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byslantedlight.livejournal.com

I did mean to post these on Christmas day, and then it was all Christmas Day-ish, and I'm sorry I forgot! Remember way back on Day 18? Lads playing drums please...

From

sc_fossil:
Using Comet Cupid + Rudolph:
cup — the lads use them
mic — ditto in the Capri
op — what the lads do
thump — what the lads do to bad guys
couple — what the lads are to me :)
= 5 + bonus for the last one *g* = 6
(and 6 words altogether)

From

macklingirl:
Using Prancer and Vixen + Rudolph:
Ann (Holly)
Liver (Bodie hates the liver sandwich)
care (because they care for each other)
Capri
= 4 + bonus for Capri + bonus for doing it in a second language *g* = 6

From

macklingirl:
Using Donner and Blitzen + Rudolph:
Bodie
Hurt
photo (Doyle takes a photo in Stirring of Dust)
Phone (Bodie uses the phone in Purging of CI5)
= 4 + bonus for doing it in a second language = 5
(and 8 words altogether)

From

merentha13:
(Except she wasn't sure whether you could use letters twice, which you generally can't, but to be fair I didn't say that and it's still quite clever to have made some of these so I'm leaving them there anyway, but even without counting them the result is the same... *g*)
Using Dasher and Dancer +Rudolph:
~~London~~
~~Anson~~
phone
~~Roses~~
~~copper~~
op
= 2

From

merentha13:
Using Prancer and Vixen +Rudolph:
Capri
~~London~~
lavender
police
driver
Ann
~~Liverpool~~
~~villain~~
= 5 + bonus for Capri = 6

From

merentha13:
Using Comet and Cupid +Rudolph:
Met
Copper
(or just Cop)
Murph
op
= 5

From

merentha13:
Using Donner and Blitzen +Rudolph:
London
op
Bodie
bullet
RT
= 5
(and 17 words altogether!)

And it is unbelievably a three-way tie for first place, with everyone getting six points in the single rounds, but I think we have to declare the overall winner as

merentha13 for making 17 words altogether, from all four combinations! *g*

Congratulations Merentha!

And here's the original post with all the original comments unscreened, so you can go back and say individual congrats to everyone!

ali15son.livejournal.com

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

It's the 6th of January, and traditionally the day when all Christmas festivities end, the decorations are put away, and life returns to... well, January.

So let's have one more day of people posting to the comm when they'd like to (and you can spill over into the next day in lads' land if you're on the other side and a bit behind our boys, because sadly there's no one to come after you tomorrow *g*), and then our fab reindeer adventure will be over...

Thank you everyone who has posted, or commented or generally joined in with our eighteenth December Pros festivities!

agt-spooky.livejournal.com

On this last day of the wonderful eighteenth year of the Pros festivities, I thought I'd share my own calendar with all of you, wishing you all a wonderful New Year and another fabulous year of celebrating our love for Bodie and Doyle!

merentha13.livejournal.com

hagsrus.livejournal.com

Older lads, Crackers universe
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macklingirl.livejournal.com

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

I think 2023 would have kept our lads very busy indeed - so here's hoping for a more peaceful, safe and joyous 2024 for everyone.

This was supposed to be a free-posting day for anyone who cared to, but I went and forgot in the wierdness of real life (which I'm determined will be over in 2024!) If you still have New Year's Day left with the lads (it's just 4pm here!) then please feel free to jump on!

macklingirl.livejournal.com

Opening Day
The Best Is Yet To Come Part III
by macklingirl

Bodie and Doyle were a bit nervous when they arrived at their pub. "I hope it'll be good tonight", Bodie said while he opened the door. "It was so much work to get this into good shape again."
"Oh, don't you worry, Bodie", Doyle answered and put down the basket with the china. "They will all come and it will be a great party."

( More under the cut )

"Let's take a break, Bodie. I can't stand on my feet any longer", Doyle said and sat down at the piano. "Let's play our song." Bodie sat down on the floor, took his guitar and they played for a while.

After fifteen minutes he sprang to his feet. "Come on, Doyle. We have no time to waste."

( And here comes even more )
( The guests arrived )( Disclaimer )

tango65.livejournal.com

"Twas the Night before Christmas" and Bodie and Doyle join an all agents call out. But more than evil doings are going on.

“Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…..” except for two very unimpressed CI5 agents, who were quickly gearing up in the middle of this cold and wintry night and wondering about Christmas poetry as they did so.

An RT call as they had snuggled up and as “visions of sugar plums danced in their heads”, had not left either agent in a generous mood and also perplexed about the growing poetry theme. However, they prepared quickly and silently, all communication achieved with a look or a quick touch.

Doyle slid behind the wheel of the gold Capri and took off with a squeal of tyres, as Bodie confirmed details by RT and they were off. The all agent call out to the backwoods was in full swing. Bodie queried the information coming through. “A reindeer farm?” That was momentous enough for Doyle to take his eyes off the very quiet road with a querying look to his partner. “Confirmed” came the disembodied voice “you are to rendezvous at Santa’s Reindeer Farm – the south gate. You will receive further instructions on arrival.” With a look and a shrug, Bodie confirmed for both of them and they continued on in the night.

“The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow” greeted them as they arrived at the rendezvous, noting the many CI5 agents already on site. They quickly gathered at their Chief’s side. Looking around and noting all in attendance, Cowley gave the briefing, finishing with “Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!” Bodie and Doyle looked at each other, the look speaking what they both felt as they moved away and into position. How had they ended up in a Christmas poem? What had they missed and what was yet to come?

A nudge from Bodie answered that first question, as out of the mist they saw what looked like “A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.” Before they had the chance to do more than gape in shock, the mist cleared and they recognised their intended target, not on a sleigh, but on the back of a truck, but in fact feeding eight reindeer (they were after all, at a reindeer farm).

A click on their RTs gave them the go to move in, and they did so, quickly and silently approaching their target, but not quickly enough. The man looked up, saw the approaching agents, thumped on the roof of the truck and” to his team gave a whistle”. The truck immediately lurched away from the approaching agents, stampeding the reindeer, which in turn scattered the converging agents.

All except Bodie and Doyle. Doyle saw his chance first, racing across to the horse standing in the corner of the paddock and yelling to his partner. Doyle leapt onto the horse, then circled round and hauled his partner behind him, managing to somehow avoid “the pawing and prancing of each little hoof” of the dispersing reindeer.

“Go” Bodie urged, his arms wrapped tight around his partner, as they took off. As they raced across the paddock to cut off the fleeing truck, Bodie couldn’t help but notice that Doyle’s “cheeks were like roses, but his nose like a cherry”. He shook his head in exasperation, what was with the Christmas poem? Although Doyle was focused on gaining lost ground, he too was pondering his partner and how “his eyes – how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry!” They really had to get this job finished successfully, so they could get out of this poem!

They had one advantage – the truck was restricted to roads, whilst they sped cross country. “What will you do when we catch them?” Bodie yelled into this partner’s ear. “We’ll find out,” his partner yelled in reply. As they came to the end of the paddock, they noted they were now ahead of the fleeing truck. “When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky”, and with a shrug to the ongoing poetry, they leaned into the horse as it flew over the fence.

The truck driver, seeing a horse appear in the air before them, yelled before losing control. The truck careened off the road and into a tree, well away from the agents now pulling up safely. Bodie leapt down from the horse, drawing his weapon on the truck and its occupants, including the reindeer feeder, who groaned in pain after being thrown around on the truck’s tray. Within moments, the rest of CI5 arrived, including Cowley, who “came with a bound”. Bodie and Doyle looked at each other, surely others had noticed the Christmas poem across all that had happened, but apparently not.

Cowley turned to them and “with a wink of his eye and a twist of his head”, said “Good work lads, two days off, reports in on the 27th at 8am” and then he “went straight to his work”.

By now getting used to the poetry, the Bisto kids instead grinned at each other, the thought of having Christmas together was pure bliss. They “spoke not a word” but “giving a nod”, Bodie remounted the horse behind his partner and they made their way back to their car. As they drove away from their work, the night gave them its blessing, as it seemed to say as they “drove out of sight – Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52624990

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

Posting on behalf of

ubicaritas9 today! *g*

Demonstrating Doyle
by Ubicaritas

Traffic woes were a way of life in London. High-profile campaigns to get the denizens of the capital to use public transit notwithstanding, there was a determined core of drivers who occupied the main arteries and lesser roads with equal fervour. The inevitable roadworks, which this year had managed to snarl more routes than usual, were still in full swing even at this time of year. And completing the triumvirate on this typical late-December drear of a day, there was a protest, a demonstration in favour of and/or against some Terribly Important Cause. Traffic was, of course, at a complete standstill.

Ray Doyle sat in his car – his favourite gold Capri – and seethed. He’d progressed from irritation at the abrupt summons into headquarters from Control – he was supposed to have the day off, for Christ’s sake! – to frustration at the sluggish creep of vehicles which slowed his progress despite his extensive use of the now not-so-shortcuts and alternate routes that were ingrained, map-like, in his memory. But the blocking of streets with a jostling, perambulating mob, with placards held aloft and a ragged chant – what exactly were they saying, anyway? he couldn’t hear them properly yet, or even read their bloody signs – took things to a whole new level. The senselessness of this delay was enough to make him wish that it wasn’t in his job description to protect the rights and freedoms in this country that permitted them to protest in the first place…

He didn’t even have Bodie to keep him company. His lucky bastard of a partner had managed to get himself assigned to a babysitting job that included accompanying an apparently Very Important Person across the Channel to directly hand them over to the next poor sucker assigned to their personal security detail… followed by an overnight stay in Amsterdam before returning to London the next day. Right now, a full twenty-four hours away from Cowley’s clutches was something Doyle could only dream about, as he inched forward in the line of traffic approaching the demonstration. That, and how he’d like to tell these sign-waving, singing yobs exactly what they could do with their calls for justice… hang on, justice for what?!

( The beep of the radio... )

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

Posting on behalf of

longstrt.

Hidden Doyle
by Longstrt

Raymond Doyle, better known as 4.5, stared at his partner, William Bodie - - well maybe that wasn’t true anymore about Bodie being his partner. The tall, handsome agent had just come blasting (that was the only word for it) out of Cowley’s office. It was easy to tell that Bodie was fuming and that no volcano on earth could rival the man for more explosive power at the moment.

Bodie’s fury could barely be contained. He almost had to bite his lips to keep even a minimum of control, “Do you know what that old man just did? He stuck me with Newsome!”

“Newsome? You don’t mean that new agent who thinks he’s God’s gift to the agent world?”

“You got it. I have been informed by his Imperial Highness that I need to help shave off Newsome’s rough edges so that he can go into the field full time.”

“Shave off the edges? That’s a laugh - - who’s going to shave off your edges; I’ve been trying to do that for years.”

“That’s funny, Doyle. Well, I am ready to tell that old ba****rd to take this job and shove it.”

( Doyle had heard... )

melanieathene.livejournal.com

Happy holidays, everyone! Hope you enjoy the story.

I'm not built to be a runner, not like Ray. Lithe of limb and light of foot, he fairly dances as he runs. I, on the other hand, put my head down and charge like a bull. No dancer, me. No grace, no beauty, when I run. No great joy, either. I run only if and when I have to. Ironically, this means I run a lot. Macklin sees to that. So does Ray. Too many early mornings I've joined him for a jog. Mile after mile of running side by side, until he moves up a gear and leaves me trailing in his dust. Mind you, I can't complain about the view. Our Ray has a pert arse and legs that go on forever. Sometimes I fall behind on purpose, just to watch him go.

I'm not the only one to take notice of my partner. I see the eyes following his every move, I see the look of longing on other people's faces. I've seen that selfsame look when I glance in the mirror. But what's a fella to do? Nothing. That's what. I'd never risk losing what we have. We're good together. The best. Cowley's top team, and proud of it. We each have our own set of skills, and between us there's nothing we can't handle. Unfortunately, sometimes those special skills lead to us working solo. Neither of us likes that much, but we're good little CI5 boys. We do what we're told (mostly) and we go wherever we have to go, do whatever we have to do.

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byslantedlight.livejournal.com

Posting on behalf of

f_m_parkinson - some Christmas joy!

Damp Course
by Felicity M. Parkinson

“Quit moaning,” Bodie remained unsympathetic, “and don’t exaggerate. It was only a few drops. Told you before to keep some Kleenex handy.”

“You don’t normally make a mess.” Doyle wriggled his rump on the sheet. “I’m sitting on a wet patch.”

Bodie huffed. “Why didn’t you use both hands? Over confident, that’s your trouble.” With a glare, he continued, “I warned you not to put it there. So much for giving you a helping hand. Next time you do it yourself.”

Doyle looked contrite. “Ta for the mug of tea,” he said. “At least it didn’t slop in your direction.”

Drabble written for WriteTime 2020 Online

macklingirl.livejournal.com

The Best Is Coming Closer
Part II of The Best Is Yet To Come Series
by macklingirl

By Christmas, Bodie and Doyle were lucky again and had earned two more days off. They spent the first day thinking about how they could reach as many people as possible with their news.

The evening found them sitting on the sofa, snacks and beer cans at the ready as they looked at their posters. "Look, Ray", Bodie said, holding one of the posters. "I really would love to use this one." Ray took a sip of his beer. "Yes, that's okay, I think. But I think the other one looks great too. It shows what's on offer."

( See more under this cut. )

Have the posters a little bigger under the cut

( Posters )

( Disclaimer )

agt-spooky.livejournal.com

Wishing you all the happiest of holidays! I hear Murphy spiked the egg nog at the CI5 Christmas party and Cowley was dancing on the table wearing his kilt while Bodie and Doyle sang drunken carols under the mistletoe inbetween snogging each other. Hee!

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

Happy Christmas day, everyone! The 25th of December is free for anyone to post Pros-y Christmas messages, extra stories, drabbles, artwork - anything that might not have made it to your own calendar day, or that you just fancy posting can go up today. It's a busy day, but if you need a few minutes of peaceful lads-time to catch your breath - here they are. *g*

HappyChristmasDay2013

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

This story has been several years in the making, although you might not think so when you see it. I was hoping it would be longer - and it still might be if it takes people's fancy - but I decided that it really had to be posted this year, in case it never ever was at all!

Its also unusual in that I have to give you a link to the story. I can't post it here, which is what I ask everyone to do, because this is a community, where we can gather to comment and chat in the comments and so on. We can't do that if we're scattered in hundreds of other sites instead. But - you'll see why it's impossible to post to

discoveredinalj if you decide to read this story. Stories. Story. *g*

I am going to create a paper version of the story, and work out a way to offer it to people. Again, you'll see why this is more complicated than it sounds when you see the fic!

Finally - I think I've managed to clean it all up properly, but if you come across any broken links or anything that looks odd (or typos - my keyboard has been playing up... or maybe my fingers... *g*) then do let me know. I am not only me, but also

ci5chooseastory of course!

But without further ado... *g*

All the Days of December

by Slantedlight

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

(Solstice pic by

empty_mirrors aka Josey)

I'm hoping to make a proper post later today (possibly much later today...) but to start with - Happy Winter Solstice (and of course Summer Solstice for anyone down under *g*)!

It's still dark, as I write this at 7.29am, but the sun will rise soon on the shortest day of the year, and then it's all returning light after that! *g*

For this first post at the start of the shortest day, I have found some Winter Solstice stories, for a Winter Solstice Story List!

Holly Golly by Asymphototropic (in ProsLib)
In Hot Water: an Idyll by JM (in ProsLib)
The Longest Shortest Day by Slantedlight
Ordinary Magic: A Tale of the Winter Solstice by Mizelle (in ProsLib)
Perfect Alignment by Slantedlight
Red Christmas by Cassie Ingaben

This was just a quick search, and I'm sure there must be more, so please do suggest stories, and I'll add them to the list. And otherwise - happy reading! *g*

merentha13.livejournal.com

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.”

❅ ❄ ❅ ❄

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