Filled! - Title: No need to go mad over spilled coffeespirited_lizardFebruary 1 2012, 22:45:53 UTC
Title: No need to go mad over spilled coffee Character(s)/Pairing: Tim Type/Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 722 Summary: The night takes an interesting turn when Tim goes for coffee.
During his career with the US Marshal Service, Tim had been on a lot of stake-outs. It was basically just sitting in the car, and waiting for something to happen. But it was boring, especially when he was alone, like this time.
They knew were their guy was living, but he hadn’t left his apartment in a while, so it was patience they needed the most. Tim sat in his car on the front side of the building, while Rachel watched the back.
Tim looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 2 am; four more hours until someone would come and replace him. It’s okay, he thought, as long as he had enough coffee, it wouldn’t be a problem. He took his thermos bottle and poured himself a cup of hot, steaming coffee. It was November and the nights could get pretty cool.
About half an hour later, when Tim wanted to fill up his cup, he cursed. - It didn’t even got half full.
“Great,” he muttered to himself.
Annoyed, he watched the apartment building for an hour longer, until he noticed a little coffee shop on his side of the street, just a couple of steps from his car. It was one of those 24-hour shops, where you could get coffee, cake, or even sandwiches around the clock.
Basically, Tim wasn’t to leave the scene, but he would only be like two minutes. What could happen, right?
He informed Rachel over the walkie talkie and stepped out. It felt good to stretch his legs, too, Tim thought. He had been sitting in the car for far too long, anyway. He put on his jacket to cover his badge and gun and locked the car. He would be in and out of that shop within minutes, Tim thought. He would order a coffee-to-go, maybe have sandwich, too, and then he would be in his car again.
But, of course, Tim had no such luck.
As soon as he had entered and enjoyed the warmth of the place, he ordered his coffee and snack, and he hadn’t even finished talking, when he noticed a tall man stepping into the shop. It was their guy, the druggie whose apartment they had been watching the whole night.
“Just great,” Tim said to himself once more.
The guy stepped next to Tim and checked the menu card above the counter. Tim tried not to stare, so he simply took his bag with his things. But just when he wanted to turn around to leave, the guy started talking to him.
“Hey, you,” he said, “don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“I don’t think so,” Tim answered.
“You look awfully familiar. Yes, yes, now I know,” the guy said and turned to fully face Tim. “You’re that cop that’s been watching me all night.”
And before Tim could react, the guy hit him in the face. Tim’s bag fell to the ground and the coffee spilled all over the floor.
“I saw you, you know?” The guy went on, hovering like a giant over Tim, who had stumbled backwards to stay on his feet. “Sitting in your car there, and watching me. I hope it wasn’t too boring.”
He finished and was just about to hit Tim again, though this time, Tim was prepared. With his left arm, he blocked the guy’s hit, and boxed him in the ribs with his right fist instead. He heard how the breath left the man’s lungs. Then, Tim got a hold of his left arm, turning it onto his back and kicked him in the back of his knees, which made the giant fall flat on his stomach.
From behind his back, on his belt, Tim took a pair of hand cuffs and used them on the guy. When he got back on his feet, he called Rachel on her cell to come around, telling her, he had a surprise and that they could go home for the night. To the customers and employees in the coffee shop, he flashed his badge and identified himself as US Marshal, before anyone unnecessarily called the police.
Touching his jaw, which seemed to be okay after it had been hit by a rock, Tim sat at the counter to wait for Rachel.
Character(s)/Pairing: Tim
Type/Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 722
Summary: The night takes an interesting turn when Tim goes for coffee.
During his career with the US Marshal Service, Tim had been on a lot of stake-outs. It was basically just sitting in the car, and waiting for something to happen. But it was boring, especially when he was alone, like this time.
They knew were their guy was living, but he hadn’t left his apartment in a while, so it was patience they needed the most. Tim sat in his car on the front side of the building, while Rachel watched the back.
Tim looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 2 am; four more hours until someone would come and replace him. It’s okay, he thought, as long as he had enough coffee, it wouldn’t be a problem. He took his thermos bottle and poured himself a cup of hot, steaming coffee. It was November and the nights could get pretty cool.
About half an hour later, when Tim wanted to fill up his cup, he cursed. - It didn’t even got half full.
“Great,” he muttered to himself.
Annoyed, he watched the apartment building for an hour longer, until he noticed a little coffee shop on his side of the street, just a couple of steps from his car. It was one of those 24-hour shops, where you could get coffee, cake, or even sandwiches around the clock.
Basically, Tim wasn’t to leave the scene, but he would only be like two minutes. What could happen, right?
He informed Rachel over the walkie talkie and stepped out. It felt good to stretch his legs, too, Tim thought. He had been sitting in the car for far too long, anyway. He put on his jacket to cover his badge and gun and locked the car. He would be in and out of that shop within minutes, Tim thought. He would order a coffee-to-go, maybe have sandwich, too, and then he would be in his car again.
But, of course, Tim had no such luck.
As soon as he had entered and enjoyed the warmth of the place, he ordered his coffee and snack, and he hadn’t even finished talking, when he noticed a tall man stepping into the shop. It was their guy, the druggie whose apartment they had been watching the whole night.
“Just great,” Tim said to himself once more.
The guy stepped next to Tim and checked the menu card above the counter. Tim tried not to stare, so he simply took his bag with his things. But just when he wanted to turn around to leave, the guy started talking to him.
“Hey, you,” he said, “don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“I don’t think so,” Tim answered.
“You look awfully familiar. Yes, yes, now I know,” the guy said and turned to fully face Tim. “You’re that cop that’s been watching me all night.”
And before Tim could react, the guy hit him in the face. Tim’s bag fell to the ground and the coffee spilled all over the floor.
“I saw you, you know?” The guy went on, hovering like a giant over Tim, who had stumbled backwards to stay on his feet. “Sitting in your car there, and watching me. I hope it wasn’t too boring.”
He finished and was just about to hit Tim again, though this time, Tim was prepared. With his left arm, he blocked the guy’s hit, and boxed him in the ribs with his right fist instead. He heard how the breath left the man’s lungs. Then, Tim got a hold of his left arm, turning it onto his back and kicked him in the back of his knees, which made the giant fall flat on his stomach.
From behind his back, on his belt, Tim took a pair of hand cuffs and used them on the guy. When he got back on his feet, he called Rachel on her cell to come around, telling her, he had a surprise and that they could go home for the night. To the customers and employees in the coffee shop, he flashed his badge and identified himself as US Marshal, before anyone unnecessarily called the police.
Touching his jaw, which seemed to be okay after it had been hit by a rock, Tim sat at the counter to wait for Rachel.
“Could I please just get a cup of coffee?”
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