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discoveredinaljTitle: Not Another Takeaway Christmas Eve
Author:krisser
Slash or Gen: slash
Archive at ProsLib: yes
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they have more fun with me
Notes: Many, many thanks to my betas
Happy hoildays
Not Another Takeaway Christmas Eve
by krisser
“Bodie! Doyle!” George Cowley’s voice boomed throughout the corridors of the CI5 halls.
Doyle stood up immediately, wiping the crumbs from his hands as he headed out the door of the restroom in the direction of the command. Bodie, on the other hand, gulped down his cup of coffee and popped his caramel biscuit into his mouth before he followed his partner.
Doyle walked quickly, matching the intensity of Cowley’s voice. Bodie followed more sedately, enjoying the view from behind.
“Your leave, along with your partner’s, is cancelled.” Cowley informed him.
“But my mum is expecting me for once, finally.” Doyle couldn’t hide his disappointment.
“Another year. I’ve assigned Lucas and McCabe up north until the new year.”
“Ah. . . “
“You wish to trade?”
Doyle flicked an imaginary crumb from his chest. “No, sir.”
“So be it.” Cowley closed his door.
Bodie noted the seriously crestfallen look on his partner’s face. It remained long after Cowley’s exit. The slump of his partner’s shoulders remained as Doyle turned to face him, and a plan began to form.
“No leave. Again!” Doyle groused.
“Wouldn’t want to trade places with Lucas and McCabe.” Bodie over-shuddered to make his point.
“Nor would I,” Doyle admitted. “Well, another takeaway Christmas eve.”
“Doyle, you mean that you would be willing to miss out on another gastronomic adventure? Where’s the fun in that?”
“Well, since you put it like that.” Doyle shrugged, good humour restored.
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Doyle flicked the snow off his windscreen before unlocking his door. He looked across his motor. “Lucas and McCabe are sitting in a car with double this amount of snow.” Doyle chuckled as he sat and pulled the door shut.
Bodie pulled his door shut as well. “Oi, we’ll hear Lucas complain ad nauseam upon his return.” Bodie’s panto of an aching head, garnered a nodding agreement from his partner. “Still very glad it’s not us,” Bodie added.
Doyle pulled out and headed in the direction of headquarters.
“As soon as we’re done, let’s head to my flat,” Bodie suggested.
“After finding an open takeaway on Christmas eve?”
“Nope, got food on order.”
“Ah, that explains all the phonebox calls.” Doyle grinned. “Thought you were running a call service on the side.” Doyle laughed at his own comment, thinking it very funny.
“Nah, just arranging food. Very important that,” Bodie stated in his most earnest voice.
“Will I need an overnight bag?”
“Already in the boot, along with some very fine wine.”
“What kind of takeaway is gracing the table tonight?”
“Not takeaway this time, old boy.”
“So what will I end up owing you?” Doyle asked with reservation.
“Nothing.”
“Ah, then, lead on, I shall enjoy it very much.” Doyle’s light tone was a fine indicator that he was well pleased with the situation.
An hour later Doyle trudged up the stairs, shaking the snow off with each step. Bodie followed him up doing much the same.
Doyle stopped at Bodie’s door and cocked his head to the side. “I think there’s Christmas music playing inside.”
Bodie stepped around his partner and pushed his key into the lock. ”Let’s see what’s up.” Bodie’s voice was playful.
Doyle narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have birds waiting in there?” Doyle found he was strangely disappointed with the prospect.
“Nah, what bird would want to wait around on the off chance that we’ll show up?” Bodie opened the door and stood aside.
Doyle stepped right in, curious about the laughing sounds emanating, only to freeze in place as he saw his mum and sister setting the table. His nephews were sitting next to the tree. . . tree? There hadn’t been a tree up yesterday.
“Merry Christmas,” Bodie said softly as the Doyle horde descended on the prodigal son.
After much hugging and kisses, slapping backs and wrestling, Ray Doyle smiled at his mum. “How?”
Mrs Doyle smiled warmly. “Oh, your Mr Bodie called and said you were so very disappointed that you couldn’t make it home this year. He sent a car to fetch us and all the food.”
“Ah, the food.” Doyle hugged his mum close.
“The tree was your sister’s idea. The boys trimmed it,” his mother added.
“Yes, I can tell.” He looked at the half-eaten gumdrops hanging on the branches.
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The time passed much too quickly. Mrs Doyle insisted on doing the cleanup while Doyle helped his sister take the kids down to the waiting vehicle.
Bodie sat back, sipping his drink, proud of all he’d accomplished. Doyle’s unrestrained laughter throughout the evening told him all he needed to know. It may not have been the gathering his partner had envisioned, but it was family nonetheless. At least for himself it was just that, and maybe a little bit more. . . . maybe a lot more.
“You should have more pie, Bodie.” Mrs Doyle handed him a large slice of apple pie. “This was wonderful. Thank you.”
Bodie dug into the pie to avoid having to do more than smile. Mrs Doyle patted Bodie on his shoulder.
Mrs Doyle hunted down her son. “This has been lovely. Especially as I never expected you this year.” Mrs Doyle smiled. “Make sure you bring your nice young man next year.”
“Yes, Mum.”
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Bodie and Doyle walked back up the stairs after watching the limo’s lights fade. Bodie locked the door behind them, before turning to smile at the tree covered in fairy lights and far less gumdrops than earlier.
Doyle watched his partner a bit before he handed Bodie a lager. “Thank you for arranging all this.” He eyed Bodie for a bit more. “My mum called you my nice young man. Are you my nice young man?”
Bodie looked at Doyle, a happy light in his eyes, “Yes, I quite think I am.”
Doyle moved in close. “I thought so as well.” His kiss was welcomed with a matching enthusiasm.
Fin
2020
Author:krisser
Slash or Gen: slash
Archive at ProsLib: yes
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they have more fun with me
Notes: Many, many thanks to my betas
Happy hoildays
Not Another Takeaway Christmas Eve
by krisser
“Bodie! Doyle!” George Cowley’s voice boomed throughout the corridors of the CI5 halls.
Doyle stood up immediately, wiping the crumbs from his hands as he headed out the door of the restroom in the direction of the command. Bodie, on the other hand, gulped down his cup of coffee and popped his caramel biscuit into his mouth before he followed his partner.
Doyle walked quickly, matching the intensity of Cowley’s voice. Bodie followed more sedately, enjoying the view from behind.
“Your leave, along with your partner’s, is cancelled.” Cowley informed him.
“But my mum is expecting me for once, finally.” Doyle couldn’t hide his disappointment.
“Another year. I’ve assigned Lucas and McCabe up north until the new year.”
“Ah. . . “
“You wish to trade?”
Doyle flicked an imaginary crumb from his chest. “No, sir.”
“So be it.” Cowley closed his door.
Bodie noted the seriously crestfallen look on his partner’s face. It remained long after Cowley’s exit. The slump of his partner’s shoulders remained as Doyle turned to face him, and a plan began to form.
“No leave. Again!” Doyle groused.
“Wouldn’t want to trade places with Lucas and McCabe.” Bodie over-shuddered to make his point.
“Nor would I,” Doyle admitted. “Well, another takeaway Christmas eve.”
“Doyle, you mean that you would be willing to miss out on another gastronomic adventure? Where’s the fun in that?”
“Well, since you put it like that.” Doyle shrugged, good humour restored.
----------------
Doyle flicked the snow off his windscreen before unlocking his door. He looked across his motor. “Lucas and McCabe are sitting in a car with double this amount of snow.” Doyle chuckled as he sat and pulled the door shut.
Bodie pulled his door shut as well. “Oi, we’ll hear Lucas complain ad nauseam upon his return.” Bodie’s panto of an aching head, garnered a nodding agreement from his partner. “Still very glad it’s not us,” Bodie added.
Doyle pulled out and headed in the direction of headquarters.
“As soon as we’re done, let’s head to my flat,” Bodie suggested.
“After finding an open takeaway on Christmas eve?”
“Nope, got food on order.”
“Ah, that explains all the phonebox calls.” Doyle grinned. “Thought you were running a call service on the side.” Doyle laughed at his own comment, thinking it very funny.
“Nah, just arranging food. Very important that,” Bodie stated in his most earnest voice.
“Will I need an overnight bag?”
“Already in the boot, along with some very fine wine.”
“What kind of takeaway is gracing the table tonight?”
“Not takeaway this time, old boy.”
“So what will I end up owing you?” Doyle asked with reservation.
“Nothing.”
“Ah, then, lead on, I shall enjoy it very much.” Doyle’s light tone was a fine indicator that he was well pleased with the situation.
An hour later Doyle trudged up the stairs, shaking the snow off with each step. Bodie followed him up doing much the same.
Doyle stopped at Bodie’s door and cocked his head to the side. “I think there’s Christmas music playing inside.”
Bodie stepped around his partner and pushed his key into the lock. ”Let’s see what’s up.” Bodie’s voice was playful.
Doyle narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have birds waiting in there?” Doyle found he was strangely disappointed with the prospect.
“Nah, what bird would want to wait around on the off chance that we’ll show up?” Bodie opened the door and stood aside.
Doyle stepped right in, curious about the laughing sounds emanating, only to freeze in place as he saw his mum and sister setting the table. His nephews were sitting next to the tree. . . tree? There hadn’t been a tree up yesterday.
“Merry Christmas,” Bodie said softly as the Doyle horde descended on the prodigal son.
After much hugging and kisses, slapping backs and wrestling, Ray Doyle smiled at his mum. “How?”
Mrs Doyle smiled warmly. “Oh, your Mr Bodie called and said you were so very disappointed that you couldn’t make it home this year. He sent a car to fetch us and all the food.”
“Ah, the food.” Doyle hugged his mum close.
“The tree was your sister’s idea. The boys trimmed it,” his mother added.
“Yes, I can tell.” He looked at the half-eaten gumdrops hanging on the branches.
-------
The time passed much too quickly. Mrs Doyle insisted on doing the cleanup while Doyle helped his sister take the kids down to the waiting vehicle.
Bodie sat back, sipping his drink, proud of all he’d accomplished. Doyle’s unrestrained laughter throughout the evening told him all he needed to know. It may not have been the gathering his partner had envisioned, but it was family nonetheless. At least for himself it was just that, and maybe a little bit more. . . . maybe a lot more.
“You should have more pie, Bodie.” Mrs Doyle handed him a large slice of apple pie. “This was wonderful. Thank you.”
Bodie dug into the pie to avoid having to do more than smile. Mrs Doyle patted Bodie on his shoulder.
Mrs Doyle hunted down her son. “This has been lovely. Especially as I never expected you this year.” Mrs Doyle smiled. “Make sure you bring your nice young man next year.”
“Yes, Mum.”
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Bodie and Doyle walked back up the stairs after watching the limo’s lights fade. Bodie locked the door behind them, before turning to smile at the tree covered in fairy lights and far less gumdrops than earlier.
Doyle watched his partner a bit before he handed Bodie a lager. “Thank you for arranging all this.” He eyed Bodie for a bit more. “My mum called you my nice young man. Are you my nice young man?”
Bodie looked at Doyle, a happy light in his eyes, “Yes, I quite think I am.”
Doyle moved in close. “I thought so as well.” His kiss was welcomed with a matching enthusiasm.
Fin
2020
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