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- I will post a drabble (drabble meaning a short fic of 100 words exactly)
- The next person to play will write another drabble starting with the last word of the drabble I post
- The next person after that must start their drabble with the last word of the previous one
- ...and so on and so on
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“Not sure. I think one of the PCs brought it in.”
“And stuck it up in the middle of the squadroom?” James shudders. “It’s completely unprofessional, sir.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Lewis smirks. “Makes the place look a bit more festive, doesn’t it?”
“If it were considered absolutely necessary to make the place look festive,” James says, lips curling in distaste, “wouldn’t a sprig of holly do just as well?”
“You’re just worried Rajitha will catch you under it and pounce.” Lewis’s grin widens. “Cheer up - maybe you’ll get to snog Hooper instead.”
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James is definitely one to do his kissing in private.
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Lewis turns round, groaning inwardly. He’d no idea Innocent had been leaning against the doorframe, eavesdropping on him teasing James.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
James heads out of the office, blushing furiously, having conveniently found some urgent photocopying to do.
Innocent drops her voice. “One more thing, Lewis. I’d get in quick if I were you.”
“Ma’am?”
“Under the mistletoe. With Hathaway.”
Now it’s Lewis’ turn to blush.
“Is that an order, Ma’am?”
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Poor James hates to be the centre of attention.
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James groans and rolls his eyes.
“Never mind. There’s nothing we can do, so might as well make the best of it.”
James quirks an eyebrow. “How do you propose to do that?”
“Quick run to Tesco’s for Secret Santa supplies,” Robbie rejoins. “Maybe we’ll even find you a new pair of lavender socks.”
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“Any luck?” Lewis called out from the safety of the path.
“Not a chance.”
“Get yourself out then.”
Hathaway trailed miserably back to join his boss, hoping nothing else would go wrong that afternoon.
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"Yes sergeant, that is what I said."
"But, Mr Collinson said he was here in the morning. That's what he told us."
"No sergeant. He was definitely here in the afternoon." She continued, "I offered him some fruit cake, and I only got bought that at midday."
"Thank you Mrs Connor." James said, heading back towards Lewis, waiting in their office.
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"You look happy," Robbie said, seeing James' smug little grin.
"Bang goes Collinson's alibi sir. Outsmarted by a fruit cake."
"That's no way to talk about a witness sergeant."
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