
Walking towards the Capri after wrapping up their interviews with witnesses to the conclusion of yesterday’s messy op, Doyle paused and pondered the snow falling all around them.
“Do you believe in magic?” he asked.
Bodie’s face lit up with a smile as he started to whistle.
“Don’t!” Doyle elbowed his partner, cutting off the syrupy tune.
“What the hell, Ray,” Bodie pouted, rubbing his side. He tapped on the bandage decorating Doyle’s forehead.
“Magic?” Bodie snickered. “Did that knock on the head yesterday loosen something inside here?”
“I’m serious. Look around. What do you see?”
“Snow. Nothing magical there; more of a nuisance.”
“Ah, there’s that poetry lover in you, yeah?” Doyle teased.
“It’s a snow covered neighbourhood, Doyle. No magic, no poetry,” Bodie huffed.
“And yet yesterday, right here, the pavement was covered with glass and the bloody remains of the Collins gang. The porch on the block over there was on fire. The air was filled with the sounds of blues and twos and kids crying. Now look again.”
Humouring his partner, Bodie turned around in a circle, considering; maybe Doyle had something there. He held out his hands and watched as snow danced in silent windblown eddies and lightly brushed against his cold exposed skin. Falling snow muffled the sounds of everyday living, creating a cloud of silence around them. The road was a clean white sparkling ribbon, or a new blank page – no sign of the earlier chaos. The street lamps all wore a soft pillow of snow, their lights softened by the gentle fall of precipitation.
He turned to Doyle, and was met by a playful quirk of knowing lips. “Okay, maybe there is something to this magic stuff,” he admitted. He pulled Doyle into his arms and rested their foreheads together. Running a finger softly along Doyle’s cheek he said, “After a day like yesterday… well, maybe we do need a little magic.”
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Title: Do You Believe in Magic?
Author: merentha13
Slash or Gen: slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes, please
Disclaimer: just for fun, no infringement intended