get hurt?"
Pete shook his head. "Thankfully, no. But I need you to get over there and get it. Oversee a full sweep of the whole damn building, too."
"You sure you want me to go?" Craig asked, giving Pete a discomforted look.
"You're the only one I've got, right now, Craig. Tony's still on that video conference with Disneyland, thanks to that Toontown thing. Ken's out until tomorrow, and the girls are at recerts."
Craig made a face and grumbled. "Fine."
As his senior officer stalked off, Pete smirked and called after him. "This isn't TV, Craig. You can turn the lights on!" At the look Craig gave him in response, Pete could only laugh.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Pete and Craig (mention of everyone)
Rating: PG
Summary: If it's not one thing... it's something bigger.
Warning: *Written for Round 61 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt #06: mountian, with a side of a day's reality at both Disneyland and Walt Disney World.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Captain Pete Cain nodded to a pair of older women as he made his way through Tomorrowland. Catching sight of one of his team, Pete waved as Detective Lawson glanced his way and then excused himself from the two Space Mountain Cast Members he was talking with.
"Everything's fine," he announced before Pete could speak. "It was a case of stupidity paired with murder of a stuffed Mickey." He turned slightly and nodded toward the two paramedics standing over a Guest, who was currently being interviewed by a Manager. "The young lady currently screaming at her boyfriend," Craig explained, nodding toward the young woman having words with a young man, while the paramedics were tending to his broken wrist, "said something that apparently pissed him off. So," Craig continued, turning back toward Pete and rolling his eyes, "he grabbed her Mickey, chucked the thing out of the car and managed to catch one of the supports at just the wrong moment."
Pete shook his head and sighed. "I hate this damn ride," he said, waving a hand toward the iconic attraction.
Craig made a face and shook his head. "You'll get no argument from me, boss." Craig hated Space Mountain for other reasons, of course: he was afraid of the dark. Though, he wouldn't admit it, but instead would insist that it was simply an aversion to the combination of noise and the strobe lights.
"You gettin' this wrapped up?" Pete asked a moment later, waving toward the group. Craig nodded. "Good. I need you to get over to AK. Some jackass apparently got a gun in through security and left it in one of the cars." Craig made a face and Pete could only shrug. "A kid found it."
Craig winced and shook his head. "Anyone get hurt?"
Pete shook his head. "Thankfully, no. But I need you to get over there and get it. Oversee a full sweep of the whole damn building, too."
"You sure you want me to go?" Craig asked, giving Pete a discomforted look.
"You're the only one I've got, right now, Craig. Tony's still on that video conference with Disneyland, thanks to that Toontown thing. Ken's out until tomorrow, and the girls are at recerts."
Craig made a face and grumbled. "Fine."
As his senior officer stalked off, Pete smirked and called after him. "This isn't TV, Craig. You can turn the lights on!" At the look Craig gave him in response, Pete could only laugh.