FF: Waking the Suburbanites # 1
Fandoms: Murder in Suburbia / Waking the Dead
Pairings: Ash/Scribbs & Eve/Stella
A/N: In an attempt to cure my writer's block I started writing this little piece of crossover fluff. I've no idea if it'll go anywhere but I kind of like the idea of these two very different shows existing in the same universe.
Boyd and his team stormed through the doors of Middleford CID, an air of urgent depression following in their wake. In the three minutes since he'd left the confines of his vehicle, Boyd had managed to shout at two uniformed officers, a suspected car thief and a poor, frightened old woman who'd come to report her pet parakeet stolen.
"Boyd, you nearly gave that poor woman a heart attack," Grace chastised. "There is no need to go around -"
"Grace!" The single word reverberated across the whole of CID and, before Boyd could add anything more, a pair of harried looking detectives rushed up to meet the intruders.
"You must be Superintendent Boyd," said Ash, extending her hand and lowering her voice, both in an effort to impress the imposing looking man. "I'm Detective Inspector Ashurst." Scribbs elbowed her, none too gently, in the side. "And this is Detective Sergeant Scribbins."
"Love the suit," Scribbs chimed in, before turning to shake hands with the rest of the team. "We didn't know there'd be so many of you," she prattled on, "I do hope we've got enough chairs."
"I was expecting a DCI Sullivan?" Boyd tried his hardest to modulate his tone but the happily grinning blonde was starting to unnerve him. "Is he here?"
"Unfortunately not." Ash turned on her heels, desperate not to have to explain Sullivan's absence, and quickly started to lead them in the direction of the briefing room. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to the room we've set aside for you while you're here."
Scribbs lingered slightly behind her partner so that she could speak with the younger members of Boyd's team. "He's playing squash with the Chief Constable," she divulged, prompting a smile from Stella and a backwards glare from Boyd.
"You are familiar with the case?" Stella asked.
Scribbs pointed towards her partner. "Ash worked the case when she was a DS but this is the first I've heard of it." Her hand rested, casually, against Stella's arm. "I love your accent."
The colour rose in Stella's cheeks until they were almost the same shade as her hair, prompting an indulgent smile from Eve and a friendly shove from Spence.
"Scribbs, if you've quite finished?" Ash scowled.
The newcomers filed into the briefing room with Scribbs and, a still scowling, Ash following after. The seven of them easily filling the room beyond its capacity.
"What have you got for us?" Boyd asked, his modulated tones a warning, to those who knew him, that he was about to blow his top.
"Tea? Coffee?"
"The original files are over there," Ash interrupted, pointing to a large box near to where Spencer was sitting. "They include all the witness statements and copies of the pathologist's report."
"What physical evidence do you have?" Eve questioned.
Ash and Scribbs exchanged looks.
"We've got photos," Scribbs offered, "and diagrams."
Eve waited. "What else?"
"Ah, well, that's where we run into a little bit of a snag." Scribbs tried smiling her way out of trouble but even the less volatile members of the other team appeared ready to commit bodily harm. "There was a fire at the storage facility and most of the evidence was destroyed."
"Destroyed!" Boyd leant, arms splayed, against the desk, the full force of his fury aimed at the two Middleford detectives. "Are you telling me that we've been dragged all the way to the back end of nowhere and you haven't even got any evidence?" Spittle began to collect at the corners of his mouth. "What sort of incompetents are you?"
Ash lowered her head, apparently in defeat, but the second she looked up and locked eyes with Boyd, Scribbs knew they were in for a good show.
"Firstly, this is not the 'back end of nowhere', this is suburbia, and admittedly we might lack our fair share of bellowing apes but that doesn't mean we're any less important than you silk suited sods in London." Grace held back a smile and quickly revised her opinion of the fuming inspector. "Secondly, we didn't drag you all the way down here, you practically offered to have sex with the DCI in order to wangle an invitation."
"He'd have liked that," Scribbs confided to Stella.
"And lastly, if you don't want to stay, leave."
The room descended into silence as each of the observers turned to see exactly what Boyd's reaction would be to the unaccustomed lecture. The memory of shouting matches past, not to mention the occasional suspect with a bloody nose, had them all on edge and ready, at a moment's notice, to jump to the inspector's aid and stop world war three from erupting.
Boyd looked lost for words and, as usual, turned to Grace for assistance. "Grace?"
"I think what Boyd meant is that it is going to be rather difficult for us to form an opinion without access to the original data."
"That's not -" he started to interrupt.
"But that we realise it's not your fault and would value any assistance you could provide," Grace finished.
Scribbs thought it was her turn to act as go-between. "Do you want to see the murder scene?"
TBC
Pairings: Ash/Scribbs & Eve/Stella
A/N: In an attempt to cure my writer's block I started writing this little piece of crossover fluff. I've no idea if it'll go anywhere but I kind of like the idea of these two very different shows existing in the same universe.
Boyd and his team stormed through the doors of Middleford CID, an air of urgent depression following in their wake. In the three minutes since he'd left the confines of his vehicle, Boyd had managed to shout at two uniformed officers, a suspected car thief and a poor, frightened old woman who'd come to report her pet parakeet stolen.
"Boyd, you nearly gave that poor woman a heart attack," Grace chastised. "There is no need to go around -"
"Grace!" The single word reverberated across the whole of CID and, before Boyd could add anything more, a pair of harried looking detectives rushed up to meet the intruders.
"You must be Superintendent Boyd," said Ash, extending her hand and lowering her voice, both in an effort to impress the imposing looking man. "I'm Detective Inspector Ashurst." Scribbs elbowed her, none too gently, in the side. "And this is Detective Sergeant Scribbins."
"Love the suit," Scribbs chimed in, before turning to shake hands with the rest of the team. "We didn't know there'd be so many of you," she prattled on, "I do hope we've got enough chairs."
"I was expecting a DCI Sullivan?" Boyd tried his hardest to modulate his tone but the happily grinning blonde was starting to unnerve him. "Is he here?"
"Unfortunately not." Ash turned on her heels, desperate not to have to explain Sullivan's absence, and quickly started to lead them in the direction of the briefing room. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to the room we've set aside for you while you're here."
Scribbs lingered slightly behind her partner so that she could speak with the younger members of Boyd's team. "He's playing squash with the Chief Constable," she divulged, prompting a smile from Stella and a backwards glare from Boyd.
"You are familiar with the case?" Stella asked.
Scribbs pointed towards her partner. "Ash worked the case when she was a DS but this is the first I've heard of it." Her hand rested, casually, against Stella's arm. "I love your accent."
The colour rose in Stella's cheeks until they were almost the same shade as her hair, prompting an indulgent smile from Eve and a friendly shove from Spence.
"Scribbs, if you've quite finished?" Ash scowled.
The newcomers filed into the briefing room with Scribbs and, a still scowling, Ash following after. The seven of them easily filling the room beyond its capacity.
"What have you got for us?" Boyd asked, his modulated tones a warning, to those who knew him, that he was about to blow his top.
"Tea? Coffee?"
"The original files are over there," Ash interrupted, pointing to a large box near to where Spencer was sitting. "They include all the witness statements and copies of the pathologist's report."
"What physical evidence do you have?" Eve questioned.
Ash and Scribbs exchanged looks.
"We've got photos," Scribbs offered, "and diagrams."
Eve waited. "What else?"
"Ah, well, that's where we run into a little bit of a snag." Scribbs tried smiling her way out of trouble but even the less volatile members of the other team appeared ready to commit bodily harm. "There was a fire at the storage facility and most of the evidence was destroyed."
"Destroyed!" Boyd leant, arms splayed, against the desk, the full force of his fury aimed at the two Middleford detectives. "Are you telling me that we've been dragged all the way to the back end of nowhere and you haven't even got any evidence?" Spittle began to collect at the corners of his mouth. "What sort of incompetents are you?"
Ash lowered her head, apparently in defeat, but the second she looked up and locked eyes with Boyd, Scribbs knew they were in for a good show.
"Firstly, this is not the 'back end of nowhere', this is suburbia, and admittedly we might lack our fair share of bellowing apes but that doesn't mean we're any less important than you silk suited sods in London." Grace held back a smile and quickly revised her opinion of the fuming inspector. "Secondly, we didn't drag you all the way down here, you practically offered to have sex with the DCI in order to wangle an invitation."
"He'd have liked that," Scribbs confided to Stella.
"And lastly, if you don't want to stay, leave."
The room descended into silence as each of the observers turned to see exactly what Boyd's reaction would be to the unaccustomed lecture. The memory of shouting matches past, not to mention the occasional suspect with a bloody nose, had them all on edge and ready, at a moment's notice, to jump to the inspector's aid and stop world war three from erupting.
Boyd looked lost for words and, as usual, turned to Grace for assistance. "Grace?"
"I think what Boyd meant is that it is going to be rather difficult for us to form an opinion without access to the original data."
"That's not -" he started to interrupt.
"But that we realise it's not your fault and would value any assistance you could provide," Grace finished.
Scribbs thought it was her turn to act as go-between. "Do you want to see the murder scene?"
TBC