[Original: Drabble] "Jones & Howell: Philly PD" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Jones & Howell: Philly PD
Prompt: writerverse challenge #23 quick fic #8 (‘as time goes by’ & ‘radio’)
Word Count: 327
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “You know, if this was a cop movie, something interesting would happen about now.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Jones & Howell: Philly PD
Sometimes, our shift seemed to take forever. If time flies when you’re having fun, then it crawls along like a dying slug when you’re not. Of course, my partner didn’t see it that way.
“Jones, sit still,” snapped Howell.
I straightened from where I’d been rummaging around in the space by my feet- I never drove, and my feet didn’t seem to take up as much room as a standard cop’s, so I’d taken to stashing things in the extra space- with a container of bite-sized candies.
“Want one?” I asked. “They’re chocolate-covered coffee beans.”
“You do not need any more caffeine,” he said, then paused. “Milk or dark?”
“Dark, of course,” I said, and put one into the hand he held out. “You know, if this was a cop movie, something interesting would happen about now.”
“By ‘interesting’, I’m going to assume you mean ‘dangerous and unnecessarily complicated’.”
“Well, we’d need an overlying story arc, so yes. But we’d be able to handle it without a scratch because we’re the heroes of the story.”
“Uh-huh,” said Howell, and if he was humoring me like that, he really must have been as bored as I was. “You might have noticed that nothing interesting has happened.”
“Maybe we just need more exposition?” I suggested. “This could be the beginning of the movie, so we have to establish our characters. You know, the young and plucky rookie cop and her stern but good-hearted partner.”
“And clearly we’re now doing a work of fiction,” said Howell.
I ignored that. “Of course, this would be an action movie, so we’d have to get to the crime right away. Which would be exactly when Dispatch would call us with a new case.”
Our car radio stubbornly remained silent.
I poked at it, scowling. “C’mon, nothing?”
We stopped at a red light, and Howell turned to me with a mockingly-sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, Jones. I’m sure there will be a murder soon enough.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired
Prompt: writerverse challenge #23 quick fic #8 (‘as time goes by’ & ‘radio’)
Word Count: 327
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “You know, if this was a cop movie, something interesting would happen about now.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Jones & Howell: Philly PD
Sometimes, our shift seemed to take forever. If time flies when you’re having fun, then it crawls along like a dying slug when you’re not. Of course, my partner didn’t see it that way.
“Jones, sit still,” snapped Howell.
I straightened from where I’d been rummaging around in the space by my feet- I never drove, and my feet didn’t seem to take up as much room as a standard cop’s, so I’d taken to stashing things in the extra space- with a container of bite-sized candies.
“Want one?” I asked. “They’re chocolate-covered coffee beans.”
“You do not need any more caffeine,” he said, then paused. “Milk or dark?”
“Dark, of course,” I said, and put one into the hand he held out. “You know, if this was a cop movie, something interesting would happen about now.”
“By ‘interesting’, I’m going to assume you mean ‘dangerous and unnecessarily complicated’.”
“Well, we’d need an overlying story arc, so yes. But we’d be able to handle it without a scratch because we’re the heroes of the story.”
“Uh-huh,” said Howell, and if he was humoring me like that, he really must have been as bored as I was. “You might have noticed that nothing interesting has happened.”
“Maybe we just need more exposition?” I suggested. “This could be the beginning of the movie, so we have to establish our characters. You know, the young and plucky rookie cop and her stern but good-hearted partner.”
“And clearly we’re now doing a work of fiction,” said Howell.
I ignored that. “Of course, this would be an action movie, so we’d have to get to the crime right away. Which would be exactly when Dispatch would call us with a new case.”
Our car radio stubbornly remained silent.
I poked at it, scowling. “C’mon, nothing?”
We stopped at a red light, and Howell turned to me with a mockingly-sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, Jones. I’m sure there will be a murder soon enough.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired