PSOH Band Ficlets, Guns N Roses
I'm skipping a couple that I've got on my LJ, but since the last was a tad angsty, this one is not.
Pairing: Leon X D
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Band: Guns 'N' Roses
Guns N Roses
Goddamn it! All to hell!
Why’d he have to pick the one flower shop with a robber in it?
Why’d he have to be unarmed, with no back up?
It pissed the LAPD detective off royally, ‘cause all he wanted this morning was roses, red ones with long stems, for a certain special someone who’d be very surprised.
Why’d he have to get all fucking romantic all the sudden? Look at the trouble it caused!
Being Leon, he dealt with the situation, an impatient twist of the arm bringing the gunman swinging around, off-balance; a fist to the right place dropping the masked offender to his knees before the terrified florist, winded and gasping for breath.
Annoyed, the off-duty detective scornfully kicked the gun away and forced the erstwhile robber’s arms behind his back in a painful pretzel shape, designed to keep the intruder solidly on the ground, helpless.
Impatient and now quite irate, Leon turned sharply to the mild-mannered, balding man in the apron, the shopkeeper who still clutched his shears and some fern fronds in one hand, dumbfounded.
“Call the goddamned station, will you? What are you just standing around for, anyway? Get your but in gear! I’m already late enough as it is, got it? And I want a dozen - no, two dozen - of those red roses in that case there when you’re done with that, tied up nice and pretty with a fucking velvet ribbon or something, stat!”
“S-sir! R-right away, sir! Th-thank you--!” The florist bolted for the back room where the telephone resided, mumbling under his breath at the surly policeman’s request.
“Tell ‘em Orcot said to call in an armed robbery and to get their lazy asses down here right now! I’m not going to wait around, you hear me?! Move it!”
What a rude man! Weren’t policemen supposed to be more polite to the victims of crimes?
The roses must be for his sweetheart, the trembling florist thought, dialing 911with shaking fingers. He must love her awful lot, to buy long-stems on February 14th, the most expensive day of the year!
Still, he’d give the undercover cop all the roses he wanted, free of charge - three dozen at least! - in his best Valentine’s Day red crystal vase, including the complimentary box of chocolates -- all because the large blonde man was a hero to him. Yes, indeed! The man had saved him, after all.
….Even if the policeman was a rude S.O.B….