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merentha13.livejournal.comHow the Cow Stole Christmas
(with apologies to Dr Seuss)
Spotting Doyle sitting tensely on the settee in the squad meeting room, Bodie joined him and rested his arm along the back of the cushions, conveniently brushing against Doyle’s back as he did. At the light touch, Doyle’s tight shoulders dropped back down below his ears. Bodie smiled.
“What’s got your Christmas knickers in a knot today, sunshine?”
Doyle gave him a narrow eyed glare. “It’s Christmas Eve, Bodie. Another year we’re promised leave and at the whim of that Grinch Cowley we get called in. Four fucking years in a row, Bodie. We had plans!”
The door opened and a half dozen other CI5 agents entered the room voicing the same complaints as his partner. Bodie leaned in closer to Doyle and spoke:
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(with apologies to Dr Seuss)
Spotting Doyle sitting tensely on the settee in the squad meeting room, Bodie joined him and rested his arm along the back of the cushions, conveniently brushing against Doyle’s back as he did. At the light touch, Doyle’s tight shoulders dropped back down below his ears. Bodie smiled.
“What’s got your Christmas knickers in a knot today, sunshine?”
Doyle gave him a narrow eyed glare. “It’s Christmas Eve, Bodie. Another year we’re promised leave and at the whim of that Grinch Cowley we get called in. Four fucking years in a row, Bodie. We had plans!”
The door opened and a half dozen other CI5 agents entered the room voicing the same complaints as his partner. Bodie leaned in closer to Doyle and spoke:
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