May Day! Part 26

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May Day - Part 27

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"My head hurts with this one, Bodie."

Bodie was back in the driving seat and spared him a glance as he negotiated traffic. "It's not him."

"Oh, and you know that how, Sherlock? Hunch is it? Because after all, the conniving bastard's never shafted us with triple think in the past, has he? Bloody typical, I might have known you'd instantly rush to his defence."

Bodie's hands tightened on the steering wheel. Doyle had that piss and vinegar tone to him. Any minute there'd probably be a booted foot jammed up near the dashboard so that Doyle could vent himself all the better in Bodie's general direction.

"And another thing - 'ordinary people', my arse. If this is some kind of bizarre manipulation on Cowley's part to see how clean we'll come, I swear to God, Bodie, I'll have him. I'll stick him in the sodding broom cupboard. With Foley and the Daily fucking Mirror!"

"Use your head half a minute will you, Doyle? He's not going to have us waste his time chasing around half of London to scratch some kind of moral itch-" He held up his left hand to forestall Doyle's expected outburst. "He is in it, I grant you that. He and Williston clearly go back a ways." And Foley. He didn't voice the thought. Let Doyle be cagey, there was more than one way to skin that particular cat. He risked a glance sideways and Doyle's sulky profile made him wish he had a magic wand and all the answers. Still, there were other things...

"Bodie!"

"What? 'M holding your hand. No law is there?"

His answer was a mutter and a turn of Doyle's head to look out the side window, undoubtedly to scowl at the traffic. Doyle's right hand stayed in his, though, the fingers even curling up around the back of his hand.

A few seconds of silence passed and Bodie tried not to think about what gear he needed to be in.

"There is actually," said Doyle eventually.

"There is what?"

"A law."

"Until we're arrested then." And with that Bodie completely pushed his luck and brought Doyle's hand to his mouth, kissing it noisily before letting go to change gear. "There, happy now?"

"Ecstatic."

Bodie didn't have to look to hear the smile.

"So, what's the plan then? How about... Bodie, where are we...?"

He'd wondered when Doyle would notice. "I'm taking Tom home for the end of his shift. Least we can do for the poor lad."

"You mean..?"

"Lion. Den. We're bearding him in it, sunshine."

And with that, Bodie signalled the turn for HQ and Doyle's booted foot slid off the dashboard.