Fic: ‘Tis the Season: That explains the smell.
Title: ‘Tis the Season: That explains the smell.
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: Any time around Christmas in the last five years.
Summary: Scrooge and Tiny Tim have entered the building.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Y'know y'wanna just smack 'em!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Shane Brennan; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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Callen pauses, looks down beside him. Sam, realising his partner's not alongside, looks back. “What's up G?”
“Nothin',” Callen shakes his head, starts to catch up to his partner who's walking again.
Sam stops. “Don’t lie to me G,” he says. “What's up?”
“I thought I smelled something.” They start walking again. “It wasn't what I wished it was.”
“And that was?”
G holds up police tape and they duck under it. “Peppermint, since you must know.”
“That'd explain why the Charger smells,” Sam comments as they show their badges. “NCIS,” he says to an approaching cop who nods and points over his shoulder. They nod and shift direction slightly.
“The Charger smells?”
“Yeah,” Sam says and nods at the pristine house before them. “I don't think our victim believes in Christmas.”
“Or peppermint,” Callen agrees, looking at the short lawn with cops scattered along the footpath.
“What is your deal with peppermint?”
Callen pauses, pulling on black gloves; Sam does the same. “Makes me think of Christmas,” he explains, pulling open the door. “Doesn't it do the same for you?”
“Nope,” Sam replies. “It just explains why the Charger smells.”
“It does not smell,” Callen answers, looking around. “Bad, anyway.”
“You should clean up after yourself,” Sam looks at the wall, approaches to examine the holes. “In fact,” he adds, running his finger around the hole, “you can do so today.”
“In your dreams.” Callen rolls his eyes. “Scrooge.”
“Tiny Tim.”
“Four shooters?”
“I'd say one but with a backup.”
“I'd say you're right, Scrooge.”
“I heard that.”
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: Any time around Christmas in the last five years.
Summary: Scrooge and Tiny Tim have entered the building.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Y'know y'wanna just smack 'em!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Shane Brennan; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
Callen pauses, looks down beside him. Sam, realising his partner's not alongside, looks back. “What's up G?”
“Nothin',” Callen shakes his head, starts to catch up to his partner who's walking again.
Sam stops. “Don’t lie to me G,” he says. “What's up?”
“I thought I smelled something.” They start walking again. “It wasn't what I wished it was.”
“And that was?”
G holds up police tape and they duck under it. “Peppermint, since you must know.”
“That'd explain why the Charger smells,” Sam comments as they show their badges. “NCIS,” he says to an approaching cop who nods and points over his shoulder. They nod and shift direction slightly.
“The Charger smells?”
“Yeah,” Sam says and nods at the pristine house before them. “I don't think our victim believes in Christmas.”
“Or peppermint,” Callen agrees, looking at the short lawn with cops scattered along the footpath.
“What is your deal with peppermint?”
Callen pauses, pulling on black gloves; Sam does the same. “Makes me think of Christmas,” he explains, pulling open the door. “Doesn't it do the same for you?”
“Nope,” Sam replies. “It just explains why the Charger smells.”
“It does not smell,” Callen answers, looking around. “Bad, anyway.”
“You should clean up after yourself,” Sam looks at the wall, approaches to examine the holes. “In fact,” he adds, running his finger around the hole, “you can do so today.”
“In your dreams.” Callen rolls his eyes. “Scrooge.”
“Tiny Tim.”
“Four shooters?”
“I'd say one but with a backup.”
“I'd say you're right, Scrooge.”
“I heard that.”