Non-challenge: A Policeman's Tale (Day 15)
Title: A Policeman's Tale (Day 15)
Author:
ytak
Word count: 602
Rating: K (G)
Comments: Plunnies went on vacation and left this chapter half done. And the switching between "Sato" and "Miwako" is intentional. No one makes an immediate change in how they call some one.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14
Day 15
Takagi sat down wearily on a bench. Next to him were two other weary shoppers, taking care of last minute gifts. His own purchases were limited.
One bag contained a gold wrapped box of Godiva chocolates. Another bag had a gift certificate for a foot massage at a spa. More than once, he overheard Sato and some of the other female officers complaining about how their shoes made their feet hurt.
Tucked safely away was an invitation to dinner at one of the nicer (but not stuffy) restaurants in the area.
He rolled his head and felt his neck pop. Sighing, he considered the still standing problem of how to give Sato the gifts. A night's sleep provided no further insight.
Pulling his cell phone out of his coat pocket, he typed in a number but did not push the call button.
I still can do something else, can't I? he asked himself. I don't have to call her for advice do I? Takagi sat for a few more minutes watching the crowd. Glancing down at the now dark screen, he pressed the call end button a few times, clearing out the number. There's still time to figure out how to give Miwako-san the presents. There is no need to call Yumi-san. I hope, he added ruefully. Takagi stood up and began to march across the shopping district. It was time to go home and formulate a plan.
When he arrived back at his apartment, he was no closer to a solution than before. He sat down in his tiny kitchen and dropped his head to the table with a satisfying (and somewhat painful) 'thunk.'
“Calling Yumi-san for advice would be worse than just walking into office during the day shift and announcing my plans.” He sighed, “But because she's the center of the rumor mill, she knows everything. She would have the best advice and probably would help me out but I'm sure she'll have some price that I'll regret. What to do?”
He jolted upright when an idea came to him. With a grin, he grabbed some nice stationary and started writing. It took him a few tries (he mentally cursed himself for wasting his good paper) until the message was just the way he wanted it to sound.
Carefully, he placed the gifts in pretty bag and tied them shut. He felt embarrassed at his attempt to make the pretty curls with the ribbon but knew that it was going to be the best he could manage under the circumstances.
Takagi hoped she would not be offended by his... delivery but he really wanted to be circumspect in her the gifts. Aside from the trouble he would get, Yumi and the other women on the force would make life interesting for Sato.
He felt a little guilty that he was going to give Miwako her gifts during her shift but what was life with out a little subterfuge? He grinned in spite of his guilt, She will probably be amused to receive a letter through the official office correspondence. And we both have legitimate reasons to send stuff through it all the time.
Takagi dove into the papers he brought from work and came up with an only slightly crumpled envelope. He grinned. It was one of the regular ones that circulated at work. It would not take any work at all to send it off.
Takagi felt good about his plan. Mentally, he crossed his fingers and offered up prayers to any deity listening to give him a break and let him pull it off.
Author:
ytak
Word count: 602
Rating: K (G)
Comments: Plunnies went on vacation and left this chapter half done. And the switching between "Sato" and "Miwako" is intentional. No one makes an immediate change in how they call some one.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14
Day 15
Takagi sat down wearily on a bench. Next to him were two other weary shoppers, taking care of last minute gifts. His own purchases were limited.
One bag contained a gold wrapped box of Godiva chocolates. Another bag had a gift certificate for a foot massage at a spa. More than once, he overheard Sato and some of the other female officers complaining about how their shoes made their feet hurt.
Tucked safely away was an invitation to dinner at one of the nicer (but not stuffy) restaurants in the area.
He rolled his head and felt his neck pop. Sighing, he considered the still standing problem of how to give Sato the gifts. A night's sleep provided no further insight.
Pulling his cell phone out of his coat pocket, he typed in a number but did not push the call button.
I still can do something else, can't I? he asked himself. I don't have to call her for advice do I? Takagi sat for a few more minutes watching the crowd. Glancing down at the now dark screen, he pressed the call end button a few times, clearing out the number. There's still time to figure out how to give Miwako-san the presents. There is no need to call Yumi-san. I hope, he added ruefully. Takagi stood up and began to march across the shopping district. It was time to go home and formulate a plan.
When he arrived back at his apartment, he was no closer to a solution than before. He sat down in his tiny kitchen and dropped his head to the table with a satisfying (and somewhat painful) 'thunk.'
“Calling Yumi-san for advice would be worse than just walking into office during the day shift and announcing my plans.” He sighed, “But because she's the center of the rumor mill, she knows everything. She would have the best advice and probably would help me out but I'm sure she'll have some price that I'll regret. What to do?”
He jolted upright when an idea came to him. With a grin, he grabbed some nice stationary and started writing. It took him a few tries (he mentally cursed himself for wasting his good paper) until the message was just the way he wanted it to sound.
Carefully, he placed the gifts in pretty bag and tied them shut. He felt embarrassed at his attempt to make the pretty curls with the ribbon but knew that it was going to be the best he could manage under the circumstances.
Takagi hoped she would not be offended by his... delivery but he really wanted to be circumspect in her the gifts. Aside from the trouble he would get, Yumi and the other women on the force would make life interesting for Sato.
He felt a little guilty that he was going to give Miwako her gifts during her shift but what was life with out a little subterfuge? He grinned in spite of his guilt, She will probably be amused to receive a letter through the official office correspondence. And we both have legitimate reasons to send stuff through it all the time.
Takagi dove into the papers he brought from work and came up with an only slightly crumpled envelope. He grinned. It was one of the regular ones that circulated at work. It would not take any work at all to send it off.
Takagi felt good about his plan. Mentally, he crossed his fingers and offered up prayers to any deity listening to give him a break and let him pull it off.