More ridiculous Buddy Cop AU
A very, very short slice of buddy cops, written several weeks ago because nix_this is a terrible person. Please feel free to blame her. If I know her at all, she'll lap it up in smug delight anyway.
Spock straightened his jacket with precise, controlled tugs, and turned toward the door, pristine. It was eight thiry-nine in the morning, and the first day of his official partnership with Jim Kirk.
He had no intention of allowing pre-existing notions of the man's character, mostly conceived due to overhearing what humans called water cooler gossip, to colour his view today as he had previously. Neither, however, did he have any intention of allowing his erstwhile partner to bully or run roughshod over him as he had reportedly done to others in the past.
Officer Spock Grayson was not a man accustomed to being intimidated, and James Kirk would learn it. Mind resolute and face calm, he closed the door behind him with a crisp snick.
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Jim was sitting at the desk, slouched sideways behind an alarming clutter of tattered brown files, loose paper sheets, a tangle of antique pens and modern styluses, and a minimum of three data PADDs. He gave no indication that he had noticed Spock's arrival, appearing deeply engrossed in the depths of the chipped mug held loosely in his left hand, and the scratched and battered PADD in his right.
Spock observed him for a moment, unmoving, until a slit of mocking blue appeared over the rim of antiquated black spectacles.
"You aren't going to accomplish much standing over there, Spocky," Jim drawled. "Afraid to play with the big boys?"
Spock allowed himself one moment to be mildly surprised that such vitriol could manage to appear so magnetic in any individual, especially one as informal, sarcastic, and bitter as this.
"If Chief Pike were to assign me to liaison with a superior, Detective Kirk, I assure you I would comport myself with all due respect. As it stands, I am waiting to be told what you have managed to accomplish on your current case thus far."
Dark eyebrows slashed inwards in a fierce scowl as the generous mouth tightened, and Spock wondered absently if such frequent and athletic facial contortions could cause muscle strain. He focussed once again upon the unpredictable man before him as Kirk abruptly pivoted to bring his feet to the floor in front of him and toss the PADD in his hands at Spock's face.
"That," he said coldly, eyes mocking once more, "is Montgomery Scott. He's been missing for nine days."
I did mention it was tiny and very, very short.
Spock straightened his jacket with precise, controlled tugs, and turned toward the door, pristine. It was eight thiry-nine in the morning, and the first day of his official partnership with Jim Kirk.
He had no intention of allowing pre-existing notions of the man's character, mostly conceived due to overhearing what humans called water cooler gossip, to colour his view today as he had previously. Neither, however, did he have any intention of allowing his erstwhile partner to bully or run roughshod over him as he had reportedly done to others in the past.
Officer Spock Grayson was not a man accustomed to being intimidated, and James Kirk would learn it. Mind resolute and face calm, he closed the door behind him with a crisp snick.
*********
Jim was sitting at the desk, slouched sideways behind an alarming clutter of tattered brown files, loose paper sheets, a tangle of antique pens and modern styluses, and a minimum of three data PADDs. He gave no indication that he had noticed Spock's arrival, appearing deeply engrossed in the depths of the chipped mug held loosely in his left hand, and the scratched and battered PADD in his right.
Spock observed him for a moment, unmoving, until a slit of mocking blue appeared over the rim of antiquated black spectacles.
"You aren't going to accomplish much standing over there, Spocky," Jim drawled. "Afraid to play with the big boys?"
Spock allowed himself one moment to be mildly surprised that such vitriol could manage to appear so magnetic in any individual, especially one as informal, sarcastic, and bitter as this.
"If Chief Pike were to assign me to liaison with a superior, Detective Kirk, I assure you I would comport myself with all due respect. As it stands, I am waiting to be told what you have managed to accomplish on your current case thus far."
Dark eyebrows slashed inwards in a fierce scowl as the generous mouth tightened, and Spock wondered absently if such frequent and athletic facial contortions could cause muscle strain. He focussed once again upon the unpredictable man before him as Kirk abruptly pivoted to bring his feet to the floor in front of him and toss the PADD in his hands at Spock's face.
"That," he said coldly, eyes mocking once more, "is Montgomery Scott. He's been missing for nine days."
I did mention it was tiny and very, very short.