[Original: Drabble] "Noted" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Noted
Prompt: writerverse challenge #03 march mini table of doom, prompt #18 ‘taking notes’
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke finds something when she cleans out her locker.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Noted
A pipe burst somewhere in the walls of the precinct basement, and everyone was ordered to clean out their lockers. Apparently, it wasn’t a big leak, but maintenance needed to make sure that there was no standing water, or bug infestation, or something, because they needed absolutely everything out of the locker room for an entire forty-eight hours.
Howell and I went down after our shift, and I popped open my locker, peering inside.
I hadn’t realized how much junk I’d accumulated since starting as a full-time cop- rookies were assigned temporary lockers, in case we washed out- and I just stared at it for a moment. My gym bag was probably big enough to hold all my junk, so I pulled it out of the bottom and started piling my spare uniforms inside. There were a few crumpled memos, half a package of cough drops, three dirty tissues (mine, I hoped), and a battered paper notebook.
I opened the book, scanned a few pages, and let out a soft laugh.
“Hey, sir, look at this,” I called, to where Howell was neatly packing his neatly-folded spare uniforms into a cardboard box.
My partner finished settling his neatly-stacked file folders on top of the uniforms and came over. “Don’t tell me that’s your homework, Jones,” he said dryly.
I grinned. “Better, sir. Look!”
Howell took the notebook and opened it. I watched him read for a moment, then one side of his mouth quirked up, just a tiny bit. “You were taking notes,” he said, then paused, “These are a mess.”
“What else did you expect, sir?” I asked, smiling.
“Not a thing, Jones.”
THE END
Current Mood:
gloomy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #03 march mini table of doom, prompt #18 ‘taking notes’
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke finds something when she cleans out her locker.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Noted
A pipe burst somewhere in the walls of the precinct basement, and everyone was ordered to clean out their lockers. Apparently, it wasn’t a big leak, but maintenance needed to make sure that there was no standing water, or bug infestation, or something, because they needed absolutely everything out of the locker room for an entire forty-eight hours.
Howell and I went down after our shift, and I popped open my locker, peering inside.
I hadn’t realized how much junk I’d accumulated since starting as a full-time cop- rookies were assigned temporary lockers, in case we washed out- and I just stared at it for a moment. My gym bag was probably big enough to hold all my junk, so I pulled it out of the bottom and started piling my spare uniforms inside. There were a few crumpled memos, half a package of cough drops, three dirty tissues (mine, I hoped), and a battered paper notebook.
I opened the book, scanned a few pages, and let out a soft laugh.
“Hey, sir, look at this,” I called, to where Howell was neatly packing his neatly-folded spare uniforms into a cardboard box.
My partner finished settling his neatly-stacked file folders on top of the uniforms and came over. “Don’t tell me that’s your homework, Jones,” he said dryly.
I grinned. “Better, sir. Look!”
Howell took the notebook and opened it. I watched him read for a moment, then one side of his mouth quirked up, just a tiny bit. “You were taking notes,” he said, then paused, “These are a mess.”
“What else did you expect, sir?” I asked, smiling.
“Not a thing, Jones.”
THE END
Current Mood:
gloomy