for mix & match challenge, by shrewreader
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ds_flashfictionWarning: Character death
Rating: PG-13 (given above)
Disclaimer: (to tune of 'London Bridge') They're not mine, so don't you whine, don't you whine, don't you whine! Not for profit, don't you mind! They're all Pauls'!
Cabbage Leaves
Vecchio glared at the hands raised in the bullpen and then looked at the man standing in front of him. "The confusion was, was down here you don't bust in on some guy when he's about to take down the biggest operator in the garment district for buying stolen merchandise," he said, exasperated. He started flipping open files on his desk, looking for the right one to get this guy off of his back and out of his immediate area.
Constable Fraser set his rucksack down on the chair opposite Vecchio’s. "Oh, so you were attempting to sell him a truckload of illegally obtained men's clothing." His tone was somewhat constrained, as if the buttons on his uniform were too tight.
Vecchio opened another file. "That’s right."
"Isn’t that entrapment?"
Vecchio found the stack of files he was looking for, picked them up, and dropped them, with a loud thud onto the surface of his desk. He glared at the man on the other side of the desk. "What do you want from me?"
The man across the desk took a deep breath, as if holding himself back from making snarky remarks about the crude American. "I was told you were in charge of this case." His eyes were calm, somewhat colder than their dark blue color would make the viewer think. His arms crossed across his chest, and the array of stars on the right bicep caught Vecchio’s attention for a split second while he took the slip of paper Constable Fraser had extracted and proffered it across the desk.
Vecchio sighed. "Ah yes, the dead Mountie thing, like I couldn't have guessed. Look. I've got your list of names in my basket here." He pointed at the overflowing basket spilling on to the desk and floor. A chain of Post-its appeared to be doing a conga as they trailed from one level of the basket to another. "The moment I get a chance I'm going to go to the computer, pick up the phone and call you with the information so you can go get your Boy Scout points. Now, is there anything else?"
Fraser rolled his neck to one side, then the other, cracking it. He unwrapped his arms and leaned on the desk, careful to not overbalance the broad-rimmed hat resting on the precarious stack of files. "Yes. The dead Mountie was my son. And I would appreciate it if you'd check the names while there's still a chance of catching the man who killed him." The older man straightened up, shouldered his pack, and tucked his hat under his arm. "Oh, and by the way. He’s not in the garment business."
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Date: 2005-06-02 07:00 am (UTC)OMG I love you for that. And I second the need for Fraser (Jnr)'s ghost.
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Date: 2005-06-03 03:57 am (UTC)-whimper- More, please?
TYK!!!
Date: 2005-06-03 04:09 am (UTC)(particular thanks to Kiji for being my personal enabler with this and girl, -where- is my voodoo fic?? *G*)
Re: TYK!!!
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Date: 2005-06-05 12:46 pm (UTC)Yup
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