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discoveredinaljScanning the crowded sidewalks, Doyle winced as his worst fears were confirmed. The Christmas holiday season, with all its buzz and bustle, had arrived. He cursed Cowley for causing him to be out and about in the seasonal madness. He did not do Christmas.
Scanning the crowded sidewalks, Doyle winced as his worst fears were confirmed. The Christmas holiday season, with all its buzz and bustle, had arrived. He cursed Cowley for causing him to be out and about in the seasonal madness. He did not do Christmas.
“’I have a special assignment for you,’ Cowley says,” Doyle muttered to himself. “‘It’ll only take a small amount of your time’, he says.”
Bodie bumped Doyle’s shoulder as they slowly tried to make their way through the excited hoard in Harrods.
“The look on your face, sunshine – you’ll scare the berries off the mistletoe.” Bodie ruffled Doyle’s hair. “Not looking forward to the impending flurry of false frivolity and the regularly required rites of the season?”
“Bugger off, Bodie,” Doyle groused. “Don’t know why Cowley sent us on this daft assignment. How are we supposed to find anything in this mass of clueless consumers and what are we supposed to be getting? Doesn’t he remember what happened the last time he sent us to pick something up?”
“Lost his drawers, he did,” Bodie answered with a grin.
“And we almost lost our lives!” Doyle scowled as two screaming children ran past them, knocking his elbow into a display of Christmas candy.
“So what did you ask Father Christmas for?” Bodie tried to redirect Doyle’s worsening mood.
“My pay rise.” Doyle replied, straightening the boxes on the shelves.
Not surprised at all by the answer, Bodie swallowed the words poised on his tongue and said instead, “Well, I’ve gone and asked the Jolly old Gent for something a bit more fun.”
“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”
“His list of naughty girls!”
Doyle rolled his eyes. Bodie considered it a win when he saw Doyle’s lips twist into a quickly squelched grin.
“Let’s get this done, Ray. I’ve got plans for you tonight,” Bodie waggled his eyebrows. "And I'm starving."
“So, we’re supposed to meet the contact here in the Fragrance Department?” Doyle ignored Bodie’s suggestive tone and looked around for someone who might be Cowley’s grass.
“That’s what the Cow said.”
“Who would leave important Intel at a perfume counter?”
“Don’t know mate, but you could take advantage of the opportunity to do some Christmas shopping for your lady friend.”
“What the ‘ell are you talking about?”
“I’m sure Marge would be quite pleased if you were to buy her a bottle of a delicate scent. Something subtle, I’d suggest, to match her lovely personality.”
Bodie’s put on posh accent irritated Doyle even further. “Shut it, Bodie!”
“Lots of beautiful choices here.” Bodie grinned, ignoring Doyle as he eyed up the clerks behind the counter.
“You’re a pig.”
Bodie walked up to the perfume display. “Excuse me, miss. My boss told me that there would be a package waiting for me here. The name is Bodie.”
“Ah, yes, sir,” the red-headed sales clerk smiled at him warmly. She removed a festively wrapped package from under the display case and handed it to him. “Some lucky lady is getting a very special gift.” Her eyes took in all of Bodie as she finished, “You have good taste.”
Bodie ignored Doyle’s snort.
“Come over here and I’ll ring it up for you,” the salesgirl invited.
“I bet that’s not all she wants to ring up,” Doyle whispered and then realized what she’d said. “Ring it up??”
“Erm...” Bodie took in Doyle’s outraged expression and decided he’d better deal with her himself.
“Of course, miss. Lead the way.” He went to the counter turning to Doyle and showed him his empty wallet. Doyle glared but gave Bodie his credit card while uttering unflattering words directed at George Cowley.
“What’s that?” the clerk asked, hearing Doyle’s whispered tirade.
“Don’t mind him, miss. Bit of a scrooge, he is.”
Her smile, less sure than before, was accompanied by a ‘Happy Christmas’ as she handed Bodie the bag. “Hope your lady friend enjoys the perfume.”
Doyle stopped in his tracks.
Bodie put his hands on is partner’s shoulder and steered him away from the counter and out of the store.
“What the fuck, Bodie!”
“Language, Raymond. You don’t want Santa to hear you. It’ll be coal in the old Christmas stocking for you!”
“It’ll be more than coal for the old man once I get my hands on him. How dare he expect me to pay for his shopping? Some nerve he has.”
Bodie sighed as the haranguing of Cowley’s character continued through the drive back to HQ and on into the Controller’s office.
“Ah, you’re back lads. Did you collect the package?”
Bodie set the Harrods’s bag on his boss’s desk, while Doyle stood growling unprofessional words.
“Something wrong, Doyle?” Cowley asked innocently.
Bodie scrunched his face, waiting.
“What could be wrong? I just spent half of a week’s pay on perfume. I thought we were on an assignment.”
“And so you were.” Cowley picked up the package and smiled. “Ah, yes. Miss Walsh will be most pleased with this gift.”
“Miss Walsh? You had us doing your Christmas shopping? That a new part of part of our remit, is it?”
“Doyle.” Bodie dropped a hand on Doyle’s shoulder, met his eyes and shook his head.
“But...”
Bodie shook his head again.
Doyle sighed and his shoulders dropped.
“Your remit is whatever I decide it will be, 4.5. Now sit down, both of you.” Cowley opened his desk drawer and withdrew three glasses and a bottle of malt scotch.
Bodie rubbed his hands together and sat. Doyle dropped heavily into the chair next to him.
Cowley took a sip. “Finish up your drinks and then you’re on leave for the next thirty-six hours. Enjoy your leave.”
They quickly downed their drinks and headed towards the office door.
“Doyle,” Cowley called out.
“Yes, sir?”
Doyle turned back and Cowley handed him an envelope.
“All in a day’s work, lad.”
He and Bodie left the office.
“What’d you get?” Bodie asked, trying to take the small packet.
Doyle elbowed him aside and opened the envelope. He looked back towards Cowley’s office in surprise.
Cowley raised his glass in the open doorway. “Happy Holidays.”
Doyle shook his head, smiling for the first time that day. “Cash for the perfume and me pay-rise.”
Bodie grinned. “See Doyle, there is a Santa Claus – and dinner’s on you!”
Title: Christmas Curmudgeon
Author:merentha13
Archive to Pros Lib: Yes, please!
Genre: Slash
Characters/Pairing: Doyle/Bodie
Warnings: none
Scanning the crowded sidewalks, Doyle winced as his worst fears were confirmed. The Christmas holiday season, with all its buzz and bustle, had arrived. He cursed Cowley for causing him to be out and about in the seasonal madness. He did not do Christmas.
“’I have a special assignment for you,’ Cowley says,” Doyle muttered to himself. “‘It’ll only take a small amount of your time’, he says.”
Bodie bumped Doyle’s shoulder as they slowly tried to make their way through the excited hoard in Harrods.
“The look on your face, sunshine – you’ll scare the berries off the mistletoe.” Bodie ruffled Doyle’s hair. “Not looking forward to the impending flurry of false frivolity and the regularly required rites of the season?”
“Bugger off, Bodie,” Doyle groused. “Don’t know why Cowley sent us on this daft assignment. How are we supposed to find anything in this mass of clueless consumers and what are we supposed to be getting? Doesn’t he remember what happened the last time he sent us to pick something up?”
“Lost his drawers, he did,” Bodie answered with a grin.
“And we almost lost our lives!” Doyle scowled as two screaming children ran past them, knocking his elbow into a display of Christmas candy.
“So what did you ask Father Christmas for?” Bodie tried to redirect Doyle’s worsening mood.
“My pay rise.” Doyle replied, straightening the boxes on the shelves.
Not surprised at all by the answer, Bodie swallowed the words poised on his tongue and said instead, “Well, I’ve gone and asked the Jolly old Gent for something a bit more fun.”
“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”
“His list of naughty girls!”
Doyle rolled his eyes. Bodie considered it a win when he saw Doyle’s lips twist into a quickly squelched grin.
“Let’s get this done, Ray. I’ve got plans for you tonight,” Bodie waggled his eyebrows. "And I'm starving."
“So, we’re supposed to meet the contact here in the Fragrance Department?” Doyle ignored Bodie’s suggestive tone and looked around for someone who might be Cowley’s grass.
“That’s what the Cow said.”
“Who would leave important Intel at a perfume counter?”
“Don’t know mate, but you could take advantage of the opportunity to do some Christmas shopping for your lady friend.”
“What the ‘ell are you talking about?”
“I’m sure Marge would be quite pleased if you were to buy her a bottle of a delicate scent. Something subtle, I’d suggest, to match her lovely personality.”
Bodie’s put on posh accent irritated Doyle even further. “Shut it, Bodie!”
“Lots of beautiful choices here.” Bodie grinned, ignoring Doyle as he eyed up the clerks behind the counter.
“You’re a pig.”
Bodie walked up to the perfume display. “Excuse me, miss. My boss told me that there would be a package waiting for me here. The name is Bodie.”
“Ah, yes, sir,” the red-headed sales clerk smiled at him warmly. She removed a festively wrapped package from under the display case and handed it to him. “Some lucky lady is getting a very special gift.” Her eyes took in all of Bodie as she finished, “You have good taste.”
Bodie ignored Doyle’s snort.
“Come over here and I’ll ring it up for you,” the salesgirl invited.
“I bet that’s not all she wants to ring up,” Doyle whispered and then realized what she’d said. “Ring it up??”
“Erm...” Bodie took in Doyle’s outraged expression and decided he’d better deal with her himself.
“Of course, miss. Lead the way.” He went to the counter turning to Doyle and showed him his empty wallet. Doyle glared but gave Bodie his credit card while uttering unflattering words directed at George Cowley.
“What’s that?” the clerk asked, hearing Doyle’s whispered tirade.
“Don’t mind him, miss. Bit of a scrooge, he is.”
Her smile, less sure than before, was accompanied by a ‘Happy Christmas’ as she handed Bodie the bag. “Hope your lady friend enjoys the perfume.”
Doyle stopped in his tracks.
Bodie put his hands on is partner’s shoulder and steered him away from the counter and out of the store.
“What the fuck, Bodie!”
“Language, Raymond. You don’t want Santa to hear you. It’ll be coal in the old Christmas stocking for you!”
“It’ll be more than coal for the old man once I get my hands on him. How dare he expect me to pay for his shopping? Some nerve he has.”
Bodie sighed as the haranguing of Cowley’s character continued through the drive back to HQ and on into the Controller’s office.
“Ah, you’re back lads. Did you collect the package?”
Bodie set the Harrods’s bag on his boss’s desk, while Doyle stood growling unprofessional words.
“Something wrong, Doyle?” Cowley asked innocently.
Bodie scrunched his face, waiting.
“What could be wrong? I just spent half of a week’s pay on perfume. I thought we were on an assignment.”
“And so you were.” Cowley picked up the package and smiled. “Ah, yes. Miss Walsh will be most pleased with this gift.”
“Miss Walsh? You had us doing your Christmas shopping? That a new part of part of our remit, is it?”
“Doyle.” Bodie dropped a hand on Doyle’s shoulder, met his eyes and shook his head.
“But...”
Bodie shook his head again.
Doyle sighed and his shoulders dropped.
“Your remit is whatever I decide it will be, 4.5. Now sit down, both of you.” Cowley opened his desk drawer and withdrew three glasses and a bottle of malt scotch.
Bodie rubbed his hands together and sat. Doyle dropped heavily into the chair next to him.
Cowley took a sip. “Finish up your drinks and then you’re on leave for the next thirty-six hours. Enjoy your leave.”
They quickly downed their drinks and headed towards the office door.
“Doyle,” Cowley called out.
“Yes, sir?”
Doyle turned back and Cowley handed him an envelope.
“All in a day’s work, lad.”
He and Bodie left the office.
“What’d you get?” Bodie asked, trying to take the small packet.
Doyle elbowed him aside and opened the envelope. He looked back towards Cowley’s office in surprise.
Cowley raised his glass in the open doorway. “Happy Holidays.”
Doyle shook his head, smiling for the first time that day. “Cash for the perfume and me pay-rise.”
Bodie grinned. “See Doyle, there is a Santa Claus – and dinner’s on you!”
Title: Christmas Curmudgeon
Author:merentha13
Archive to Pros Lib: Yes, please!
Genre: Slash
Characters/Pairing: Doyle/Bodie
Warnings: none
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Date: 2022-12-19 06:36 am (UTC)Very cute, and I am sure glad that Miss Walsh gets the benefit this time round!!
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Date: 2022-12-19 10:09 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed this — thanks
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Date: 2022-12-19 10:18 am (UTC)Our one "rule" here at
(It's not just you - I need to remind someone else of this, and I forgot to add an lj-cut myself when I posted Felicity M. Parkinson's story, which I can't believe I did! But please if you could hide the trailer I'd appreciate it).
Thank you!
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Date: 2022-12-19 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-19 01:20 pm (UTC)I love it!
So many great lines here, you've got their humour just right and it's so *them*. Thank you!
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Date: 2022-12-19 11:35 pm (UTC)Finally! Doyle gets his pay rise! The earth has just stood still! Very nice, M. I enjoyed this thoroughly.
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Date: 2022-12-20 05:52 pm (UTC)I love it. The grumbling Doyle, who has to pay for Mr Cowley's present for Miss Walsh. Great idea.
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Date: 2022-12-22 01:26 am (UTC)Great fun!
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Date: 2022-12-24 12:03 pm (UTC)So sweet. Merry Christmas!
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Date: 2022-12-27 09:38 pm (UTC)