May Day - Part Eleven

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Doyle looked after him, temper rising, as Bodie strode back to the car, slammed the door, and started the engine. Fine. If he was going to act like some love-sick teenager then Bodie'd better be prepared to be treated like one. He'd tried to apologise once, and…

Bodie revved the engine hard, and despite the fact that he really didn't want to get back in the car with the sulky bastard, Doyle wanted to leave him alone to his own devices even less.

"The pictures are the least of our worries if Cowley knows, you know," he said as he got in, slamming his own door as viciously as he could. "You don't think he's got enough on his plate without worrying about the newspapers finding out about us?"

Bodie was silent, eyes focussed coldly and single-mindedly on the road ahead. He drove quickly, dodging other vehicles with skill and precision, but a muscle twitched by his mouth as Doyle spoke, and Doyle pressed the attack.

"Be great that would, wouldn't it? Front page news – " he traced a headline in the air with both hands, "CI5 agents caught in tawdry sex scandal – Geraldine Mather: 'I knew the day would come'!"

"Oh, what's it got to do with her?"

Well, at least he was talking again. "She'd love it, you know she would! All her dreams come true… And we'd both be for the chop – she'd have her pound of flesh in the end!"

"Oh, come on Doyle," Bodie took his eyes from the road to shoot him a look of pure disdain, "I'm no Russian agent, Cowley's not exactly in the Cabinet – and you're no leggy beauty."

"I don't suppose I am!" he shot back, though it had been well-aimed, that one. He'd thought Bodie at least… "But it's not what really happened they'll care about, is it? It's how much dirt they can fling in the first place!"

"Cowley deserves to know!"

"Why?" he demanded automatically, even as he dreaded the answer. He knew Bodie's loyalty was as strong as his own – but if it came to a choice between Doyle and their boss? For a moment, just a moment, when Bodie gave him those keys, he'd been more sure of Bodie's answer than anything else in the world, but now…

"Because he's a good man, you've said so yourself!"

"Yeah but…"

"We're here."

Fifteen minutes they'd made that in, not bad for a Friday afternoon – and there was Martell, suave as ever, sitting over by the roses.

"Given up the river business?" he asked nastily as they approached the man. He never had liked him – made his skin crawl. And he never had found out how he and Bodie knew each other in the first place. But they needed another shooter, something smaller than Bodie's collection of rifles had provided, and Martell was the quickest route they had.

"Certain aspects of it," Martell said calmly, with a small smile. "Not," he ran his eyes up and down Doyle's body, as he did every time they met, and Doyle wanted to hit him, "Everything."

Comments

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

That last line made me giggle out loud! Good work. Nice bit of bite to this, but I know our lads will work it out in the end. Hopefully.

[sunray45.livejournal.com]

Oo-er missus!! That last line. No wonder Doyle is wary of Martell. ;)

This is all hotting up very nicely.

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Hee! Love Marty, even if Doyle doesn't.

OK, I claim the next one. Should get it done in the next few hours.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

"I'm no Russian agent, Cowley's not exactly in the Cabinet – and you're no leggy beauty." Oh, I did like this line! Wonderful bit of sarky anger from Master Bodie. And you finally got them to Martell, well done:))

[hambelandjemima.livejournal.com]

Excellent part, BSL. Snarky banter - and you're no leggy beauty, aww poor Doyle - and you got us back to Marty. *loves Marty*

Now... what will Marty want as payment???

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Hee - will they? Are you sure..? *g* And thank you!

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

It is, isn't it! *g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Yeay! Yeay, yeay, yeay. *g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Hee - well, they've only got one gun between them, they need another one! They have to see Marty! *g* I love that we're only at the beginning yet - I just hope that enough people are able to write bits to get us to the end! *g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Well thank you! *g*

They had to get to Marty sometime, now I wanna see what happens next, and we have a claimant too - yeay!

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Ah, at least they're talking again. And yes, I'm sure they'll make up and there'll be a happy end - even if I have to write it myself *glowers*

Love that last line *snicker* I suppose he referred to "rape all the men". Hope he'll never give it a try cause he wouldn't survive it. Being torn to pieces from two sides most likely *G*

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Yesssss! Can't wait to see what will happen next.

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

I suppose he referred to "rape all the men"
Lol - actually I was presuming they'd met again since HH, as the RoundRobin is set in 1981 and HH was... erm... 1978/9? I figure Martell's just got that way about him... *g*

There may well be a happy ending, but if it seems inevitable then for me it takes half the fun out of the whole thing! Where's the risk? What's the point? If it's all that easy then we might as well go back to bed and just sleep... *g*

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Of course there has to be trouble and lots of danger and misunderstandings first - we're not writing schmoopy romance here... or so I hope! Suppose we should keep the "going back to bed" minus the sleep till the end *EG*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Lol - see, for me the idea that there's lots of danger and misunderstandings and then a guaranteed happy ending is heading towards schmoopy romance. I want real risk, not pretend risk!

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Ok, I give up! I won't write the last part then *G* I only hope that this will not turn into death fic somewhere along the line because then I'm out for good.

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Lol - I think that's fairly unlikely, seeing as most people do seem to want guaranteed fluffy endings, but personally I promise nothing, ever. If I have to be my own risk, then I will! *g*

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Oh no! You didn't say it had to have a happy ending! Well, darn. Guess I'll have to take the last part and make sure. *beg*

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

personally I promise nothing, ever

heh, now that's fighting talk *g*

Love the predatory Martell ... but awww, Doyle ... he wants to be Bodie's leggy beauty, I like that a lot! Hum, now you mentioned a gun there didn't you .. yay, things could start getting a bit dodgy soon!

ps their expressions in your icon are fab. I could just eat them both for breakfast ... oh hold on, I've had breakfast already. Darn.

[shooting2kill.livejournal.com]

I think your writing of the boys is very true - I love the way you've got Doyle reacting to everything in ways only Doyle *could* act: temper rising and wanting to hit Martell (the perversity of being affronted that Martel could fancy him while at the same time - deep down maybe - wanting Bodie); and cold-eyed, singleminded Bodie, sick to the back teeth of sulky Doyle. I like the way we see through to the core of both of them via the eyes of the other. Great stuff.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, for no simple fast solutions! :D

Awwww... Doyle's feelings hurt about not being a leggy beauty... and Doyle *still* being obtuse about what Bodie might really be upset about.

Nicely played, thanks!

[ankaree.livejournal.com]

Excellent part! I enjoyed it very much. Thanks!