Title: Reluctant Partners
Author: kastari
Summary: They would never have chosen each other. How can so wrong be so right?
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Author’s Note: Written for the 24th
ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Alternate universe
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Reluctant Partners
Voiceover: In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In Caprica City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.
~*~
“I just don’t get S&M.”
No one in the squad room could believe Keikeya said it.
Tryol shook his head. “You graduated when?”
“It starts with the tattoos, kid,” Cavil said. “Once you get the ink, it’s just a matter of time before you’re begging to be tied up and spanked.”
“Tattoos are the portal to the sexual dark side,” Fisk added.
Kara Thrace put her left arm around Fisk. Then turning her right arm, she revealed her tat. “You guys finally figured me out, huh?”
Bill Adama laughed.
Captain Saul Tigh entered the squad room. “All right, ladies, listen up. There’s someone I’d like to introduce.” He led her to Adama’s desk.
“Bill Adama, Laura Roslin.”
Bill looked up.
Red hair and green eyes.
She smiled; He didn’t.
“I don’t work well with partners.”
“That’s certainly an understatement. Your last two are dead.”
“Jaffee was ambushed; Cain was…”
“Your fault,” she said. “Or so they say.”
“All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.”
“Well that makes me feel just swell, Peter.”
He was surprised that she knew the literary reference.
“This isn’t Never Land.”
“She snorted. “No shit, Sherlock. So, are you a lost boy or just one who never grew up?”
Adama grunted. “How are you with a gun?”
“I’ve never fired my service revolver.”
“You will.”
Tigh tossed a folder onto Bill’s desk. “You two can start the honeymoon later. This just came in. A little girl has gone missing. Possible parental kidnapping. Her name is Hera Agathon. We’ve got 72 hours.
~*~