May Day - part eight
May. 8th, 2008 02:04 pm"You couldn't follow your granny to the corner shop!"
"Terrible, isn't it?" Murphy agreed, unrepentant. "All that training wasted."
"Almost as if you wanted us to see you…"
"Almost. Care to tell me where you're off to, save me the bother of losing you and having to find you again?"
Doyle looked around at Bodie, standing solidly behind him, shook his head at Murphy, still smiling affably.
"Alright, how about the best pub to meet you in tonight, and you can tell me all about it then?" Murph reached out and clapped them both on the shoulder, gave them a shake for emphasis. "I'm not your enemy. Cowley's not your enemy. He wants this sorted as much as you do."
Bodie shrugged him off, brushed at his shoulder. "And then what?"
"And then what, what? Business as usual!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Come on Bodie," Murph tipped his head, smiled at the both, "We're all on the same team, you know. Whatever Cowley thinks you've done…"
"Whatever…" Doyle began, cut himself off abruptly. Murphy didn't know. Cowley hadn't shown him the pictures, hadn't even told him what this was all about. And if he didn't know, then maybe the Cow would play this close to his chest – maybe no one else on the squad would know either. "It's a mistake, is what it is. And we can find out who made it a lot quicker without having to dodge you for the rest of the day, alright?"
"I've gotta tell the Cow something!"
"Tell him you lost us. It's the truth – almost," Bodie suggested.
"He'll have my guts for garters. He knows we're mates, he'll think I did it on purpose! He wants to help. Whatever it is…"
Doyle rolled his eyes. "You're fishing, Murph. It's photos – incriminating photos. Or at least they look incriminating, and that's all Cowley cares about."
"What, you two…?" Murphy's eyes were wide. "You mean...?"
"Only thing you'll catch with that technique is old boots, mate," Bodie shook his head sadly.
"Drugs," Doyle interrupted, "They've been a little selective about the angles they chose, so it looks like…"
"…you're taking 'em not examining them," Murphy finished for him. "Bloody 'ell, you can be sacked for… I mean…"
"It's alright, Murph, we know what you mean. Look, we'll meet you in the Bell and Badger around nine tonight, okay? Let you know what we've found out and you can feed it back to the Cow like a good lad tomorrow."
Murphy nodded philosophically. "Alright – I'll even get the first round in, how about that?"
"Too right you will!" Bodie took Murph by the shoulder, turned him back towards his car, and gave him a gentle shove. "Now will you get out of here, and let the real experts get back to work?"
He flashed them a final grin before manoeuvring the Cortina back onto the road, waved a long arm out the window, and disappeared around the corner.
"Right then," Bodie said, picking a small silver device from under Doyle's collar, "Let's get going again, shall we?" He looked around the quiet road, lined with warehouses on one side and the backs of businesses on the other, shrugged, and took the bug over to the only other vehicle in sight – a red Lada standing squarely outside what advertised itself as "Khumal's Carpets – please ring top bell for deliveries" – sticking it firmly under the wheel arch.
Doyle grinned, and turned back to the Audi. They'd find Marty, get Bodie tooled up, and then – he lost his smile – then he knew just where to start tracking down a certain intrusive photographer.
"Terrible, isn't it?" Murphy agreed, unrepentant. "All that training wasted."
"Almost as if you wanted us to see you…"
"Almost. Care to tell me where you're off to, save me the bother of losing you and having to find you again?"
Doyle looked around at Bodie, standing solidly behind him, shook his head at Murphy, still smiling affably.
"Alright, how about the best pub to meet you in tonight, and you can tell me all about it then?" Murph reached out and clapped them both on the shoulder, gave them a shake for emphasis. "I'm not your enemy. Cowley's not your enemy. He wants this sorted as much as you do."
Bodie shrugged him off, brushed at his shoulder. "And then what?"
"And then what, what? Business as usual!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Come on Bodie," Murph tipped his head, smiled at the both, "We're all on the same team, you know. Whatever Cowley thinks you've done…"
"Whatever…" Doyle began, cut himself off abruptly. Murphy didn't know. Cowley hadn't shown him the pictures, hadn't even told him what this was all about. And if he didn't know, then maybe the Cow would play this close to his chest – maybe no one else on the squad would know either. "It's a mistake, is what it is. And we can find out who made it a lot quicker without having to dodge you for the rest of the day, alright?"
"I've gotta tell the Cow something!"
"Tell him you lost us. It's the truth – almost," Bodie suggested.
"He'll have my guts for garters. He knows we're mates, he'll think I did it on purpose! He wants to help. Whatever it is…"
Doyle rolled his eyes. "You're fishing, Murph. It's photos – incriminating photos. Or at least they look incriminating, and that's all Cowley cares about."
"What, you two…?" Murphy's eyes were wide. "You mean...?"
"Only thing you'll catch with that technique is old boots, mate," Bodie shook his head sadly.
"Drugs," Doyle interrupted, "They've been a little selective about the angles they chose, so it looks like…"
"…you're taking 'em not examining them," Murphy finished for him. "Bloody 'ell, you can be sacked for… I mean…"
"It's alright, Murph, we know what you mean. Look, we'll meet you in the Bell and Badger around nine tonight, okay? Let you know what we've found out and you can feed it back to the Cow like a good lad tomorrow."
Murphy nodded philosophically. "Alright – I'll even get the first round in, how about that?"
"Too right you will!" Bodie took Murph by the shoulder, turned him back towards his car, and gave him a gentle shove. "Now will you get out of here, and let the real experts get back to work?"
He flashed them a final grin before manoeuvring the Cortina back onto the road, waved a long arm out the window, and disappeared around the corner.
"Right then," Bodie said, picking a small silver device from under Doyle's collar, "Let's get going again, shall we?" He looked around the quiet road, lined with warehouses on one side and the backs of businesses on the other, shrugged, and took the bug over to the only other vehicle in sight – a red Lada standing squarely outside what advertised itself as "Khumal's Carpets – please ring top bell for deliveries" – sticking it firmly under the wheel arch.
Doyle grinned, and turned back to the Audi. They'd find Marty, get Bodie tooled up, and then – he lost his smile – then he knew just where to start tracking down a certain intrusive photographer.
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:18 pm (UTC)( Just one thing, hon, you have Doyle turning back to the Capri and I wrote them an Audi in the lock-up, since I figured they wouldn't really have access to the Capri anymore as they'd had to turn in their guns, badges, etc in.. or did you mean them to be using the Capri right under Cowley's nose anyway?? Wicked lads! In which case, maybe smn could save the nippy little Audi for later:))
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:22 pm (UTC)And the lads are way too good for Murphy... hah! *vbg*
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:24 pm (UTC)It is fun - I thought it'd died a death for a little while there, but phew for its total rescue!
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:25 pm (UTC)And yeah. Hah. *g*
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:41 pm (UTC)Ooh, some lovely details here, including the bug and the Red Lada.
Loved the conversation between the lads and Murphy and Murply thinking he's so slick.
Thanks!
Can I claim this, or is someone else up?
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:43 pm (UTC)Claim away, I can't see that anyone else has! Yeay! *g*
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Date: 2008-05-08 02:13 pm (UTC)Erm... have you been sneaking a peek at Schnuffi's place? I don't mind embarrassing myself at all to amuse a friend!
I'm actually thinking of "angsting" the place up a little... unless you'd prefer me to have them drive into some bushes... *bats eyelashes*
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Date: 2008-05-08 02:25 pm (UTC)Shhh! I'm in a meeting...
Date: 2008-05-08 02:52 pm (UTC)Sorry! I was answering a comment from
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Date: 2008-05-08 02:37 pm (UTC)And gosh ... aren't we all busy doing this and not doing other things!
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