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brit_columbia's birthday! and she has asked for FAKE ficlets. There are already some fun offerings from her other admirers at her journal.
As part of the celebration, I decided to see if there was any part of part 5 of "Not as Dumb" that was postable. This has not been beta'd, and I reserve the right to determine this doesn't belong in the story after all (in which case, Brit, you can think of this as an blue cheese tartlet illicitly snuck out of the bakery kitchen for you that then didn't end up on the official menu...).
Anyway, happy birthday, Brit! May there be less stress and more time to write/graze/chill in the year ahead!
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The next morning, when Ryo woke up, the first thing he was aware of was the brightness of the light flowing through the bedroom windowpanes. The next thing his mind consciously registered was the piece of paper his hand fell upon when he reached out blindly toward his alarm clock. On it, Dee had scrawled,
Ryo's first reaction was to swear at Dee. Not your call to make, you son of a bitch. But as he tried to sit up, he realized just how sore he was -- not just where Dee's hand had taken him, but all over. Enough to seriously consider staying in a robe all day, rather than pulling on any underwear, never mind slacks or jeans.
Feeling that way, he had no business showing up at the precinct. It struck him as strange, though, that Dee had chosen to go to work instead of keeping him company. As Ryo had told Ted the day before, none of their cases were at a stage where constant babysitting was required, and Dee tended to seize any excuse to take time off, reasonable or not.
On the other hand, it couldn't have been that interesting to watch Ryo sleep, and perhaps Dee had gotten a phone call while Ryo was out cold. Yeah, that was probably it. Ryo started to feel annoyed again: if something important had come up, Dee really should have let him know. As he threw off the covers, however -- Ow. My arms were behind my back a really long time. Ow. -- Ryo had to admit he was glad he wouldn't have to come up with a plausible lie for why he was moving like an old man.
And he was especially glad he wouldn't have to talk to JJ today. Maybe he would make himself some breakfast and then start planning a vacation for himself and Dee. For only me and Dee, you snoopy little twerp.
o-o o-o o-o
As Dee stalked toward the coffeemaker in the reception area, Alex said, "Dee, man, you gotta get more sleep to stay as hot as you think you are."
Ted snorted. "What he needs is to get himself a better sofa. Ryo speaking to you yet?"
Dee flipped the bird at them and said, "Don't you two have work to do instead of giving me shit?"
"My thoughts exactly," O'Leary said, striding up for his own cup of joe. "Which means I've got to be hearing things, 'cause there's no way that just came from Laytner's mouth."
Alex quipped, "Nothing like waking up in an alternate universe to mess up your morning."
Dee said, "Tell you what, I'll leave this universe to you and head back to --"
"Oh no you don't," O'Leary cut in. "Get your ass to your desk already. Maclean doesn't need you in his hair while he sleeps off whatever's ailing him."
Dee narrowed his eyes. "You're awfully quick to assume it's just a matter of sleep."
"If it was serious," O'Leary said, "you wouldn't even be here. Stop playing mama to the man -- and while you're at it, stop cheating yourself on the shut-eye. Maclean doesn't need to be worrying over whether you can take care of yourself. Later, gentlemen."
Dee's glare followed the lieutenant as he left the lobby. "Why is everyone so damn keen to remind me that Ryo has enough to worry about?"
"'Cause you're not as dumb as you act, but you act like a moron all the time," Drake said, walking up.
"Dude, it's called having reflexes," Dee retorted.
"Reflex, schmeflex," Drake said. "Fancy name for 'knee-jerk reaction.' "
"Jesus. Who spit in your Cheerios this morning?" Alex demanded.
"Like I got any breakfast," Drake growled. "JJ kept me up half the night--"
"TMI, man!"
"--and I hit snooze one time too many," Drake continued, ignoring Alex. "And I wanted to talk to Ryo, who isn't even here --"
"Guy works hard for a living," Dee said, sharply.
"Dude, no one's saying he doesn't," Ted broke in. "If anyone here deserves time off, it's Ryo."
"I'm amazed you got him to stay home," Alex said. "Whadja do, handcuff him to the bed?"
Dee downed the rest of his coffee in a single gulp, hurled the cup at Alex, and stormed out without another word.
"Whoa," Alex said, the empty cup in his hand. "Overreaction, much?"
"He must be fond of you," Drake told him. "If it was JJ, he wouldn't've drained it first."
Ted said, "Something's really wrong. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost."
"Something is very wrong," Drake wearily agreed. "Come by my office for a sec, will ya? I could use another pair of eyes on some stuff JJ dragged in."
o-o o-o o-o
brit_columbia's birthday! and she has asked for FAKE ficlets. There are already some fun offerings from her other admirers at her journal. As part of the celebration, I decided to see if there was any part of part 5 of "Not as Dumb" that was postable. This has not been beta'd, and I reserve the right to determine this doesn't belong in the story after all (in which case, Brit, you can think of this as an blue cheese tartlet illicitly snuck out of the bakery kitchen for you that then didn't end up on the official menu...).
Anyway, happy birthday, Brit! May there be less stress and more time to write/graze/chill in the year ahead!
---
The next morning, when Ryo woke up, the first thing he was aware of was the brightness of the light flowing through the bedroom windowpanes. The next thing his mind consciously registered was the piece of paper his hand fell upon when he reached out blindly toward his alarm clock. On it, Dee had scrawled,
Phoned in sick for you. Do not fight me on this.Don't make meLove you.
Ryo's first reaction was to swear at Dee. Not your call to make, you son of a bitch. But as he tried to sit up, he realized just how sore he was -- not just where Dee's hand had taken him, but all over. Enough to seriously consider staying in a robe all day, rather than pulling on any underwear, never mind slacks or jeans.
Feeling that way, he had no business showing up at the precinct. It struck him as strange, though, that Dee had chosen to go to work instead of keeping him company. As Ryo had told Ted the day before, none of their cases were at a stage where constant babysitting was required, and Dee tended to seize any excuse to take time off, reasonable or not.
On the other hand, it couldn't have been that interesting to watch Ryo sleep, and perhaps Dee had gotten a phone call while Ryo was out cold. Yeah, that was probably it. Ryo started to feel annoyed again: if something important had come up, Dee really should have let him know. As he threw off the covers, however -- Ow. My arms were behind my back a really long time. Ow. -- Ryo had to admit he was glad he wouldn't have to come up with a plausible lie for why he was moving like an old man.
And he was especially glad he wouldn't have to talk to JJ today. Maybe he would make himself some breakfast and then start planning a vacation for himself and Dee. For only me and Dee, you snoopy little twerp.
As Dee stalked toward the coffeemaker in the reception area, Alex said, "Dee, man, you gotta get more sleep to stay as hot as you think you are."
Ted snorted. "What he needs is to get himself a better sofa. Ryo speaking to you yet?"
Dee flipped the bird at them and said, "Don't you two have work to do instead of giving me shit?"
"My thoughts exactly," O'Leary said, striding up for his own cup of joe. "Which means I've got to be hearing things, 'cause there's no way that just came from Laytner's mouth."
Alex quipped, "Nothing like waking up in an alternate universe to mess up your morning."
Dee said, "Tell you what, I'll leave this universe to you and head back to --"
"Oh no you don't," O'Leary cut in. "Get your ass to your desk already. Maclean doesn't need you in his hair while he sleeps off whatever's ailing him."
Dee narrowed his eyes. "You're awfully quick to assume it's just a matter of sleep."
"If it was serious," O'Leary said, "you wouldn't even be here. Stop playing mama to the man -- and while you're at it, stop cheating yourself on the shut-eye. Maclean doesn't need to be worrying over whether you can take care of yourself. Later, gentlemen."
Dee's glare followed the lieutenant as he left the lobby. "Why is everyone so damn keen to remind me that Ryo has enough to worry about?"
"'Cause you're not as dumb as you act, but you act like a moron all the time," Drake said, walking up.
"Dude, it's called having reflexes," Dee retorted.
"Reflex, schmeflex," Drake said. "Fancy name for 'knee-jerk reaction.' "
"Jesus. Who spit in your Cheerios this morning?" Alex demanded.
"Like I got any breakfast," Drake growled. "JJ kept me up half the night--"
"TMI, man!"
"--and I hit snooze one time too many," Drake continued, ignoring Alex. "And I wanted to talk to Ryo, who isn't even here --"
"Guy works hard for a living," Dee said, sharply.
"Dude, no one's saying he doesn't," Ted broke in. "If anyone here deserves time off, it's Ryo."
"I'm amazed you got him to stay home," Alex said. "Whadja do, handcuff him to the bed?"
Dee downed the rest of his coffee in a single gulp, hurled the cup at Alex, and stormed out without another word.
"Whoa," Alex said, the empty cup in his hand. "Overreaction, much?"
"He must be fond of you," Drake told him. "If it was JJ, he wouldn't've drained it first."
Ted said, "Something's really wrong. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost."
"Something is very wrong," Drake wearily agreed. "Come by my office for a sec, will ya? I could use another pair of eyes on some stuff JJ dragged in."
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8/5/12 05:30 (UTC)As you said, it will always be my special yummy blue cheese tart! Thank you! *Licks fingers*