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[#241] Workaholic (FAKE)
Theme Prompt: #241 – Stubbornness
Title: Workaholic
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: They’ve only been working together for a few months, but it’s long enough for Dee to have realised Ryo can be a bit obsessive about the job.
Sometimes Dee had to wonder what was wrong with him. What on earth had possessed him that he’d gone and fallen head over heels for someone so stubborn? Especially considering that so far, his feelings weren’t being reciprocated. His partner claimed to be longsighted, but as far as Dee could tell, he couldn’t see what was right in front of him, namely Dee himself. Ryo was so determined to cling to the idea of being straight, even though he never showed the slightest interest in women, that Dee just wanted to shake him and tell him to open his eyes! It was infuriating.
On the other hand, there were plenty of perfectly logical and acceptable reasons for Dee to fall for his work partner. Ryo was gorgeous, smart, sexy, kind-hearted, caring, and an amazing cook. He just also happened to be stubborn as Hell, and a workaholic to boot. Right now, that was what was causing the current friction between them.
Normally, they got along surprisingly well, considering that Ryo kept rebuffing all of Dee’s advances. It didn’t keep Dee from trying his luck, he seriously doubted anything ever would, but it didn’t interfere with their ability to work together. They were a good team, each of them bringing their own individual talents to the table, but right now Ryo’s dogged persistence was proving a hindrance rather than an asset. It had been a long day, their shift had ended over two hours ago, and Ryo was clearly tired, they both were, and yet he refused to quit, as if the world would end if they didn’t solve this particular case tonight.
It wouldn’t, Dee knew that for a fact; in most respects, this particular case should be low priority, a robbery where, although the value of what had been stolen was significant, no one was suffering any real hardship over it. No one had died, or even been seriously injured, the loss was strictly financial, and the victim was wealthy enough that he could stand to lose a hell of a lot more than he had before it affected him in any noticeable way.
The problem was, they were so close to cracking the case wide open that they could practically taste it. But while Dee was willing to leave it for the night and come back to it fresh in the morning, Ryo was worrying at it like a dog with a particularly juicy bone, going over every bit of evidence they’d collected for the umpteenth time, hoping to shake loose the last little detail they’d need to solve it. And he was never going to find it if he was so exhausted, both physically and mentally, that he could barely even see straight. He could be looking right at the answer, and not realise it.
“Will you just listen to me, for once, dammit?”
Ryo glanced up at his partner with red-rimmed eyes. “I thought I was.”
“Well, you’re not. You might be listenin’, but you’re not hearin’ a damn thing, it’s all just goin’ in one ear and straight out the other.”
“Fine, what’s so important that you have to interrupt me when I’m trying to concentrate?” Ryo sat up a bit straighter, although to Dee’s eyes he appeared to be listing to one side.
“Tryin’ is right, but no matter how hard you try, it’s not gonna get you anywhere, not in the state you’re in. You shouldn’t even be here right now. I think the bump on the head you got earlier has addled your brains.”
“I don’t have a concussion.”
“Not the point. You’re supposed to be an adult; try actin’ like one for once.”
That earned Dee an indignant glare. “What’s that supposed to mean? If anyone doesn’t behave like an adult, it’s you, not me.”
Dee gave an annoyed huff. “We’re not discussin’ my failings right now; we’re talkin’ about yours.”
“Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up!”
“Shut up and listen!” Dee frowned. “Where was I?”
“Busy telling me that I’m not acting like an adult.”
“Right! ‘Cause adults don’t work themselves into the ground doin’ unpaid overtime!”
Ryo returned Dee’s frown. “Since when?”
“Yeah, okay.” Dee winced at his bad analogy; these days, most adults working for corporate America did just that, as if driving themselves to a coronary, a nervous breakdown, or both by the age of forty somehow made them a success. “I should’a said SENSIBLE adults don’t.”
“By that, I suppose you mean people like you,” Ryo said, a hint of scorn in his tone. “If everything was left to you, nothing would ever get done.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Dee snapped, pointing an accusing finger, aware that the conversation was getting off track. How had he wound up having to defend himself when Ryo was the one in need of an intervention? “I get things done! I just pace myself. I’ve no intention of workin’ myself to an early death, and if you had half the brain you pretend to have, you wouldn’t either.” Dee crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at his seated partner.
“But we’re so close to figuring out who stole…” Ryo started, but Dee didn’t let him finish.
“And the answer isn’t gonna change if we wait until tomorrow to figure it out.” He sighed. “Look, I know you’re still pretty new to bein’ a detective, it’s only been a few months, and I know you wanna do well, but what you need to get through that thick skull of yours is that solvin’ crimes is a marathon, not a sprint.” That was the analogy Dee should have gone with at the start; as a runner, it was something Ryo could understand. “Some cases are gonna take months to solve; if you try to rush, you’ll wind up missin’ somethin’ important, and the whole case might get thrown out. You want that?”
“Of course not!”
“Then quit for the night. Figure it out tomorrow.”
The End
On the other hand, there were plenty of perfectly logical and acceptable reasons for Dee to fall for his work partner. Ryo was gorgeous, smart, sexy, kind-hearted, caring, and an amazing cook. He just also happened to be stubborn as Hell, and a workaholic to boot. Right now, that was what was causing the current friction between them.
Normally, they got along surprisingly well, considering that Ryo kept rebuffing all of Dee’s advances. It didn’t keep Dee from trying his luck, he seriously doubted anything ever would, but it didn’t interfere with their ability to work together. They were a good team, each of them bringing their own individual talents to the table, but right now Ryo’s dogged persistence was proving a hindrance rather than an asset. It had been a long day, their shift had ended over two hours ago, and Ryo was clearly tired, they both were, and yet he refused to quit, as if the world would end if they didn’t solve this particular case tonight.
It wouldn’t, Dee knew that for a fact; in most respects, this particular case should be low priority, a robbery where, although the value of what had been stolen was significant, no one was suffering any real hardship over it. No one had died, or even been seriously injured, the loss was strictly financial, and the victim was wealthy enough that he could stand to lose a hell of a lot more than he had before it affected him in any noticeable way.
The problem was, they were so close to cracking the case wide open that they could practically taste it. But while Dee was willing to leave it for the night and come back to it fresh in the morning, Ryo was worrying at it like a dog with a particularly juicy bone, going over every bit of evidence they’d collected for the umpteenth time, hoping to shake loose the last little detail they’d need to solve it. And he was never going to find it if he was so exhausted, both physically and mentally, that he could barely even see straight. He could be looking right at the answer, and not realise it.
“Will you just listen to me, for once, dammit?”
Ryo glanced up at his partner with red-rimmed eyes. “I thought I was.”
“Well, you’re not. You might be listenin’, but you’re not hearin’ a damn thing, it’s all just goin’ in one ear and straight out the other.”
“Fine, what’s so important that you have to interrupt me when I’m trying to concentrate?” Ryo sat up a bit straighter, although to Dee’s eyes he appeared to be listing to one side.
“Tryin’ is right, but no matter how hard you try, it’s not gonna get you anywhere, not in the state you’re in. You shouldn’t even be here right now. I think the bump on the head you got earlier has addled your brains.”
“I don’t have a concussion.”
“Not the point. You’re supposed to be an adult; try actin’ like one for once.”
That earned Dee an indignant glare. “What’s that supposed to mean? If anyone doesn’t behave like an adult, it’s you, not me.”
Dee gave an annoyed huff. “We’re not discussin’ my failings right now; we’re talkin’ about yours.”
“Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up!”
“Shut up and listen!” Dee frowned. “Where was I?”
“Busy telling me that I’m not acting like an adult.”
“Right! ‘Cause adults don’t work themselves into the ground doin’ unpaid overtime!”
Ryo returned Dee’s frown. “Since when?”
“Yeah, okay.” Dee winced at his bad analogy; these days, most adults working for corporate America did just that, as if driving themselves to a coronary, a nervous breakdown, or both by the age of forty somehow made them a success. “I should’a said SENSIBLE adults don’t.”
“By that, I suppose you mean people like you,” Ryo said, a hint of scorn in his tone. “If everything was left to you, nothing would ever get done.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Dee snapped, pointing an accusing finger, aware that the conversation was getting off track. How had he wound up having to defend himself when Ryo was the one in need of an intervention? “I get things done! I just pace myself. I’ve no intention of workin’ myself to an early death, and if you had half the brain you pretend to have, you wouldn’t either.” Dee crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at his seated partner.
“But we’re so close to figuring out who stole…” Ryo started, but Dee didn’t let him finish.
“And the answer isn’t gonna change if we wait until tomorrow to figure it out.” He sighed. “Look, I know you’re still pretty new to bein’ a detective, it’s only been a few months, and I know you wanna do well, but what you need to get through that thick skull of yours is that solvin’ crimes is a marathon, not a sprint.” That was the analogy Dee should have gone with at the start; as a runner, it was something Ryo could understand. “Some cases are gonna take months to solve; if you try to rush, you’ll wind up missin’ somethin’ important, and the whole case might get thrown out. You want that?”
“Of course not!”
“Then quit for the night. Figure it out tomorrow.”
The End
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And yes, Dee has more experience as a detective despite being a year younger than Ryo, so he knows what he's talking about. Ryo will hopefully learn to pace himself, he just has trouble turning his brain off. Once they're together, Ryo finds sex very effective for helping him switch off.
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