[Original: Drabble] "Undercover Ladies" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Undercover Ladies
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 mini table of doom (‘dangerous liaisons’)
Word Count: 309
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “I don’t like it, Jones.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Undercover Ladies
“I don’t like it, Jones,” my partner growled.
Despite my nerves, I couldn’t help smiling at Howell. “I’m the only one who can do this, sir,” I said.
“I know,” he said, still growling a little. “Which is why I’m letting you go. But I don’t have to like it.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t like it, either.”
I really didn’t. There had been three murders in the last three weeks, and all of them with a very clear type: tall, young, fashionable, professional redheads. And the only other redhead in our precinct was Arthur Ranikowsi, who was forty-seven and liked to dress in polyester.
Which meant that I was the one who’d gotten cornered by Marianne from Dispatch’s little sister Marlene the stylist, who somehow wrangled me into an actual outfit, matching shoes and all.
“Stop fidgeting,” snapped Howell, as my fingers wandered toward my curled-within-an-inch-of-its-life hair. But then he tugged a curl over my left ear, where my earwig was hidden. “I’ll be with you the whole time.”
“Yeah, that’ll make seducing the creepy murderer much easier,” I said, but really I was glad.
I wasn’t trained for undercover work, not really, and there was about an even chance of us catching this guy as there was of this going very, very wrong. Pretty much the only reason I’d agreed to it- other than the autopsy photos of the dead girls who looked eerily like me- was knowing that Howell would be backing me up.
“Zeke, you ready?” asked Sergeant Sarah Morrison, who would be going into the bar with me at first, as one of my ‘girlfriends’. Officer Shayna Lemley was right behind her.
“Jones,” said Howell, quietly enough that the others wouldn’t hear him. “You can do this.”
I grinned. “Come on, then, ladies. The first round is on me.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 mini table of doom (‘dangerous liaisons’)
Word Count: 309
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “I don’t like it, Jones.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Undercover Ladies
“I don’t like it, Jones,” my partner growled.
Despite my nerves, I couldn’t help smiling at Howell. “I’m the only one who can do this, sir,” I said.
“I know,” he said, still growling a little. “Which is why I’m letting you go. But I don’t have to like it.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t like it, either.”
I really didn’t. There had been three murders in the last three weeks, and all of them with a very clear type: tall, young, fashionable, professional redheads. And the only other redhead in our precinct was Arthur Ranikowsi, who was forty-seven and liked to dress in polyester.
Which meant that I was the one who’d gotten cornered by Marianne from Dispatch’s little sister Marlene the stylist, who somehow wrangled me into an actual outfit, matching shoes and all.
“Stop fidgeting,” snapped Howell, as my fingers wandered toward my curled-within-an-inch-of-its-life hair. But then he tugged a curl over my left ear, where my earwig was hidden. “I’ll be with you the whole time.”
“Yeah, that’ll make seducing the creepy murderer much easier,” I said, but really I was glad.
I wasn’t trained for undercover work, not really, and there was about an even chance of us catching this guy as there was of this going very, very wrong. Pretty much the only reason I’d agreed to it- other than the autopsy photos of the dead girls who looked eerily like me- was knowing that Howell would be backing me up.
“Zeke, you ready?” asked Sergeant Sarah Morrison, who would be going into the bar with me at first, as one of my ‘girlfriends’. Officer Shayna Lemley was right behind her.
“Jones,” said Howell, quietly enough that the others wouldn’t hear him. “You can do this.”
I grinned. “Come on, then, ladies. The first round is on me.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired