Spook_me 2010
Man, I should remember deadlines. Well, here's my first entry for the Halloween fic challenge. Behind the cut for those entirely uninterested in my PSOH fanfic forays.
Perhaps, the good and much vexed Detective thought, as he dodged the giant, razored paw of death, perhaps he should not have goaded D quite so much...
He threw himself, desperately, behind the pepper grinder, his heart pounding as he felt the tremors from the great beast’s thudding paws. Maybe he could have put that last cigarette out before coming in the shop.
The great beast roars, its hot breath coming in waves across the tabletop as Detective Leon Orcot, the manliest man in the LAPD-as far as he was concerned, at least-cowered behind his all too meagre cover, damning his sudden urge to sneeze as the great beast’s lumbering strides made the scattered flakes of pepper bounce higher and higher around him.
And maybe, just maybe he shouldn’t have called D’s cheongsam a dress, again.
A huge paw crashes past, nearly beheading him as the monstrous feline sends the pepper grinder crashing to the floor. And as Leon ran, cursing, across the table and away from the deadly Ms. Whiskers, he wondered, perhaps, if he should have remembered not to eat the very last cake on the plate.
Perhaps, the good and much vexed Detective thought, as he dodged the giant, razored paw of death, perhaps he should not have goaded D quite so much...
He threw himself, desperately, behind the pepper grinder, his heart pounding as he felt the tremors from the great beast’s thudding paws. Maybe he could have put that last cigarette out before coming in the shop.
The great beast roars, its hot breath coming in waves across the tabletop as Detective Leon Orcot, the manliest man in the LAPD-as far as he was concerned, at least-cowered behind his all too meagre cover, damning his sudden urge to sneeze as the great beast’s lumbering strides made the scattered flakes of pepper bounce higher and higher around him.
And maybe, just maybe he shouldn’t have called D’s cheongsam a dress, again.
A huge paw crashes past, nearly beheading him as the monstrous feline sends the pepper grinder crashing to the floor. And as Leon ran, cursing, across the table and away from the deadly Ms. Whiskers, he wondered, perhaps, if he should have remembered not to eat the very last cake on the plate.