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rainbowfic2012-04-08 11:26 pm
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Blue 18, Daffodil 12, Tractor Red 8: Games
Author: Kat
Title: Games
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Blue 18 (boys in blue), daffodil 12 (build a fort), tractor red 8 (bring out the slops) with Nikki's paint-by-numbers (Someone on the force is a douchey bigot about Summer, Zack, and Felipe's relationship.).
Supplies and Materials: Frame, modeling clay (strong), glitter (Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain-- and most fools do. - Dale Carnegie), pastels (wound(s)).
Word Count: 834
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Summer came home in tears, and none of it was funny anymore.
Warnings: sexual insults and slurs, minor violence.
Notes: I doubt we've heard the last of this guy. Last blue.
They got a certain amount of joshing at work. "You know your wife's fucking your best friend, right?" "So does this make you guys gay?" "Dude, quit being greedy." It was all part of the job-- standard ribbing, locker room jokes. Some of it was even kind of funny, like when Balotelli in profiling asked Zack who was prettiest.
Then Summer came home in tears, and none of it was funny anymore.
The cab driver, one of Summer's routine drivers, walked her in; she was crying too hard to speak, or pay. Zack paid him and then they got her into bed, curled up between them, holding her until the shuddering stopped.
"He called me a whore," she whispered, later, tucked safely between them, where she knew she was safe. "He said I was..." She closed her eyes, pressed her head down against Felipe's chest. "I can't even think about it. He hated me so much. What did I do?"
They held her until she fell asleep, tears still drying on her face.
Then they went hunting.
She hadn't given them a name, but all visitors to the morgue had to sign in, even officers displaying a badge. Her last few visitors were all women, except for the very last.
"Calincourt," Felipe said, disgust loading his voice. "I might have known. Fucker hates women and anyone who's getting laid when he isn't."
Zack was already at the computer, pulling up schedules, scanning details. "He's getting off shift in five minutes," he said. "Out of the twelfth."
The sergeant on desk at the twelfth didn't even blink when they asked for Calincourt, just sent them down to the locker room. And-- yet more proof that some higher power loved Summer, their own dear Summer-- Calincourt was alone, pulling his uniform shirt over his head, scrubbing a hand through his blond hair.
Zack shut the door, and he looked up, his eyes going flat and cool at the sight of them.
"Yeah?"
Felipe smiled at him, his teeth sharp. "Hey, man. We hear you visited our wife this evening."
He rolled his eyes, turned back to the lockers. "Yeah, wife, sure. Don't see no fucking ring on the slut."
The lockers rattled when Felipe slammed him up against them.
"She doesn't wear her ring at work," Zack said, calmly, walking forward to stand beside him. "She's afraid she'll lose it, in the corpses. She wears it on a chain around her neck, and puts it back on when she gets home. And you know, we're not married, but she's still our wife."
Calincourt shoved back against Felipe, pushed his way free and shook his head. "Who the fuck do you think you are? That's fucking assault!"
Felipe snorted. "You think I fucking care?"
"What you did to Summer is sexual harassment," Zack added, still very calmly. "Guess who's more valuable to the department-- the best damn ME in the district, or a worthless beat cop with a habit of intimidating women? We checked, asshole. You're on your last chance. One more complaint and you're out on your ass."
"So?" He glared at them both, fists balled. "The fuck's that got to do with you?"
Zack crossed his arms and leaned casually against the lockers. "You insulted our wife. You sent her home to us in tears. We don't take kindly to that."
"Not at all," Felipe said, and with another lightning move, he seized Calincourt's arm and shoved him up against the lockers with another thunderous rattle, facing Zack, who didn't move.
"The fuck..." he started, and shut up when Felipe threw him against the lockers again.
"You don't talk," he said.
Zack smiled at him. "Summer will be filing a complaint," he said. "Last chance blown. You're getting fired. Probably in the next week or so. And you might be tempted to bother her again. Send her threatening emails. Show up at her work and harass her. You know what's going to happen if you do that?"
Calincourt gritted his teeth, but didn't speak.
"Oh, look," Felipe said, conversationally. "It learns."
"There's hope," Zack agreed. "If you ever come within a hundred yards of Summer again, we won't bother with this warning. We'll find you. We won't kill you, but we'll find you, and you'll wish that we had."
"Trust me," Felipe said, grinning. "You'll really wish we had."
"Fuck you," Calincourt said, distinctly.
Felipe looked at Zack, shrugged, kicked a locker open, and shoved Calincourt in it, slamming the door shut almost on his nose.
"What the fuck!"
Zack stepped up to the grille. "Think about what we said," he said, pleasantly. "Think about it really hard."
"I'll fucking report you!"
"Do it," Felipe said. "We can take the reprimand. You can't."
"We'll let them know you're in here in an hour or so," Zack said, opening the door. "Until then, I suggest you meditate."
They shut the door on his hollering, and went home before Summer could wake up and find herself alone.
Title: Games
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Blue 18 (boys in blue), daffodil 12 (build a fort), tractor red 8 (bring out the slops) with Nikki's paint-by-numbers (Someone on the force is a douchey bigot about Summer, Zack, and Felipe's relationship.).
Supplies and Materials: Frame, modeling clay (strong), glitter (Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain-- and most fools do. - Dale Carnegie), pastels (wound(s)).
Word Count: 834
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Summer came home in tears, and none of it was funny anymore.
Warnings: sexual insults and slurs, minor violence.
Notes: I doubt we've heard the last of this guy. Last blue.
They got a certain amount of joshing at work. "You know your wife's fucking your best friend, right?" "So does this make you guys gay?" "Dude, quit being greedy." It was all part of the job-- standard ribbing, locker room jokes. Some of it was even kind of funny, like when Balotelli in profiling asked Zack who was prettiest.
Then Summer came home in tears, and none of it was funny anymore.
The cab driver, one of Summer's routine drivers, walked her in; she was crying too hard to speak, or pay. Zack paid him and then they got her into bed, curled up between them, holding her until the shuddering stopped.
"He called me a whore," she whispered, later, tucked safely between them, where she knew she was safe. "He said I was..." She closed her eyes, pressed her head down against Felipe's chest. "I can't even think about it. He hated me so much. What did I do?"
They held her until she fell asleep, tears still drying on her face.
Then they went hunting.
She hadn't given them a name, but all visitors to the morgue had to sign in, even officers displaying a badge. Her last few visitors were all women, except for the very last.
"Calincourt," Felipe said, disgust loading his voice. "I might have known. Fucker hates women and anyone who's getting laid when he isn't."
Zack was already at the computer, pulling up schedules, scanning details. "He's getting off shift in five minutes," he said. "Out of the twelfth."
The sergeant on desk at the twelfth didn't even blink when they asked for Calincourt, just sent them down to the locker room. And-- yet more proof that some higher power loved Summer, their own dear Summer-- Calincourt was alone, pulling his uniform shirt over his head, scrubbing a hand through his blond hair.
Zack shut the door, and he looked up, his eyes going flat and cool at the sight of them.
"Yeah?"
Felipe smiled at him, his teeth sharp. "Hey, man. We hear you visited our wife this evening."
He rolled his eyes, turned back to the lockers. "Yeah, wife, sure. Don't see no fucking ring on the slut."
The lockers rattled when Felipe slammed him up against them.
"She doesn't wear her ring at work," Zack said, calmly, walking forward to stand beside him. "She's afraid she'll lose it, in the corpses. She wears it on a chain around her neck, and puts it back on when she gets home. And you know, we're not married, but she's still our wife."
Calincourt shoved back against Felipe, pushed his way free and shook his head. "Who the fuck do you think you are? That's fucking assault!"
Felipe snorted. "You think I fucking care?"
"What you did to Summer is sexual harassment," Zack added, still very calmly. "Guess who's more valuable to the department-- the best damn ME in the district, or a worthless beat cop with a habit of intimidating women? We checked, asshole. You're on your last chance. One more complaint and you're out on your ass."
"So?" He glared at them both, fists balled. "The fuck's that got to do with you?"
Zack crossed his arms and leaned casually against the lockers. "You insulted our wife. You sent her home to us in tears. We don't take kindly to that."
"Not at all," Felipe said, and with another lightning move, he seized Calincourt's arm and shoved him up against the lockers with another thunderous rattle, facing Zack, who didn't move.
"The fuck..." he started, and shut up when Felipe threw him against the lockers again.
"You don't talk," he said.
Zack smiled at him. "Summer will be filing a complaint," he said. "Last chance blown. You're getting fired. Probably in the next week or so. And you might be tempted to bother her again. Send her threatening emails. Show up at her work and harass her. You know what's going to happen if you do that?"
Calincourt gritted his teeth, but didn't speak.
"Oh, look," Felipe said, conversationally. "It learns."
"There's hope," Zack agreed. "If you ever come within a hundred yards of Summer again, we won't bother with this warning. We'll find you. We won't kill you, but we'll find you, and you'll wish that we had."
"Trust me," Felipe said, grinning. "You'll really wish we had."
"Fuck you," Calincourt said, distinctly.
Felipe looked at Zack, shrugged, kicked a locker open, and shoved Calincourt in it, slamming the door shut almost on his nose.
"What the fuck!"
Zack stepped up to the grille. "Think about what we said," he said, pleasantly. "Think about it really hard."
"I'll fucking report you!"
"Do it," Felipe said. "We can take the reprimand. You can't."
"We'll let them know you're in here in an hour or so," Zack said, opening the door. "Until then, I suggest you meditate."
They shut the door on his hollering, and went home before Summer could wake up and find herself alone.
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And he did.
Heeeee's screwed.
Thank you!
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Great job.
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Thank you!
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And you, too. ^_^
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Nice job!
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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ILU, Felipe.
ILU2, Author.
:D
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