Round Robin - Start
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discoveredinaljThe crowd milled, mindless government employees chattered, drinks were supped. Feeling like a cross between a stuffed shirt and a spare groom at a wedding, Bodie worried at his bow tie and tossed a hopeful look at his partner. For two hours they'd suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous speeches, surely no one would miss them if they slipped out now. Duty done. They'd had plans for this evening, and none of them involved the brainless blondes from the Home Office that Doyle was busy chatting up.
Much to Bodie's annoyance, Doyle ignored him. That would never work. If he wanted to Doyle to himself - and the aforementioned plans had included just the two of them in Bodie's bed - he had to at least get Doyle to listen.
In such circumstances, there was only one solution, and that was rhubarb.
Leaning forward, so his chin propped uncomfortably on Doyle's shoulder, Bodie gave the idea a whirl. "Rhubarb."
The conversation ground to a halt as all attention turned his way. Bodie grinned. Mission accomplished. "It's what extras say in crowd scenes," he offered by way of explanation.
Much to Bodie's annoyance, Doyle ignored him. That would never work. If he wanted to Doyle to himself - and the aforementioned plans had included just the two of them in Bodie's bed - he had to at least get Doyle to listen.
In such circumstances, there was only one solution, and that was rhubarb.
Leaning forward, so his chin propped uncomfortably on Doyle's shoulder, Bodie gave the idea a whirl. "Rhubarb."
The conversation ground to a halt as all attention turned his way. Bodie grinned. Mission accomplished. "It's what extras say in crowd scenes," he offered by way of explanation.
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Part 15
Date: 2007-01-24 06:00 pm (UTC)“Shh!” Ray canted his head to focus on the sound.
Tearing his eyes away from the sight of Ray’s soft neck and re-arranging himself within restrictive clothing, Bodie tried hard to focus on the sound and not on the temptation before him.
“What’s down there?” Ray whispered.
“The study.”
A loud thud sent an eerie echo rippling throughout the inky dark halls.
Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck lift, Bodie’s fingers ran over the butt of his gun just inside his jacket.
Ray looked back, his eyes wide. “I don’t like this.”
“Come on.” Moving off, Bodie drew his gun and silently led the way down the dark corridor.
Either side of the doorway now, their eyes met in what little light there was. The vibration of each thud resonated through the wooden door.
Counting back silently together, Bodie kicked it open, as Ray threw himself into a roll coming up on his knees just inside the room, ready to fire.
Books littered the floor, but there was no one there. Both sets of eyes met in confusion, then as one, were drawn to the net curtain as it billowed in the breeze.