Pros Fic: Rumor Has It
Title: Rumor Has It
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I simply borrow them every now and again for my own entertainment.
Summary: Ray Doyle is determined to find out what his partner is hiding.
Prompt: flight
Ray Doyle let his partner prowl around the flat for a good six or seven minutes before stepping into his path. “I’ve poured your drink, sit.” Half order, half request Bodie’s glare in response reassured him he was on the right track. His partner was wound tighter than Ray had seen him in a very long time. And this wasn’t some a post op adrenalin high that could be worked through with a long shower, some rough energetic sex or a long run. Problem was, he didn’t know what had his partner so wound up.
Work had been, well work of late. No earth shattering cases had come across their desk, though granted in their line of work it took a hell of a lot to meet that description. Still, he’d wracked his brain and for the life of him he couldn’t pinpoint a reason that his gut kept shouting at him to pin the man down, box him in before the bastard took flight.
Well, enough guess work. He was going to beat it out of Bodie if he had to, and frankly at this point that would feel pretty good. He was more than a tad annoyed at the man for whatever the hell was going on that he wasn’t talking about. Shaking his head hard enough for the gentle curls to bounce he slapped on a smile and handed over the generous drink before settling himself on the edge of the small coffee table.
“Alright sunshine, I’m done guessing. Let’s hear it.” He didn’t give Bodie a chance to respond before adding “No more mystery, mate. Whatever the hell is going on in that pea sized brain of yours, I want to know,” he added a rather stern “now” when he read defiance in the blue eyes.
“Nothing is wrong, Doyle. Christ, has your life become so pathetic that the only way to entertain yourself is to berate me? Sad state of affairs, indeed,” Bodie finished with a huff.
“Don’t even try,” Ray growled. “You are not getting out of this. I want to know what has you on edge. Feel like I’m going to turn around any minute and you’ll be gone.” He took a sip of his own drink, eyes studying the man in front of him. “Whatever’s wrong, mate, we’ll figure it out.”
He figured he was making progress when his partner swallowed half his drink in one go. “Rumors are going around that the Cow is going to retire any day now.”
“Rumors? That is what this is all about? Bloody rumors?” Ray was off the table and pushing his partner back against the sofa. “I’ve been losing my mind because you’re suddenly listening to bloody office gossip?”
“Not hearing it from the squad,” Bodie responded, pushing his partner back. “Nairn told me when I was up in Cambridge.”
“What does the SAS know about CI5 business?”
“He is very well connected.”
“So, what if the Cow does retire, had to happen sometime. Wouldn’t be surprised, honestly, I’m beginning to think the man might just be older than Stonehenge.”
“S’not funny, Ray. If Cowley goes, how long do you think it will take the next controller to figure out we aren’t just partners in the traditional sense?”
“Hell, you really are worried, aren’t you?” He palmed a stubbled cheek gently. “You and me, we’re in this for the long haul. Other things we can do besides save the world for Queen and country. Thought you knew that.”
“Wasn’t sure you’d leave.”
“I wouldn’t, if you wanted to stay. But if we can’t be who we are and still be on the squad, we’re gone. Now, finish your drink and meet in the bedroom. I have some excess frustration to work off, thanks to your bloody brain’s overtime thinking. Knew I’d smelled smoke, just didn’t realize it was coming from you.”
“Ray?”
“Together, luv. That was the agreement, remember? “
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I simply borrow them every now and again for my own entertainment.
Summary: Ray Doyle is determined to find out what his partner is hiding.
Prompt: flight
Ray Doyle let his partner prowl around the flat for a good six or seven minutes before stepping into his path. “I’ve poured your drink, sit.” Half order, half request Bodie’s glare in response reassured him he was on the right track. His partner was wound tighter than Ray had seen him in a very long time. And this wasn’t some a post op adrenalin high that could be worked through with a long shower, some rough energetic sex or a long run. Problem was, he didn’t know what had his partner so wound up.
Work had been, well work of late. No earth shattering cases had come across their desk, though granted in their line of work it took a hell of a lot to meet that description. Still, he’d wracked his brain and for the life of him he couldn’t pinpoint a reason that his gut kept shouting at him to pin the man down, box him in before the bastard took flight.
Well, enough guess work. He was going to beat it out of Bodie if he had to, and frankly at this point that would feel pretty good. He was more than a tad annoyed at the man for whatever the hell was going on that he wasn’t talking about. Shaking his head hard enough for the gentle curls to bounce he slapped on a smile and handed over the generous drink before settling himself on the edge of the small coffee table.
“Alright sunshine, I’m done guessing. Let’s hear it.” He didn’t give Bodie a chance to respond before adding “No more mystery, mate. Whatever the hell is going on in that pea sized brain of yours, I want to know,” he added a rather stern “now” when he read defiance in the blue eyes.
“Nothing is wrong, Doyle. Christ, has your life become so pathetic that the only way to entertain yourself is to berate me? Sad state of affairs, indeed,” Bodie finished with a huff.
“Don’t even try,” Ray growled. “You are not getting out of this. I want to know what has you on edge. Feel like I’m going to turn around any minute and you’ll be gone.” He took a sip of his own drink, eyes studying the man in front of him. “Whatever’s wrong, mate, we’ll figure it out.”
He figured he was making progress when his partner swallowed half his drink in one go. “Rumors are going around that the Cow is going to retire any day now.”
“Rumors? That is what this is all about? Bloody rumors?” Ray was off the table and pushing his partner back against the sofa. “I’ve been losing my mind because you’re suddenly listening to bloody office gossip?”
“Not hearing it from the squad,” Bodie responded, pushing his partner back. “Nairn told me when I was up in Cambridge.”
“What does the SAS know about CI5 business?”
“He is very well connected.”
“So, what if the Cow does retire, had to happen sometime. Wouldn’t be surprised, honestly, I’m beginning to think the man might just be older than Stonehenge.”
“S’not funny, Ray. If Cowley goes, how long do you think it will take the next controller to figure out we aren’t just partners in the traditional sense?”
“Hell, you really are worried, aren’t you?” He palmed a stubbled cheek gently. “You and me, we’re in this for the long haul. Other things we can do besides save the world for Queen and country. Thought you knew that.”
“Wasn’t sure you’d leave.”
“I wouldn’t, if you wanted to stay. But if we can’t be who we are and still be on the squad, we’re gone. Now, finish your drink and meet in the bedroom. I have some excess frustration to work off, thanks to your bloody brain’s overtime thinking. Knew I’d smelled smoke, just didn’t realize it was coming from you.”
“Ray?”
“Together, luv. That was the agreement, remember? “