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With thanks to [info]draycevixen for getting me writing, the following are my drabbles:
The Christmas Tree
Sam wondered whether leaving decorating the office to Chris had been a good idea, but he’d got too much paperwork to clear up before the holidays and the Guv wouldn’t even consider helping. So when a tree that looked as if it had been dragged all the way from Norway, losing most of its needles on the way, arrived, he smiled politely. When it had been sprayed with thick clumps of fake snow and a couple of strands of mangled tinsel had been attached, he smiled resignedly. When he saw Gene holding the mistletoe over his head he smiled broadly.
Litter
“What are you doing?” Chris Skelton looked understandably confused as he watched Ray Carling rummaging around in a waste bin.
“Looking for a phone number. You remember that bird we interviewed yesterday?”
“Her what witnessed the raid on the jeweller’s shop?”
“Yeah, the one with the tight jumper.” Ray’s hands expanded on the description. “Well, she left a phone number in case we had any further questions. I’ve just thought of something I want to ask her.”
“So why are you looking in the Boss’ waste bin?”
“’Cos he was the one who wrote it down. Found it. Hyde 2612.”
Doped Up
“Atishoo”
Sam stirred and opened an eye sleepily.
“Did we wake you?” The little girl said happily. “My clown’s got a cold”
Sam pulled the covers tightly round himself.
“There’s no need to be shy. We’ve seen you before”
“I know,” Sam replied. “I really wish you hadn’t”
“There’s no need to be grumpy. We’ve come to play”
Sam pulled the covers over his head.
“We’re going to play your favourite game: doctors and nurses”
Sam shuddered.
“I’m going to be the nurse. I think my clown should be the doctor, so that means you’re going to be the patient.”
Winter
Snowflakes had begun falling just after midday. Sam remembered fondly other snowy winters from his childhood when he’d thrown snowballs with his Auntie Heather and built a huge snowman which he’d dressed with his football scarf.
Then he had enjoyed running and falling in the snow; now he walked with caution, not wanting to slip and give Ray a chance to laugh at his expense.
Gene too thought back to winters past, but his memories weren’t so good. He remembered the cold and how irate his father got when they tramped snow in on their boots, one time even breaking a full box of eggs in his anger.
Gradually CID almost emptied as the lure of the snow proved too much for the majority of the detectives.
Sam was immersed in the latest case file, having no wish to return to his icy flat, with the wind whistling through the crack in the window pane. He didn’t notice Gene standing watching him until the Guv spoke.
“Just you and me left then Sammy. How about we get us some chips and take them back to my place?”
Sam looked up and smiled. Suddenly the day didn’t feel nearly as cold.
Just a Morsel
They were waiting for the suspect to leave his house, but Chris was getting bored. “I spy with my little eye something beginning with 'M'."
“Moustache,” suggested Sam.
“Medallion,” replied Ray.
“Magazine,” mumbled the Guv, from behind the newspaper.
“All wrong,” answered Chris, “it was the milkman.”
“I can’t see a milkman, you div,” muttered Ray.
“That’s ‘cos he was down that alleyway. He’s gone now.”
“What?” Gene was suddenly alert. “That wasn’t a milkman, that was Miller. He’s managed to leave without us seeing him. And he can swap vehicles round the corner.”
They heard a motorbike roaring away.
The Exchange
Sam was tired. It had been a long day and he was glad get back to his flat and collapse on the apology for a bed. He was starting to fall asleep when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the test card girl sidle out of the television and make her way towards him.
“What do you want?” Sam muttered.
“My clown for your bottle of whisky.”
“Will you leave me in peace if I swap?”
The girl nodded, grabbed the bottle and disappeared back onto the screen.
Next day, the BBC had to issue an apology.
Drabble the second
Annie screamed. She had gone into the Guv’s office to get a file and been shocked by what she had seen.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded of Ray. Chris had totally disappeared.
“Tell her what?” Gene asked. He and Sam had returned from interviewing a suspect.
“There’s a rat in your office”
The DCI and his DI had just persuaded a toerag to confess to several extremely unpleasant muggings.
“Deal with it Tyler”
“I’d rather not,” Sam looked very pale.
“You nancy boy”
Gene looked round for another volunteer. Ray and Annie looked elsewhere.
Gene sent for Phyllis.
Drabble No 1
"I'm not going up there!"
"You'll have to - we can't let Morgan see you."
"There must be somewhere else."
"Can you see anywhere?"
"Can I remind you that my vision is seriously restricted at the moment?"
"Well, you're far too big to fit in that cupboard."
"Watch it Gladys. And whose fault is it that I'm looking like this?"
"You asked me for my help and you'll just have to accept whatever assistance I can provide."
"I'm not going up there!"
"Oh yes, you are!"
"I may be wearing a squirrel costume but I'm not climbing a b****y palm tree!"
The Christmas Tree
Sam wondered whether leaving decorating the office to Chris had been a good idea, but he’d got too much paperwork to clear up before the holidays and the Guv wouldn’t even consider helping. So when a tree that looked as if it had been dragged all the way from Norway, losing most of its needles on the way, arrived, he smiled politely. When it had been sprayed with thick clumps of fake snow and a couple of strands of mangled tinsel had been attached, he smiled resignedly. When he saw Gene holding the mistletoe over his head he smiled broadly.
Litter
“What are you doing?” Chris Skelton looked understandably confused as he watched Ray Carling rummaging around in a waste bin.
“Looking for a phone number. You remember that bird we interviewed yesterday?”
“Her what witnessed the raid on the jeweller’s shop?”
“Yeah, the one with the tight jumper.” Ray’s hands expanded on the description. “Well, she left a phone number in case we had any further questions. I’ve just thought of something I want to ask her.”
“So why are you looking in the Boss’ waste bin?”
“’Cos he was the one who wrote it down. Found it. Hyde 2612.”
Doped Up
“Atishoo”
Sam stirred and opened an eye sleepily.
“Did we wake you?” The little girl said happily. “My clown’s got a cold”
Sam pulled the covers tightly round himself.
“There’s no need to be shy. We’ve seen you before”
“I know,” Sam replied. “I really wish you hadn’t”
“There’s no need to be grumpy. We’ve come to play”
Sam pulled the covers over his head.
“We’re going to play your favourite game: doctors and nurses”
Sam shuddered.
“I’m going to be the nurse. I think my clown should be the doctor, so that means you’re going to be the patient.”
Winter
Snowflakes had begun falling just after midday. Sam remembered fondly other snowy winters from his childhood when he’d thrown snowballs with his Auntie Heather and built a huge snowman which he’d dressed with his football scarf.
Then he had enjoyed running and falling in the snow; now he walked with caution, not wanting to slip and give Ray a chance to laugh at his expense.
Gene too thought back to winters past, but his memories weren’t so good. He remembered the cold and how irate his father got when they tramped snow in on their boots, one time even breaking a full box of eggs in his anger.
Gradually CID almost emptied as the lure of the snow proved too much for the majority of the detectives.
Sam was immersed in the latest case file, having no wish to return to his icy flat, with the wind whistling through the crack in the window pane. He didn’t notice Gene standing watching him until the Guv spoke.
“Just you and me left then Sammy. How about we get us some chips and take them back to my place?”
Sam looked up and smiled. Suddenly the day didn’t feel nearly as cold.
Just a Morsel
They were waiting for the suspect to leave his house, but Chris was getting bored. “I spy with my little eye something beginning with 'M'."
“Moustache,” suggested Sam.
“Medallion,” replied Ray.
“Magazine,” mumbled the Guv, from behind the newspaper.
“All wrong,” answered Chris, “it was the milkman.”
“I can’t see a milkman, you div,” muttered Ray.
“That’s ‘cos he was down that alleyway. He’s gone now.”
“What?” Gene was suddenly alert. “That wasn’t a milkman, that was Miller. He’s managed to leave without us seeing him. And he can swap vehicles round the corner.”
They heard a motorbike roaring away.
The Exchange
Sam was tired. It had been a long day and he was glad get back to his flat and collapse on the apology for a bed. He was starting to fall asleep when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the test card girl sidle out of the television and make her way towards him.
“What do you want?” Sam muttered.
“My clown for your bottle of whisky.”
“Will you leave me in peace if I swap?”
The girl nodded, grabbed the bottle and disappeared back onto the screen.
Next day, the BBC had to issue an apology.
Drabble the second
Annie screamed. She had gone into the Guv’s office to get a file and been shocked by what she had seen.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded of Ray. Chris had totally disappeared.
“Tell her what?” Gene asked. He and Sam had returned from interviewing a suspect.
“There’s a rat in your office”
The DCI and his DI had just persuaded a toerag to confess to several extremely unpleasant muggings.
“Deal with it Tyler”
“I’d rather not,” Sam looked very pale.
“You nancy boy”
Gene looked round for another volunteer. Ray and Annie looked elsewhere.
Gene sent for Phyllis.
Drabble No 1
"I'm not going up there!"
"You'll have to - we can't let Morgan see you."
"There must be somewhere else."
"Can you see anywhere?"
"Can I remind you that my vision is seriously restricted at the moment?"
"Well, you're far too big to fit in that cupboard."
"Watch it Gladys. And whose fault is it that I'm looking like this?"
"You asked me for my help and you'll just have to accept whatever assistance I can provide."
"I'm not going up there!"
"Oh yes, you are!"
"I may be wearing a squirrel costume but I'm not climbing a b****y palm tree!"
