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fandomweekly2019-09-06 04:46 pm
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[#022] A Taste Of Things To Come (FAKE)
Theme Prompt: #022 – Changing Seasons
Title: A Taste Of Things To Come
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 999
Summary: Fall is drawing to a close and winter couldn’t have picked a worse moment to start making its presence felt.
Ryo sighed; it seemed like only yesterday he’d been happily watching as springtime had spread throughout the city, chasing away the last hard, grey clumps on old snow and bringing new leaves and cheerful blossom to the trees. Now here he was, with fall coming to a close, and the icy jaws of winter nipping at its heels.
It was nipping at other things too. He curled his bare fingers against his palms for whatever warmth that might provide, and ducked his head down, shoulders hunching against the bitter wind howling around him. His ears were freezing despite his hair being a little longer than he usually wore it. No time recently to get it cut; he’d never imagined he’d be glad about that but without the meagre protection his hair provided he thought his ears might freeze solid and fall off.
Exposed rooftops weren’t the best places to be in weather like this, but as a homicide detective he had to go where the bodies were, and it was just his luck this crime scene happened to be at the top of one of New York’s taller skyscrapers. What the victim had been doing way up here in a building he neither lived nor worked in was anybody’s guess. No doubt he and Dee would figure that out, among other things, during the course of their investigation into his death.
“If there was any evidence left lyin’ around up here it probably already blew away,” Dee grumbled, pulling the collar of his coat further up around his ears as he sauntered over to join his partner.
Ryo really envied Dee that fur-lined collar; his own wasn’t anywhere near as cosy, and it didn’t come up as far, barely protecting his neck.
“Fingerprints don’t blow away,” he pointed out, trying to ignore the cold.
“Yeah, but if the killer was wearin’ gloves, which anyone with any sense would be in this weather…” Dee trailed off, his gaze flicking between Ryo’s bare fingers and his own. “Guess that means neither of us has any sense.”
“We didn’t know we’d be stuck up here in an arctic gale. If we had, we might’ve come better prepared.”
Ten minutes ago their lack of cold weather gear might not have been such a huge problem, but when the coroner had left with the body the gurney must have caught the concrete block being used to wedge the stairwell door open, and with the gusting wind constantly tugging at it, the door had abruptly slammed shut just as they’d been getting ready to leave. To make matters worse, there was no handle on the outside, meaning that now they were stuck up here, exposed to the elements, with little in the way of shelter.
“We’ll be fine; the crime scene guys will be along soon.”
“Easy for you to say,” Ryo muttered gloomily. “A week ago it was sunny and mild, but the day we wind up stuck on a roof, we get this!” He glared up at the sky just in time to get hit in the face by a large raindrop.
Dee burst out laughing at the shocked expression on Ryo’s face.
He didn’t laugh for long; within a few minutes the rain was coming down in torrents. They had nothing with which to protect whatever evidence might remain at the crime scene, never mind themselves; all they could do was pull their coats more tightly around them, hunker down against the side of the shed housing the elevator machinery, shielded from the worst of the wind, and hope they didn’t have to wait long.
Fifteen minutes in the ice-cold, pouring rain felt like an eternity, and when the stairwell door opened the two detectives floundered to feet almost numb from the cold and the wet, splashing heedlessly through puddles to make sure it didn’t blow shut again with everyone on the wrong side. They wedged it open with the same concrete block as before, then shoved a large, rusting hunk of metal against it as well, just to be sure.
Using his coat sleeve, Ryo wiped dripping hair out of his eyes, then sneezed. He hoped he wasn’t catching a cold from this.
“Not sure there’s much of a crime scene left for ya to investigate,” Dee told the crime scene people as the rain redoubled its efforts to wash away any evidence that might have been left behind.
“You didn’t think to cover it?” someone asked.
“With what?” Ryo demanded, incredulous. “All we’ve got are our coats, and they’d have contaminated any evidence.”
“Not to mention we needed ‘em ourselves,” Dee added.
“What were you doing standing out here in the rain anyway?” Jim Campbell’s face was just about recognisable beneath the hood of his white coveralls.
“It wasn’t by choice; the wind blew the door shut and there’s no way of openin’ it from this side.”
Jim had the nerve to laugh.
“Keep that up and I’ll personally see to it that you suffer the same fate,” Dee threatened, glaring at his friend. “You’d still be better off that we were.” The crime scene team’s coveralls were waterproof, and worn over their own clothes.
“Come on, Dee, let’s just get back to the precinct and into dry clothes.” Ryo tugged at his partner’s wet sleeve.
“Yeah, we’ll leave these bozos to enjoy the weather, see how they like it.” Dee turned on his heel and stalked towards the stairs. “Have fun!” he called back over his shoulder.
Shivering, Ryo followed him down the stairs from the roof and into the elevator, sneezing again.
“You okay?” Dee asked as the car started down.
“I will be once I’m dry.”
By the time they stepped out onto the street, making their way along the sidewalk to where they’d parked, the rain was turning to sleet.
Ryo sighed again. If current conditions were anything to go by, it looked like it would be a long, hard winter. It wasn’t an appealing prospect.
The End
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Thank you!
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Hopefully Ryo and Dee will get some hot soup and dry clothes eventually. :D
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You probably need a key to open it from the outside, lol!
Thank you!
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I do make them suffer, payback for the way Dee so often refuses to do as he's told ;)
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Thank you!