Pros Fic: Need to Know
Title: Need to Know
Warnings: None
Summary: Doyle hates Cowley's 'need to know' game.
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I simply borrow them now and again for my own entertainment.
Note: I have always been struck by Bodie's comments to Meredith in the car on the way to the safe house in Stopover, which would lead one to believe Bodie had spent time in prison.
The only sound Doyle could hear was the pounding of feet as he hustled their young charge into the dark entrance of the warehouse. Pulling the man against the wall he stopped so they could catch their breath. Bodie appeared several seconds later, but remained by the door, gun out, body tense.
“Well?” Doyle asked his partner.
“You take Roderick and get back to the car. I’ll keep our uninvited guests entertained while you arrange for backup.”
“Bodie?” Ray shook his head, not liking the idea of separating, not in the least.
“Look, Father wants to talk with young Roderick and given that his friends are just as interested in talking to him, our best bet is to divide and conquer. Now go.”
“Just remember, Butch, Father won’t be happy if you waste all that time and money he’s spent on you. Replacements are expensive as he likes to remind us.”
“Get going, Doyle, sounds like they’ve gone high tech on us,” Bodie answered, catching his partner’s eye as the sound of barking reached them. “Off with you.”
“Watch your back, mate,” Ray responded as he pushed Roderick in front of him.
***
Ray glared impatiently as he handed Roderick over to Jax at the car park with a terse “Cowley wants to see him, now,” before motioning for McCabe, Lewis and Anson to follow. He set a grueling pace as he retraced his steps; the heaviness in his chest screaming at him that he was already too late.
A block from the warehouse they stopped and after providing a brief description of the building’s layout Doyle deployed the other agents and headed for the back entrance. Gliding to a stop just outside the door he paused to listen. Hearing nothing, Ray slid inside, back to the wall and let his eye adjust to the dim inner cavern. Met with silence he proceeded; his heart banging loudly in his ears. Ray had truly expected his partner to meet him somewhere on the way and the fact that there’d been no sign of Bodie had him fearing the worst.
Three quarters of the way across the floor Doyle stopped and took in the area in front of him with a trained eye. He almost missed it, would have if the sun hadn’t taken that moment to glance through a grimy upper window and splash upon a square of tan. Ray headed straight for the spot, eyes watching the rest of the area. “Bloody Christ,” he whispered as he knelt on the dirty floor and reached for Bodie. The man was curled in a ball, unmoving and Ray’s hand came back wet when he grabbed his partner’s forearm. “Get an ambulance,” he shouted as McCabe appeared in the doorway.
“Bodie? Bodie-mate, you with me?” Ray asked as he unfurled the body.
“Ray?”
“Easy sunshine, what happened?”
“Get ‘em off me, Doyle, get ‘em off!”
“You’re safe Bodie, I’ve got you,” Ray reassured as he held tight to the squirming body.
“He been shot?” Lewis asked.
“Not sure, need more light to tell.” Lewis obliged by pointing his torch at the body.
“Not shot…the arm is mangled…damn they had dogs.” Ray gently manhandled Bodie until he had the broad back resting against his chest. “Bodie, come on now, need you to tell me what happened.”
Bodie continued to beg his partner to help him and to ‘get the bloody dogs off me’. Ray kept a firm hold and whispered nonsense as he rested his cheek against the sweat soaked hair. He’d never seen Bodie like this. The man was like a bloody punching bag in that every time he was hit he’d pop back for more. What was more unnerving, though Ray would never admit it aloud, was the note of fear in Bodie’s voice as he begged for help.
**
Cowley met them at hospital and Doyle waited impatiently for the controller to come out of the small cubicle where Bodie had been placed. “What happened?”
“The blokes after Roderick - five of them and somewhere they came up with dogs. Didn’t see ‘em, but we heard them. Bodie thought it best we split up, and he offered to cover our flank. Found him in a puddle of blood on the warehouse floor. The damn dogs nearly took his arm off!”
“What did 3-7 say happened?”
“He…he just kept begging me to ‘get ‘em off’ him,” Ray responded softly; his eyes glued to his trainers.
“Doctor has him sedated,” Cowley said as he looked at his operative. “Dogs?” The controller motioned Doyle to follow. They walked in silence until they reached a park two blocks from hospital.
“What has Bodie told you of his time in Africa?”
Even though the question surprised him, Ray answered immediately “Lies, bloody big ones. Oh yeah and the fact that it’s very warm there. What has Africa got to do with anything?”
“You are not to repeat this to 3-7, understood?” Cowley waited until he got a nod in response. “Bodie spent six and a half months in a Congo gaol courtesy of Krivas. One of the guards’ pastimes was letting the dogs loose on a prisoner. They’d pull them off once the prisoner begged for mercy.”
“Bodie wouldn’t beg,” Ray replied in a whisper.
“No, he wouldn’t. I’m no doctor but my guess is he’s in shock because of the dogs.”
“Said he didn’t like dogs…that op where we took Sangster down. But he went after that big rotty that time and took him out.”
“He knew the dog was there. From what you said the dogs were a surprise today.”
“Yeah. Weren’t with them when they started chasing us. Don’t even know what they were, as I only heard them.”
“Doctor says they were large given the teeth marks,” Cowley responded. “Go home and change and then come back. Doctor thinks your presence might help bring 3-7 around.”
“If you knew about the dogs before, why didn’t you tell me? I would have stayed back today.” Ray demanded as a picture of his partner huddled on the cold, filthy floor played in his head.
“You didn’t need to know before today.”
“Didn’t need to know!” Ray ignored Cowley’s raised eyebrows at his tone. “If I’d known Bodie wouldn’t be lying in hospital. He’s my partner. I damn well needed to know.”
Warnings: None
Summary: Doyle hates Cowley's 'need to know' game.
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I simply borrow them now and again for my own entertainment.
Note: I have always been struck by Bodie's comments to Meredith in the car on the way to the safe house in Stopover, which would lead one to believe Bodie had spent time in prison.
The only sound Doyle could hear was the pounding of feet as he hustled their young charge into the dark entrance of the warehouse. Pulling the man against the wall he stopped so they could catch their breath. Bodie appeared several seconds later, but remained by the door, gun out, body tense.
“Well?” Doyle asked his partner.
“You take Roderick and get back to the car. I’ll keep our uninvited guests entertained while you arrange for backup.”
“Bodie?” Ray shook his head, not liking the idea of separating, not in the least.
“Look, Father wants to talk with young Roderick and given that his friends are just as interested in talking to him, our best bet is to divide and conquer. Now go.”
“Just remember, Butch, Father won’t be happy if you waste all that time and money he’s spent on you. Replacements are expensive as he likes to remind us.”
“Get going, Doyle, sounds like they’ve gone high tech on us,” Bodie answered, catching his partner’s eye as the sound of barking reached them. “Off with you.”
“Watch your back, mate,” Ray responded as he pushed Roderick in front of him.
***
Ray glared impatiently as he handed Roderick over to Jax at the car park with a terse “Cowley wants to see him, now,” before motioning for McCabe, Lewis and Anson to follow. He set a grueling pace as he retraced his steps; the heaviness in his chest screaming at him that he was already too late.
A block from the warehouse they stopped and after providing a brief description of the building’s layout Doyle deployed the other agents and headed for the back entrance. Gliding to a stop just outside the door he paused to listen. Hearing nothing, Ray slid inside, back to the wall and let his eye adjust to the dim inner cavern. Met with silence he proceeded; his heart banging loudly in his ears. Ray had truly expected his partner to meet him somewhere on the way and the fact that there’d been no sign of Bodie had him fearing the worst.
Three quarters of the way across the floor Doyle stopped and took in the area in front of him with a trained eye. He almost missed it, would have if the sun hadn’t taken that moment to glance through a grimy upper window and splash upon a square of tan. Ray headed straight for the spot, eyes watching the rest of the area. “Bloody Christ,” he whispered as he knelt on the dirty floor and reached for Bodie. The man was curled in a ball, unmoving and Ray’s hand came back wet when he grabbed his partner’s forearm. “Get an ambulance,” he shouted as McCabe appeared in the doorway.
“Bodie? Bodie-mate, you with me?” Ray asked as he unfurled the body.
“Ray?”
“Easy sunshine, what happened?”
“Get ‘em off me, Doyle, get ‘em off!”
“You’re safe Bodie, I’ve got you,” Ray reassured as he held tight to the squirming body.
“He been shot?” Lewis asked.
“Not sure, need more light to tell.” Lewis obliged by pointing his torch at the body.
“Not shot…the arm is mangled…damn they had dogs.” Ray gently manhandled Bodie until he had the broad back resting against his chest. “Bodie, come on now, need you to tell me what happened.”
Bodie continued to beg his partner to help him and to ‘get the bloody dogs off me’. Ray kept a firm hold and whispered nonsense as he rested his cheek against the sweat soaked hair. He’d never seen Bodie like this. The man was like a bloody punching bag in that every time he was hit he’d pop back for more. What was more unnerving, though Ray would never admit it aloud, was the note of fear in Bodie’s voice as he begged for help.
**
Cowley met them at hospital and Doyle waited impatiently for the controller to come out of the small cubicle where Bodie had been placed. “What happened?”
“The blokes after Roderick - five of them and somewhere they came up with dogs. Didn’t see ‘em, but we heard them. Bodie thought it best we split up, and he offered to cover our flank. Found him in a puddle of blood on the warehouse floor. The damn dogs nearly took his arm off!”
“What did 3-7 say happened?”
“He…he just kept begging me to ‘get ‘em off’ him,” Ray responded softly; his eyes glued to his trainers.
“Doctor has him sedated,” Cowley said as he looked at his operative. “Dogs?” The controller motioned Doyle to follow. They walked in silence until they reached a park two blocks from hospital.
“What has Bodie told you of his time in Africa?”
Even though the question surprised him, Ray answered immediately “Lies, bloody big ones. Oh yeah and the fact that it’s very warm there. What has Africa got to do with anything?”
“You are not to repeat this to 3-7, understood?” Cowley waited until he got a nod in response. “Bodie spent six and a half months in a Congo gaol courtesy of Krivas. One of the guards’ pastimes was letting the dogs loose on a prisoner. They’d pull them off once the prisoner begged for mercy.”
“Bodie wouldn’t beg,” Ray replied in a whisper.
“No, he wouldn’t. I’m no doctor but my guess is he’s in shock because of the dogs.”
“Said he didn’t like dogs…that op where we took Sangster down. But he went after that big rotty that time and took him out.”
“He knew the dog was there. From what you said the dogs were a surprise today.”
“Yeah. Weren’t with them when they started chasing us. Don’t even know what they were, as I only heard them.”
“Doctor says they were large given the teeth marks,” Cowley responded. “Go home and change and then come back. Doctor thinks your presence might help bring 3-7 around.”
“If you knew about the dogs before, why didn’t you tell me? I would have stayed back today.” Ray demanded as a picture of his partner huddled on the cold, filthy floor played in his head.
“You didn’t need to know before today.”
“Didn’t need to know!” Ray ignored Cowley’s raised eyebrows at his tone. “If I’d known Bodie wouldn’t be lying in hospital. He’s my partner. I damn well needed to know.”