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One Night in Bangkok (Part Two of Two)
by LilyK

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"Bodie! For chrissake, Bodie!"

Bodie surfaced slowly, feeling lethargic and groggy. His lungs hurt, and he began coughing harshly. "Ray?" he croaked.

"Bodie, wake up!"

Bodie was yanked upright, and Doyle's hand connected with his cheek, slapping him roughly several times. "Christ, Doyle!" Bodie growled, shoving Doyle way.

"The house is on fire! Get out now!"

"Fire?" he said stupidly, coughing again. "What?"

"Come on, mate," Doyle ordered.

Bodie focused, the smoke irritating his eyes and lungs. He blinked fiercely as his eyes teared and finally seemed to have some control of his body. The smoke made his eyes burn, and his brain felt slow and thick. As he swayed on his feet, he had enough presence of mind to shout, "Hang on! I'm not running outside naked as the day I was born!"

Doyle glared. "You're joking!"

"Am not!" Bodie complained. "Go on! I'll catch up!"

"You are a first class moron! Here!" Doyle yelled, throwing Bodie's tracksuit at him. "Hurry up!"

Bodie yanked on the tracksuit even as Doyle pulled on his arm.

"Put this over your mouth!" Doyle yelled.

Something smacked into Bodie's face. He grabbed at the material and pressed it against his face. The cloth did filter out some of the smoke, and he was finally able to breathe a bit easier as Doyle, with the torch in hand, towed him towards the door.

"Bodie!" Doyle cried as Bodie abruptly stopped, pulling his arm away. "Now what?"

"My gun!" Bodie answered, stumbling back to the bed, where he pulled his weapon out from under the pillow. His brain finally started functioning more clearly, and he knew better than to step outside without his weapon. "Go!" he shouted, following the torch's beam as Doyle raced to the front door.

Bodie stood close to Doyle as he struggled with the locks. He glanced behind him, seeing the fingers of flame reaching toward them from the burning kitchen. A shower of spark flew through the air and landed on the sofa. It smouldered for a moment before the material burst into flames. The small radio that had kept them entertained earlier started to melt in the heat of the sofa's blaze. Finally, Doyle unfastened the last lock and grabbed Bodie's hand, dragging him out into the cool, clear night.

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They stumbled onto the pavement when shots rang out. Doyle threw himself at Bodie, and they both landed on the ground hard. Bodie let out a grunt of pain when Doyle fell on top of him.

"Bodie?"

"I'm okay," he said between clenched teeth. His body screamed in protest as his various healing injuries were jarred harshly.

Two more shots rang out. Bodie heard the bullets thud into the side of the house, well over their heads.

"We need better cover. Head 'round to the right, behind the house. I'll cover you."

"Doyle-"

"Go!" Doyle raised up slightly and returned fire.

With a growl, Bodie scrambled to his feet and staying low, scuttled forwards while Doyle laid cover fire. He lurched around the side of the house and fell to his bum, back to the wall. "Doyle!" he shouted, shooting his own weapon towards the wall where he thought he'd seen muzzle fire. Doyle moved quickly, joining Bodie in moments. Skirting around him, Doyle sat down, his back against the wall as well.

"We need to get out of here. This place is going to burn."

As if Doyle's words were the catalyst, a shower of sparks exploded from the roof to rain down on their heads and around their feet. "Shit!" Bodie rose, keeping his back firmly pressed to the wooden wall while he brushed a hand through his hair as the sparks fell.

Doyle leaned closer to Bodie. "We can't go out the back garden. It's open for miles that way. Whoever this is, he's bound to see us in the moonlight. If he has a long-distance scope..."

"We can't stay here, mate. We'll be well toasted in minutes. This place is a tinderbox."

"I'll draw his fire, and you go for the car. Here are the keys."

"I don't bloody need the keys! You hold the keys."

"If I don't make it, you'll need the keys!"

"Moron," Bodie growled. "I'm not going without you!"

"One of us needs to call for help."

"Where's your R/T?"

"In the sodding house!"

"Oh, good plan that is. The car it is, mate. You go first."

"Not on your life."

"Arsehole."

"Dumb crud."

"Doyle!" Bodie said with exasperation.

"Ready? On three. Three, two-"

Bodie quickly wrapped his hand around Doyle's neck and brought their lips together roughly. He kissed him hard for a moment before he let go. "One."

Doyle leaned out and fired while Bodie raced for the Capri. Shots rang out from the sniper. Bodie chanced a glance to his left, taking better care to mark the sniper's muzzle report as Doyle fired. He dove to the ground, but not before he realised that none of the shots had even come the least bit close. They were wild and poorly aimed. Ignoring his body's protests at the rough treatment, Bodie scrambled to his knees and rested his elbow on the bonnet as he took aim and started shooting to lay cover for Doyle. Even the most inept sniper could hit a target once in a while, he reckoned, and he'd be damned if this bastard's target would be his partner.

Doyle sprinted across the distance from the house to the Capri. The house was now fully engulfed in flames, and the light from the fire lit up their hiding spot clearly. The sniper shot again, but once more, the bullets didn't even hit the car, let alone either man hiding behind it.

"Sodding amateur," Bodie growled, checking his clip. "I'm down to one round."

"I have a spare clip.

"Where'd you have it? In your arse?"

Doyle chuckled dryly. "We all have our secrets, sunshine."

"You're a daft nutter, Doyle."

"Ta for that."

"Did you notice this idiot can't hit the broad side of a barn?"

"And you're complaining?"

"No, just making mention of the fact. You'd think a sniper would be better trained."

"Lucky for us."

"Strange... The bomb was poorly made and detonated too soon. Now he's a bad shot."

"What are you getting at?"

"Whoever it is, they're not very good at the assassination game."

"And you'd be happier if they were more competent?" Doyle asked incredulously.

"No, berk. I'm saying he's an amateur, and that we can take this nutter, for once and for all. We're better than he is, after all," Bodie added smartly.

Doyle raised an eyebrow. Another shot rang out. The bullet went wide, thudding into the dirt twenty feet away. They both scrunched down instinctively before they looked at each other. "What's the plan?" Doyle asked.

"There's enough cover for me to go straight at him. He's behind that wall, forty yards ahead. I saw his muzzle fire."

"I'll go 'round back."

"Give you two minutes."

"Right."

Bodie watched his partner as he carefully kept out of the fire's light and disappeared from sight. He laid out his path: around the Capri, behind the wooden fence, across a small garden bordered by a four-foot hedge, then through the opening in the wall behind which the sniper lay hidden.

With the ease of experienced partners, Bodie knew exactly when Doyle was within striking distance. He knew that Doyle would give the sniper a chance to surrender if he could, and he wanted to be sure to be where he needed to be in case the nutter pulled anything and he could cover his partner. Doyle might give the arsehole a chance to give up, but Bodie might not be as amenable this night. He made his move.

When Bodie advanced, another shot was fired at him, but he wasn't surprised any longer when the shots, while definitely aimed at him, missed by a wide margin. None of them seemed to come within four feet of him since he'd been noticing the poor marksmanship. Either this moron was half-blind or half-pissed, or plain incompetent. With a snicker, he hoped that the assassin hadn't been paid in advance for his services.

Bodie had made it to the opening in the brick wall when he heard Doyle's voice call out, "Drop the rifle, or I'll drop you where you stand!"

Bodie ran forward just as the sniper was surrendering. In the moonlight, he could see the glint of the weapon as it was tossed aside. Doyle was already on the sniper, turning him and shoving him hard into the brick wall.

"Hands back!" Doyle ordered. Bodie could clearly hear the snap of Doyle's handcuffs.

Bodie arrived as Doyle grabbed the sniper by the back of the shirt and spun him around, pushing him back against the wall.

Bodie looked into the shadowed face of the sniper. "What the-," he growled, grabbing the man by the shirt and dragging him forward a few feet into the flickering light of the house's blazing fire. He pulled the man's cap from his head. Long, dark hair fell around the sniper's shoulders. The sniper's face turned towards him. The eyes were wide, but the mouth was turned upwards in a cold grin. Bodie's eyes widened as recognition set in. "Bloody hell! It's a damned girl!"

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"Carol Forrest. I'd never have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself." Bodie sighed tiredly, his head falling back against the headrest.

Doyle shifted into fourth and turned onto the motorway, merging into the early morning traffic. "Wasn't your fault, Bodie."

"Didn't think it was. I'm just -- surprised. She seemed so quiet and friendly when I met her at her folks' place."

"Before or after you burst in, accusing her father of being involved in two bombings?"

"You know he was guilty as sin!"

"Calm down, mate. I know he was. She's a nutter, Bodie."

"I didn't know about her folks... that Forrest died in the nick, and that her mum turned alcoholic. Not her fault her family screwed up." Bodie fell silent, remembering the fresh-faced girl he'd spoken to that day, right after the restaurant bombing.

Bodie could feel Doyle's gaze on him, but he stayed quiet. Doyle finally said, "Thank God she was an incompetent criminal, or you'd be history."

Bodie snorted with cold amusement. "I'm grateful."

"I didn't mean- Christ, Bodie, I'm glad you weren't hurt any worse, but you were still injured! I care about that, in case you've forgotten! She did hurt you and would have killed you if she could have!"

Bodie sighed, closing his eyes. "Sorry, sunshine. Don't pay any attention to me. I'm plain knackered."

"I know you are. I'm sorry as well. Shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You've had a rough time of it."

"I'm fine." Bodie opened his eyes to glance over at Doyle. The care and concern for him radiated from every pore of his partner's being. He finally smiled. "And hungry."

Doyle cast over a warm smile in response. "Of course you are."

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine. I have that big bath."

Bodie stared at the side of Doyle's head as his partner focused on his driving. "Eh?"

"Yeah," Doyle said with a grin. "You need a good scrubbing. And I'm just the man to give it to you."

Bodie smiled. "That sounds quite interesting."

"You'll like it. Trust me."

"That's what you said last night."

"And did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Like it, you moron!"

"Quite."

They both grinned.

"Be home in ten minutes," Doyle offered, changing lanes.

"Like the sound of that -- home. You and me, mate."

Bodie watched Doyle intently, and he was pleased to see a grin cross his partner's lips. "Yeah," Doyle said simply.

Grinning himself, Bodie leaned forward to switch on the radio. "Shall we try our luck again?"

Doyle nodded. "Might as well. Who knows? Today might be our lucky day again."

The radio crackled to life, and the words to the song playing echoed through the Capri: The wild boys are calling, on their way back from the fire; In august moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise...

Bodie looked at Doyle, who glanced back at him before they both started to laugh. Doyle pulled into the car park next to his flat block and turned off the engine. They sat and listened to the rest of the song together, Bodie's fingers entwined with Doyle's.

Wild boys never lose it; wild boys never chose their way; wild boys never close your eyes; wild boys always shine...

"Come on, you," Doyle said. "I have plans."

Bodie smiled. "Cheers, my wild boy. Lead the way."

The End

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Title: One Night In Bangkok
Author: LilyK
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Rating: NC-17 (approx. 13,200 words)
Warnings: m/m, explicit sex, song lyrics, romance
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes
Notes: Thanks to my beta readers for all of their hard work.
Songs references:
Eugene Wilde -- Gotta Get You Home Tonight
Frankie Goes To Hollywood -- The Power of Love
Elvis Presley -- King Creole
Murray Head -- One Night In Bangkok
Ray Parker Jr. -- Ghostbusters
Duran Duran -- The Wild Boys