FAKE Fic: Fall Weather
Title: Fall Weather
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OFC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee is in a bad mood because of the weather, but he and Ryo still have to do their job, even if they have to get wet doing it.
Word Count: 1492
Written For: Theme Prompt: 112 - Autumn Rain at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“I don’t get why you like the fall so much,” Dee grumbled, staring morosely through the windshield at the drizzling rain. His favourite time of year was summer, with its heat and sunshine, blue skies, and sexy bodies in skimpy clothing. Okay, so summer in New York also brought with it the stink of overripe garbage, and hot weather was better for lazing on a beach than for working in a building with antiquated air conditioning, or chasing suspects through the streets, but you couldn’t have everything.
“What’s not to like about the fall?” Ryo spared his partner a quick glance before turning his attention back to the road ahead. “Cooler temperatures, the trees changing color, the freshness of the air first thing in the morning, the…”
Dee interrupted. “The grey skies, the rain, the fallen leaves goin’ all wet and mushy underfoot.” He’d slipped on wet leaves earlier and landed unceremoniously on his butt, getting the rear of his pants wet, which was at least partly why he was in such a grumpy mood, unlike his relentlessly cheerful partner.
“I was going to say the morning mists, and the crunch of dried leaves underfoot.”
“Yeah? Good luck with gettin’ a crunch outta anything in this weather, ‘cept maybe a broken ankle or wrist.”
“Get out of the wrong side of bed this morning, did you?” Ryo teased his lover. Nothing and nobody was going to dampen his good mood, even if this wasn’t the kind of autumn weather he preferred.
In response, Dee just muttered something under his breath.
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”
“I said, if you’re gonna be so goddamned cheerful I’m gonna drop ya at the side of the road and ya can walk the rest of the way, really get to enjoy the fall weather.”
Ryo snorted. “Maybe it’s escaped your notice, but I’m the one driving so if anyone has to get out and walk it’ll be you. I get the feeling you’re not too keen on that idea though.”
“Why would I be? We’re both gonna be out in the rain soon, and we don’t even have an umbrella. Think I’m gonna take that up with the old badger when we get back to the precinct. All unmarked police vehicles should come equipped with at least one umbrella.”
“Chief Smith would just tell you to get your own.”
“I’ve got one. It’s in my car, which is parked outside your place because I stayed over last night.” They’d driven to work in Ryo’s car. “Where’s yours?”
“At your place. I left it behind last time I was there. Anyway, I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss. It’s only water; a bit of rain won’t hurt your hair.”
“Leave my hair outta this!” Dee snapped.
“Sometimes I just don’t understand you,” Ryo said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah? Well that makes two of us!”
“So you’re saying you don’t understand yourself?”
“What? No!” Dee glared at his partner. “That’s not what I meant. It’s you I don’t understand, and why’re we stoppin’?”
“Because we’ve arrived.”
“Oh.” Dee relaxed. “For a moment there I thought you were seriously gonna make me get out and walk.”
“I am, but if it’s any consolation, I’ll be walking with you.” Ryo unfastened his seatbelt. “Come on; work to do.”
“Damn. Can’t we just stay here in the dry until the rain stops?” With the engine off and the windshield wipers no longer flicking back and forth, Dee dismally watched raindrops chasing each other down the glass.
“What makes you think it’s going to stop? It might get worse.”
“Thought you were supposed to be cheerin’ me up, not makin’ me more depressed! Y’know, we should’a stopped somewhere and bought an umbrella. Least that way we could keep mostly dry.”
Ryo wasn’t listening, he was already out of the car. “Are you coming or not?”
Dee was seriously tempted to stay put, but they were supposed to be canvassing for witness to a homicide, something no cop with any sense would do on their own, especially in a neighbourhood like this one. There was a reason cops worked in pairs; they were each other’s backup in case of trouble. Scowling up at the sky, he slid from the passenger seat and shut the door. A raindrop hit him right in the eye.
“Fuck it!”
“You can’t intimidate the clouds by glaring sat them.”
“Smartass.” Dee glared at his partner instead.
Ryo smirked at him. “I’m not intimidated either; I know you too well. Save it for when we find the murderer.”
“If we ever do. Can’t see anyone around here tellin’ us anything. Safer to keep their suspicions to themselves; probably live longer that way.”
“You sound like Drake. I never knew pessimism was contagious.”
“Funny.” Sarcasm dripped from Dee’s voice. “C’mon, let’s get movin’. We’re gettin’ wet just standin’ here.”
“You’re the one who’s dawdling,” Ryo threw back over his shoulder as he started up the nearest stoop.
By the time they left the first tenement the rain was coming down harder, and Dee broke into a run, leading the way to the next building on the block, eager to get inside. Just like in the first building they’d canvassed, of the people who happened to be home and answering their doors, no one living in the first-floor apartments had seen or heard anything. The two detectives still had water dripping from their hair and down inside their collars when they made their way up the stairs to the second floor, knocked on the first door they came to, and identified themselves as police detectives.
After a few minutes of shuffling sounds and the clanking of various deadbolts being unfastened, the door opened, revealing an elderly lady. She peered up at them owlishly through her spectacles.
“Oh my. Is it raining?”
“Just a bit.” Ryo smiled at her as he showed her his badge. “I’m Detective Maclean, and this is my partner, Detective Laytner. If you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some questions about a violent assault that took place across the street yesterday evening.”
“Ask away, detectives; I doubt I can be of any help though. I don’t see too well these days, especially after dark.”
As predicted, the woman, Mrs Moreno, couldn’t tell them anything, but as they were leaving she offered them something. “You boys look like you could use an umbrella.” She reached for the stick stand just inside her door, pulling something from it. “Here, take this one.”
Ryo thanked her. “That’s very generous of you, Mrs Moreno. We’ll make sure to return it to you before we leave.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that; it’s not mine, I’ve got a nice, cheery yellow one. My daughter gave it to me, she knows yellow is my favourite color. No, I found this one sticking out of one of the bins this morning when I took my trash out. It’s shocking the things people throw away these days. It’s perfectly fine, so you might as well have it and make use of it. You could both catch nasty colds, getting your hair all wet like that!”
Dee accepted the umbrella. “Where exactly did you find it?”
Mrs Moreno explained, and thanking her again, the two detectives left.
Pausing on the half-landing between floors, Dee held up the umbrella, the sharply pointed tip of which was smeared with something dark red and sticky. There appeared to be several hairs stuck to it.
Ryo pulled an evidence bag from his pocket. It wasn’t big enough for the whole umbrella, but at least it would keep the rain from washing away the congealed blood. “That was a stroke of luck,” he commented as he secured the bag.
“You think this is lucky? It’s pourin’ with rain, but even when we get handed an umbrella, we can’t use it ‘cause it could be the frickin’ murder weapon!”
“Look on the bright side, Dee; now we have a potential lead. We’ll have to come back and take Mrs Moreno’s fingerprints later, but any prints that aren’t hers could belong to the murderer. That’s a pretty good afternoon’s work, don’t you think? Once we stow this umbrella safely in the car, we can secure the bins where Mrs Moreno found it, and get a crime scene team out here to collect them.”
“And until they get here, we’ll be stuck standin’ out in the rain, gettin’ even wetter than we already are.” Dee started down the stairs again, tugging the collar of his coat up higher, for all the good that would do. “I really hate fall weather.”
Carrying the umbrella, Ryo followed. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.”
Dee scowled back over his shoulder. “Up yours!”
“Not right now. Lighten up; we might have just cracked this case wide open, all because it’s raining and neither of us has an umbrella. Fate works in mysterious ways.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OFC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee is in a bad mood because of the weather, but he and Ryo still have to do their job, even if they have to get wet doing it.
Word Count: 1492
Written For: Theme Prompt: 112 - Autumn Rain at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“I don’t get why you like the fall so much,” Dee grumbled, staring morosely through the windshield at the drizzling rain. His favourite time of year was summer, with its heat and sunshine, blue skies, and sexy bodies in skimpy clothing. Okay, so summer in New York also brought with it the stink of overripe garbage, and hot weather was better for lazing on a beach than for working in a building with antiquated air conditioning, or chasing suspects through the streets, but you couldn’t have everything.
“What’s not to like about the fall?” Ryo spared his partner a quick glance before turning his attention back to the road ahead. “Cooler temperatures, the trees changing color, the freshness of the air first thing in the morning, the…”
Dee interrupted. “The grey skies, the rain, the fallen leaves goin’ all wet and mushy underfoot.” He’d slipped on wet leaves earlier and landed unceremoniously on his butt, getting the rear of his pants wet, which was at least partly why he was in such a grumpy mood, unlike his relentlessly cheerful partner.
“I was going to say the morning mists, and the crunch of dried leaves underfoot.”
“Yeah? Good luck with gettin’ a crunch outta anything in this weather, ‘cept maybe a broken ankle or wrist.”
“Get out of the wrong side of bed this morning, did you?” Ryo teased his lover. Nothing and nobody was going to dampen his good mood, even if this wasn’t the kind of autumn weather he preferred.
In response, Dee just muttered something under his breath.
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”
“I said, if you’re gonna be so goddamned cheerful I’m gonna drop ya at the side of the road and ya can walk the rest of the way, really get to enjoy the fall weather.”
Ryo snorted. “Maybe it’s escaped your notice, but I’m the one driving so if anyone has to get out and walk it’ll be you. I get the feeling you’re not too keen on that idea though.”
“Why would I be? We’re both gonna be out in the rain soon, and we don’t even have an umbrella. Think I’m gonna take that up with the old badger when we get back to the precinct. All unmarked police vehicles should come equipped with at least one umbrella.”
“Chief Smith would just tell you to get your own.”
“I’ve got one. It’s in my car, which is parked outside your place because I stayed over last night.” They’d driven to work in Ryo’s car. “Where’s yours?”
“At your place. I left it behind last time I was there. Anyway, I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss. It’s only water; a bit of rain won’t hurt your hair.”
“Leave my hair outta this!” Dee snapped.
“Sometimes I just don’t understand you,” Ryo said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah? Well that makes two of us!”
“So you’re saying you don’t understand yourself?”
“What? No!” Dee glared at his partner. “That’s not what I meant. It’s you I don’t understand, and why’re we stoppin’?”
“Because we’ve arrived.”
“Oh.” Dee relaxed. “For a moment there I thought you were seriously gonna make me get out and walk.”
“I am, but if it’s any consolation, I’ll be walking with you.” Ryo unfastened his seatbelt. “Come on; work to do.”
“Damn. Can’t we just stay here in the dry until the rain stops?” With the engine off and the windshield wipers no longer flicking back and forth, Dee dismally watched raindrops chasing each other down the glass.
“What makes you think it’s going to stop? It might get worse.”
“Thought you were supposed to be cheerin’ me up, not makin’ me more depressed! Y’know, we should’a stopped somewhere and bought an umbrella. Least that way we could keep mostly dry.”
Ryo wasn’t listening, he was already out of the car. “Are you coming or not?”
Dee was seriously tempted to stay put, but they were supposed to be canvassing for witness to a homicide, something no cop with any sense would do on their own, especially in a neighbourhood like this one. There was a reason cops worked in pairs; they were each other’s backup in case of trouble. Scowling up at the sky, he slid from the passenger seat and shut the door. A raindrop hit him right in the eye.
“Fuck it!”
“You can’t intimidate the clouds by glaring sat them.”
“Smartass.” Dee glared at his partner instead.
Ryo smirked at him. “I’m not intimidated either; I know you too well. Save it for when we find the murderer.”
“If we ever do. Can’t see anyone around here tellin’ us anything. Safer to keep their suspicions to themselves; probably live longer that way.”
“You sound like Drake. I never knew pessimism was contagious.”
“Funny.” Sarcasm dripped from Dee’s voice. “C’mon, let’s get movin’. We’re gettin’ wet just standin’ here.”
“You’re the one who’s dawdling,” Ryo threw back over his shoulder as he started up the nearest stoop.
By the time they left the first tenement the rain was coming down harder, and Dee broke into a run, leading the way to the next building on the block, eager to get inside. Just like in the first building they’d canvassed, of the people who happened to be home and answering their doors, no one living in the first-floor apartments had seen or heard anything. The two detectives still had water dripping from their hair and down inside their collars when they made their way up the stairs to the second floor, knocked on the first door they came to, and identified themselves as police detectives.
After a few minutes of shuffling sounds and the clanking of various deadbolts being unfastened, the door opened, revealing an elderly lady. She peered up at them owlishly through her spectacles.
“Oh my. Is it raining?”
“Just a bit.” Ryo smiled at her as he showed her his badge. “I’m Detective Maclean, and this is my partner, Detective Laytner. If you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some questions about a violent assault that took place across the street yesterday evening.”
“Ask away, detectives; I doubt I can be of any help though. I don’t see too well these days, especially after dark.”
As predicted, the woman, Mrs Moreno, couldn’t tell them anything, but as they were leaving she offered them something. “You boys look like you could use an umbrella.” She reached for the stick stand just inside her door, pulling something from it. “Here, take this one.”
Ryo thanked her. “That’s very generous of you, Mrs Moreno. We’ll make sure to return it to you before we leave.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that; it’s not mine, I’ve got a nice, cheery yellow one. My daughter gave it to me, she knows yellow is my favourite color. No, I found this one sticking out of one of the bins this morning when I took my trash out. It’s shocking the things people throw away these days. It’s perfectly fine, so you might as well have it and make use of it. You could both catch nasty colds, getting your hair all wet like that!”
Dee accepted the umbrella. “Where exactly did you find it?”
Mrs Moreno explained, and thanking her again, the two detectives left.
Pausing on the half-landing between floors, Dee held up the umbrella, the sharply pointed tip of which was smeared with something dark red and sticky. There appeared to be several hairs stuck to it.
Ryo pulled an evidence bag from his pocket. It wasn’t big enough for the whole umbrella, but at least it would keep the rain from washing away the congealed blood. “That was a stroke of luck,” he commented as he secured the bag.
“You think this is lucky? It’s pourin’ with rain, but even when we get handed an umbrella, we can’t use it ‘cause it could be the frickin’ murder weapon!”
“Look on the bright side, Dee; now we have a potential lead. We’ll have to come back and take Mrs Moreno’s fingerprints later, but any prints that aren’t hers could belong to the murderer. That’s a pretty good afternoon’s work, don’t you think? Once we stow this umbrella safely in the car, we can secure the bins where Mrs Moreno found it, and get a crime scene team out here to collect them.”
“And until they get here, we’ll be stuck standin’ out in the rain, gettin’ even wetter than we already are.” Dee started down the stairs again, tugging the collar of his coat up higher, for all the good that would do. “I really hate fall weather.”
Carrying the umbrella, Ryo followed. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.”
Dee scowled back over his shoulder. “Up yours!”
“Not right now. Lighten up; we might have just cracked this case wide open, all because it’s raining and neither of us has an umbrella. Fate works in mysterious ways.”
The End