[Original: Drabble] "Internal Temperature" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Internal Temperature
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Heat Wave (Nikki Heat #1, by Richard Castle)
Word Count: 301
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: It’s a hot night in Philadelphia, even inside the precinct building.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Internal Temperature
“How are you not melting?” asked Officer Wu, leaning both elbows on her desk and resting her head in her hands to look at me across the mostly-empty squad room.
Wu was on light duty until her sprained ankle healed up and she was using the time to go through some cold case files. I was on desk duty while Howell was teaching a few refresher classes to the new class of Academy kids- he’d specifically told me not to come.
I looked up at her, frowning. The AC at the precinct wasn’t the best, sure, but it was working pretty steadily, despite the higher-than-seasonal temperatures outside, even at night.
“Huh?” I asked, eloquently.
“Melting,” Wu repeated. “As in, why are you not? It’s, like, a hundred degrees in here, and you’re wearing a sweater!”
It was only about eighty degrees, at the very most, but I was wearing a sweater. “It’s not that hot.”
She gave me an incredulous look. “This is the worst heat wave we’ve had in decades,” Wu said. “Is it some kind of zen thing? Mind over matter? Can you teach me?”
I laughed. “Sorry, Wu,” I said and meant it, because she did look overheated. “I’m just cold-blooded, I guess. Just wait until it starts snowing, I’ll be miserable.”
“I guess that’s fair,” she said, smiling back.
“Hello, ladies,” said Wu’s partner, Melling, with Howell right behind him. “It’s break time, and we thought we’d share.”
He carried a cardboard drink carrier loaded with iced coffees, and I came over to take one, gratefully. “Thanks.”
Howell set a box on Melling’s desk, where everyone could reach. “Toasted coconut is yours, Jones,” he said.
I took my doughnut, grinning. “You’re the best, sir,” but Wu moaned, theatrically.
“Don’t say ‘toasted’,” she said, and we all laughed.
THE END
Current Mood:
hopeful
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Heat Wave (Nikki Heat #1, by Richard Castle)
Word Count: 301
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: It’s a hot night in Philadelphia, even inside the precinct building.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Internal Temperature
“How are you not melting?” asked Officer Wu, leaning both elbows on her desk and resting her head in her hands to look at me across the mostly-empty squad room.
Wu was on light duty until her sprained ankle healed up and she was using the time to go through some cold case files. I was on desk duty while Howell was teaching a few refresher classes to the new class of Academy kids- he’d specifically told me not to come.
I looked up at her, frowning. The AC at the precinct wasn’t the best, sure, but it was working pretty steadily, despite the higher-than-seasonal temperatures outside, even at night.
“Huh?” I asked, eloquently.
“Melting,” Wu repeated. “As in, why are you not? It’s, like, a hundred degrees in here, and you’re wearing a sweater!”
It was only about eighty degrees, at the very most, but I was wearing a sweater. “It’s not that hot.”
She gave me an incredulous look. “This is the worst heat wave we’ve had in decades,” Wu said. “Is it some kind of zen thing? Mind over matter? Can you teach me?”
I laughed. “Sorry, Wu,” I said and meant it, because she did look overheated. “I’m just cold-blooded, I guess. Just wait until it starts snowing, I’ll be miserable.”
“I guess that’s fair,” she said, smiling back.
“Hello, ladies,” said Wu’s partner, Melling, with Howell right behind him. “It’s break time, and we thought we’d share.”
He carried a cardboard drink carrier loaded with iced coffees, and I came over to take one, gratefully. “Thanks.”
Howell set a box on Melling’s desk, where everyone could reach. “Toasted coconut is yours, Jones,” he said.
I took my doughnut, grinning. “You’re the best, sir,” but Wu moaned, theatrically.
“Don’t say ‘toasted’,” she said, and we all laughed.
THE END
Current Mood:
hopeful