discoveredinalj | Discovered in the Yuletide Spirit

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Oh, oh, I'm the first this year. It's so exciting to open the first door of our DIALJ Advent Calendar.

It's that time of the year

It was that time of the year again. Bodie and Doyle sat in Charlie's small room, reading the paper, drinking tea and wrapping up the first presents, while they discussed what they could give to their beloved leader Cowely. Charlie pottered around in the corner, clearing up, eavesdropping.

"Well, we could buy him some opera tickets," Bodie suggested.

"Nah, it will only remind him about the disaster with Annie Irving. You know he had theatre tickets for her, don't you?"

"Okay, so what about a good history book?"

"Ah, no." Doyle answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. "He's living history himself."

"I have an idea," Charlie said, turning around. "Why don't you give him something he doesn't have?"

"Well yeah, that's the idea, but we don't know what!" Bodie rolled his eyes.

"What do you mean, Charlie?" Doyle asked

"He has a small collection of whisky in his cellar. Heres the spar key. Go see what's missing there and you have your present."

"That's great! You go and take a look, Bodie. I'll drive to the Ministry and warn you when he comes out."

Bodie took the key and drove as fast as he could to Cowley's home. He opened the door and stepped into the cellar, than stopped in shock. That was a "small collection"?

Two hours later they met a Piccadilly Circus.

"You won't believe it, but I think the only whisky he didn't have is a good 18 years old Glenfiddich. "We'll pick up a bottle in the offie."

"Course I believe it," Doyle said. "He doesn't give us the good stuff, does he?"

They wandered through the Christmas shoppers and tourists "Ah, here we go!" Bodie suddenly exclaimed.

Doyle looke dubiously at the rather distinguished looking shop, then followed.

They walked past the shelves lined with bottles, from Aberloury to Cardhu, Lagervoulin to MacAllan, Slantheva, Tamnavulin and Tobermory. When they found the Glenfiddich, practically hidden away on the very botom shelf, Doyle's eyes narrowed. "What? Six quid eighty for one bottle? You must be joking!"

The gentelman in the tweed suit beside the cash register looked up and frowned.

"Okay, I have another idea." Bodie dragged him out of the shop to the Capri. He opened the boot. "Look what else I found in his cellar. We could frame it. Look good over the mantelpiece, don't you think?"

Two days later they stood in front of Cowley's desk.

"What do you want? You know, at this time of the year aou should be out on the streets, not here at HQ. So what do you want, men?" he asked.

"Well, like you said, sir. It's that time of the year and we... uh we have a little present for you."

"A present? For me? Spit it out you two, what is it? Did you decide to tell me you're lovers. I've know that since Easter."

"Uh....you know.....?" stammered Bodie, while a blushing Doyle looked at everything in the office except Cowley. "What should we say, we....uh....."

"Aye lad, I know. But you said something about a present for me?" Smiling he put his glasses back on.

Doyle grabbed the parcel, which was hidden behind Bodies back.

"You see, sir, we found this in your cellar and we thought it might look very good in a frame on your wall, sir."

He handed the parcel to Cowley.

"In my cellar" Curiosity got the better of him - what had these two done now? It was much too big for a bottle of whisky. He ripped the paper open and gazed in amazement at what he saw.

Before he could say anything, there sounded a unanimous "Merry Christmas, sir!" - and then the door slammed.