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Title: Birthday Stakeout
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairing/Characters: Bodie & Doyle or Bodie/Doyle depending on your goggles
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: Someone gets a creamy surprise ;-)
Author notes: Happy Birthday
margaret_r! You’ve been such an awesome beta and friend that
pushkin666 and I decided to treat you to some drabbles and ficlets. We divided six of your fandoms between us and each wrote you three things to enjoy on your special day <3 Here’s the third and final one from me!
“The scumbag’s never going to show up,” Doyle grumbles. The house across the street remains the same it’s been since they got here hours ago: dark, quiet and unoccupied.
“Probably not,” Bodie agrees placidly.
Doyle narrows his eyes suspiciously. Usually, Bodie is the first to start complaining about the pointless stakeouts. “What’s up with you? You look like the cat that’s got the cream.”
“Do I?” Bodie hums contemplatively. “Well I fully expect you to share so that’s not far off, mate.”
“Share what?” Doyle is getting more irritated by the minute. This is not where he wanted to spend tonight.
Bodie doesn’t answer, instead fishing a box out from the footwell and passing it over.
Inside, there’s a cake covered in whipped cream. It looks a little battered from being stashed under the seat, but delicious nonetheless.
“Dig in, birthday-boy,” Bodie says with a grin, handing Doyle a fork.
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Title: Birthday Stakeout
Author:
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Fandom: The Professionals
Pairing/Characters: Bodie & Doyle or Bodie/Doyle depending on your goggles
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: Someone gets a creamy surprise ;-)
Author notes: Happy Birthday
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“The scumbag’s never going to show up,” Doyle grumbles. The house across the street remains the same it’s been since they got here hours ago: dark, quiet and unoccupied.
“Probably not,” Bodie agrees placidly.
Doyle narrows his eyes suspiciously. Usually, Bodie is the first to start complaining about the pointless stakeouts. “What’s up with you? You look like the cat that’s got the cream.”
“Do I?” Bodie hums contemplatively. “Well I fully expect you to share so that’s not far off, mate.”
“Share what?” Doyle is getting more irritated by the minute. This is not where he wanted to spend tonight.
Bodie doesn’t answer, instead fishing a box out from the footwell and passing it over.
Inside, there’s a cake covered in whipped cream. It looks a little battered from being stashed under the seat, but delicious nonetheless.
“Dig in, birthday-boy,” Bodie says with a grin, handing Doyle a fork.
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on 2014-04-13 08:14 am (UTC)You both have made my day with these little stories. I love all of them, couldn’t pick a favourite if I tried. Thank you both so much:D
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on 2014-04-13 03:56 pm (UTC)Thank you very much. We're very happy you have enjoyed your birthday treats which you more than deserved for putting up with out incessant bete needs... <3