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Painted Angels by Angelfish (NC-17)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 70,188 words
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angelfish777
Author Website: The Circuit Fic
Why this must be read:
Summary from the author: George Cowley knows a marriage made in heaven when he sees one, and he's going to arrange it even if he has to send his young recruits to hell and back. Bodie, closed off and traumatised from his experiences in the SAS, can't believe he's being partnered up with a raw ex-copper. But Ray Doyle is his last chance, and as they fight through their training together and begin their work on the turbulent streets of 1970s London, a fire springs up between them that will either be their partnership's making or its destruction.
Angelfish is a fabulous writer. I enjoy her style, although sometimes the angst factor is a little too much for me. However, she can drag you deep into a story and hold onto you. Written in first person, one of my favourite styles, we meet a Bodie walking the edge. Cowley gives him one last chance to stay in CI5 and to stay, he must partner with Doyle. I rank this as one of my favourite Angelfish stories.
A little taste: Anyway, he knows all about DS Doyle, his accomplishments and his disasters. Joined the Met more or less out of art school, an even less likely recruit there than here, after an undistinguished stint as barrow boy, bartender, and other such part-time work as he deserved for frittering away three years wasting paint with a bunch of pretentious Bloomsbury nancy-boys. Did all right in the Met, not setting the Thames on fire, until his sergeant and partner took a bullet on patrol with him. Worked alone after that, beginning a determined climb through through the ranks. Bodie knows the type. Activated by perceived injustice, on a solo mission to set the world to rights. Even the thought of him makes Bodie tired. And he's been doing all right with the training so far, but why would Cowley bother with him, and with the other civilians, when he's got military candidates queuing up for the chance? Why try to graft counterterrorism skills onto shop boys and bobbies?
Bodie doesn't understand it, but he has to allow that Doyle is a fine shot. Reluctantly he pushes off the wall, distracted from his own resentments by the sight of his light-made frame -- too bloody light for this job, as he'll no doubt soon find out -- getting jerked off-balance by the kick from a PPK. Although he doesn't know it, Bodie is a good teacher, and he has a teacher's instinct to fine-tune talent, identify that which is already good and pull it up to perfection. Doyle has only had access to police weaponry; he isn't holding the semiautomatic right. His efforts to master it have soaked his T-shirt in sweat, made him pale with frustration. Bodie can see -- can feel in the muscles of his own back and arms -- that if he just shifts his weight a fraction forward, braces the barrel half an inch higher... Not thinking of anything else, he steps up behind him, puts both arms around him, and reaches to cover his grip on the gun with his own.
Or he tries to. Doyle moves imperceptibly, and he finds both hands knocked down and aside, his reach blocked in a combat move he's never seen before. It's blind, too -- Doyle is still facing the targets. Bodie opens his mouth to shout at him for failing to secure his weapon, then sees the Walther laid neatly on the shelf, safety catch on. Only now is he swinging around, his face a cold blank, green eyes blazing. He says, icily, "Ask before you fucking touch me."
Painted Angels
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 70,188 words
Author on LJ:
angelfish777 Author Website: The Circuit Fic
Why this must be read:
Summary from the author: George Cowley knows a marriage made in heaven when he sees one, and he's going to arrange it even if he has to send his young recruits to hell and back. Bodie, closed off and traumatised from his experiences in the SAS, can't believe he's being partnered up with a raw ex-copper. But Ray Doyle is his last chance, and as they fight through their training together and begin their work on the turbulent streets of 1970s London, a fire springs up between them that will either be their partnership's making or its destruction.
Angelfish is a fabulous writer. I enjoy her style, although sometimes the angst factor is a little too much for me. However, she can drag you deep into a story and hold onto you. Written in first person, one of my favourite styles, we meet a Bodie walking the edge. Cowley gives him one last chance to stay in CI5 and to stay, he must partner with Doyle. I rank this as one of my favourite Angelfish stories.
A little taste: Anyway, he knows all about DS Doyle, his accomplishments and his disasters. Joined the Met more or less out of art school, an even less likely recruit there than here, after an undistinguished stint as barrow boy, bartender, and other such part-time work as he deserved for frittering away three years wasting paint with a bunch of pretentious Bloomsbury nancy-boys. Did all right in the Met, not setting the Thames on fire, until his sergeant and partner took a bullet on patrol with him. Worked alone after that, beginning a determined climb through through the ranks. Bodie knows the type. Activated by perceived injustice, on a solo mission to set the world to rights. Even the thought of him makes Bodie tired. And he's been doing all right with the training so far, but why would Cowley bother with him, and with the other civilians, when he's got military candidates queuing up for the chance? Why try to graft counterterrorism skills onto shop boys and bobbies?
Bodie doesn't understand it, but he has to allow that Doyle is a fine shot. Reluctantly he pushes off the wall, distracted from his own resentments by the sight of his light-made frame -- too bloody light for this job, as he'll no doubt soon find out -- getting jerked off-balance by the kick from a PPK. Although he doesn't know it, Bodie is a good teacher, and he has a teacher's instinct to fine-tune talent, identify that which is already good and pull it up to perfection. Doyle has only had access to police weaponry; he isn't holding the semiautomatic right. His efforts to master it have soaked his T-shirt in sweat, made him pale with frustration. Bodie can see -- can feel in the muscles of his own back and arms -- that if he just shifts his weight a fraction forward, braces the barrel half an inch higher... Not thinking of anything else, he steps up behind him, puts both arms around him, and reaches to cover his grip on the gun with his own.
Or he tries to. Doyle moves imperceptibly, and he finds both hands knocked down and aside, his reach blocked in a combat move he's never seen before. It's blind, too -- Doyle is still facing the targets. Bodie opens his mouth to shout at him for failing to secure his weapon, then sees the Walther laid neatly on the shelf, safety catch on. Only now is he swinging around, his face a cold blank, green eyes blazing. He says, icily, "Ask before you fucking touch me."
Painted Angels
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Even though the angst *is* sometimes a little overwhelming, I usually can't resist an Angelfish story.
This one has me following along with the slow evolving of their relationship, and I love the "last task before they get hired on" best.
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