Window challenge by Lipstickcat
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ds_flashfictiontitle: Toy Story
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lipstickcat
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Words: 518
Notes: I think a Word-a-Day calender should be blamed for Turnbull’s choice of conversation topic. Unbeta’d. Also, forgive me, for I have committed minor Mary-Sue…
***
It had been one of those throwaway comments that sometimes spill out of Turnbull’s mouth. The ones that sound like they might actually be quite intelligent, if Ray could understand them. But, as he doesn’t understand it just helps to further Ray’s impression that Turnbull is in fact a barbequed chicken wing short of a full picnic basket.
“Constable Fraser seems awfully fond of defenestration.”
Defene-what? It sounded dirty, and Fraser was living at the Consulate; all it would take was for Turnbull to stay late one night or arrive early one morning, and for Fraser to not know he was there, and now he doesn’t only know about some kinky little habit Fraser has, he’s sharing the secret with anyone who’ll pay attention. At least the chances are that if Ray hasn’t heard about this sexual deviancy, most other normal people wouldn’t have either.
Ray just gave Turnbull his politest “I think you’re a nut job” smile and nodded his head. Right now, he was more concerned about tweezering the shards of glass out of Fraser’s arm after he’d jumped through an unopened window for the millionth time.
***
Turnbull was on the phone when Ray entered the building. Even though he was obviously on his break, with his packed lunch neatly arranged in front of him, he still took the time to apologise to person on the other end of the phone and greet Ray with a bright smile and a “Welcome to Canada.” Ray nodded and walked on towards Fraser’s office. Turnbull continued with his phone conversation. He was obviously talking with somebody he knew, Ray’s finely tuned Detective Reasoning told him; his voice was relaxed and warmer than his usual phone manner, more informal. That, and he called the person by their first name.
“Oh, yes, Kerry! And in Toy Story, Sheriff Woody accidentally defenestrates Buzz Lightyear.”
Ray paused. Well, more like his feet demanded that he stop or else he would fall over them. Toy Story? That’s sick! What kind of friends did Turnbull have? For the first time ever, Ray wondered just what Turnbull did when he wasn’t working…
Just then, Fraser came striding out of his office and nearly crashed into Ray.
“Are you alright, Ray?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ray said with a distracted wave of his hand. “Lets get outta here.”
Turnbull was still on the phone when they walked past the desk.
“Meta-defenestration? Oh! That would represent the…”
Ray couldn’t help but turn on his heel and gesture with his index finger back towards the desk.
“You know what, Turnbull? You really need to get some help with this obsession of yours.”
Ray was out the door and storming down the steps. Fraser had to jog to catch up.
“Ray?”
“You know, Frase, what you do behind closed doors is your business, but when Disney films start getting dragged into it… You don’t have some twisted thing for Toy Story do you?”
As Ray’s voice faded from earshot, Turnbull glanced around the empty entrance hall and cupped his palm around the mouthpiece. Hunched over the phone he whispered; “He knows…”
***END***
Author:
lipstickcatRating: G
Pairing: None
Words: 518
Notes: I think a Word-a-Day calender should be blamed for Turnbull’s choice of conversation topic. Unbeta’d. Also, forgive me, for I have committed minor Mary-Sue…
***
It had been one of those throwaway comments that sometimes spill out of Turnbull’s mouth. The ones that sound like they might actually be quite intelligent, if Ray could understand them. But, as he doesn’t understand it just helps to further Ray’s impression that Turnbull is in fact a barbequed chicken wing short of a full picnic basket.
“Constable Fraser seems awfully fond of defenestration.”
Defene-what? It sounded dirty, and Fraser was living at the Consulate; all it would take was for Turnbull to stay late one night or arrive early one morning, and for Fraser to not know he was there, and now he doesn’t only know about some kinky little habit Fraser has, he’s sharing the secret with anyone who’ll pay attention. At least the chances are that if Ray hasn’t heard about this sexual deviancy, most other normal people wouldn’t have either.
Ray just gave Turnbull his politest “I think you’re a nut job” smile and nodded his head. Right now, he was more concerned about tweezering the shards of glass out of Fraser’s arm after he’d jumped through an unopened window for the millionth time.
***
Turnbull was on the phone when Ray entered the building. Even though he was obviously on his break, with his packed lunch neatly arranged in front of him, he still took the time to apologise to person on the other end of the phone and greet Ray with a bright smile and a “Welcome to Canada.” Ray nodded and walked on towards Fraser’s office. Turnbull continued with his phone conversation. He was obviously talking with somebody he knew, Ray’s finely tuned Detective Reasoning told him; his voice was relaxed and warmer than his usual phone manner, more informal. That, and he called the person by their first name.
“Oh, yes, Kerry! And in Toy Story, Sheriff Woody accidentally defenestrates Buzz Lightyear.”
Ray paused. Well, more like his feet demanded that he stop or else he would fall over them. Toy Story? That’s sick! What kind of friends did Turnbull have? For the first time ever, Ray wondered just what Turnbull did when he wasn’t working…
Just then, Fraser came striding out of his office and nearly crashed into Ray.
“Are you alright, Ray?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ray said with a distracted wave of his hand. “Lets get outta here.”
Turnbull was still on the phone when they walked past the desk.
“Meta-defenestration? Oh! That would represent the…”
Ray couldn’t help but turn on his heel and gesture with his index finger back towards the desk.
“You know what, Turnbull? You really need to get some help with this obsession of yours.”
Ray was out the door and storming down the steps. Fraser had to jog to catch up.
“Ray?”
“You know, Frase, what you do behind closed doors is your business, but when Disney films start getting dragged into it… You don’t have some twisted thing for Toy Story do you?”
As Ray’s voice faded from earshot, Turnbull glanced around the empty entrance hall and cupped his palm around the mouthpiece. Hunched over the phone he whispered; “He knows…”
***END***
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