[Original: Drabble] "Downstairs" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Downstairs
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #18 ‘the long way down’
Word Count: 316
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell can’t take the elevator.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Downstairs
Most people probably enjoyed visiting swanky high-rise hotels, but I imagine it holds more appeal when you haven’t been called to babysit a bunch of crime techs scouring a none-too-clean room for evidence. Not that it was the techs’ fault- I liked most of them, actually. They seemed to have accepted me as a fellow nerd, and we got along pretty well at crime scenes.
But collecting evidence took a long time, and at four-thirty in the morning on the seventy-fifth floor, there really wasn’t too much for us cops to do until they were done.
“Hey, Zeke?” said one of the techs, Rothschild. He was about my age, and really skinny. “Can you give us a hand with our kits?”
“Sure,” I said, smirking.
If most of the CSU guys were friendly with me, even more of them seemed nervous around Howell. It wasn’t likely that I could haul more than Rothschild, or his partner for this case, Choi, who was barely five feet tall, but none of them ever approached Howell directly.
Rothschild and Choi moved their gear into the hallway so Howell and I could secure the scene, scrawling our names across the door seal to mark that we’d been the last ones inside. I took one of the larger cases- being a vampire didn’t give me anything as cool as super strength, but I was pretty fit and I hadn’t been crawling around on my hands and knees for the last two hours. Howell picked up two, because he was both polite and in better shape than the rest of us put together, and we headed for the elevator.
Which didn’t work.
“Out of order?” Rothschild whined.
“Back in my day, elevators were called stairs,” said Howell.
“Elevators were invented in, like, two hundred B.C., sir,” I told him, but he just arched an eyebrow at me and headed for the stairwell.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #18 ‘the long way down’
Word Count: 316
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell can’t take the elevator.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Downstairs
Most people probably enjoyed visiting swanky high-rise hotels, but I imagine it holds more appeal when you haven’t been called to babysit a bunch of crime techs scouring a none-too-clean room for evidence. Not that it was the techs’ fault- I liked most of them, actually. They seemed to have accepted me as a fellow nerd, and we got along pretty well at crime scenes.
But collecting evidence took a long time, and at four-thirty in the morning on the seventy-fifth floor, there really wasn’t too much for us cops to do until they were done.
“Hey, Zeke?” said one of the techs, Rothschild. He was about my age, and really skinny. “Can you give us a hand with our kits?”
“Sure,” I said, smirking.
If most of the CSU guys were friendly with me, even more of them seemed nervous around Howell. It wasn’t likely that I could haul more than Rothschild, or his partner for this case, Choi, who was barely five feet tall, but none of them ever approached Howell directly.
Rothschild and Choi moved their gear into the hallway so Howell and I could secure the scene, scrawling our names across the door seal to mark that we’d been the last ones inside. I took one of the larger cases- being a vampire didn’t give me anything as cool as super strength, but I was pretty fit and I hadn’t been crawling around on my hands and knees for the last two hours. Howell picked up two, because he was both polite and in better shape than the rest of us put together, and we headed for the elevator.
Which didn’t work.
“Out of order?” Rothschild whined.
“Back in my day, elevators were called stairs,” said Howell.
“Elevators were invented in, like, two hundred B.C., sir,” I told him, but he just arched an eyebrow at me and headed for the stairwell.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow