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Blood Still Cries by Debra Hicks (Teen And Up Audiences)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie & Doyle - Gen, but can be read as pre-slash
Length: ~12.600
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stone_hill
Author Website: AO3 - The Circuit Archive
Why this must be read:
This story is set after Wild Justice. Bodie is sent on a three day leave, and he's in a CI5 cabin, in the wilds of Scotland. Meanwhile, Ray finds a disturbing fact: all old SAS Bodie's partners are dying.
This is thrilling story, with mysteries to be discovered, chasing in Scotland woods, and old good hurt/confort, It's also a story about Bodie don't telling and Doyle not asking, and about how they'll mend the strands that the whole King Billy affair brought on them.
Let's have a little peek on the story:
The rain had gone to drizzle, but the trees still held large drops which keep finding their way down Doyle's back. Despite the lightness of the rain, Doyle had been circling the house long enough for it to plaster his curls tight against his head. He was on his third trip around the small building, each time a little closer, and had found only McNally's deserted van. There were no lights inside but considering the hour he tried not to take it as a bad sign, knowing that it was wishful thinking. The link he shared with Bodie, which he had feared lost after the last few weeks, was making itself known again and Doyle didn't like what it was telling him. Ignoring the urge to rush in, he decided to make one more circle before entering.
Bodie's head snapped up, hand tightening around the Browning. Footsteps, soft in the muddy ground, but there. He waited. The sound came again and a final rush of adrenaline pumped through him. He vaguely hoped it would be enough.
He forced the gun up in both hands, aimed waveringly at the door. The door swung open, Bodie registered the dark outline of a gun and his finger caressed the trigger.
"Bodie?"
There was a moment of crystal clearance as Bodie's mind registered the voice just as his shot drowned it out. The kickback from the weapon, usually so slight, knocked him sideways and he rode with it, coming to rest face down on the floor. He was held between the pain echoing through his body and the horror of what he'd done echoing through his mind. "No, no..."
Oh, c'mon! You know you want to! Go to Blood Still Cries, and have a good time! And don't forget to let know the author what a great story she wrote :)
Pairing: Bodie & Doyle - Gen, but can be read as pre-slash
Length: ~12.600
Author on LJ:
stone_hillAuthor Website: AO3 - The Circuit Archive
Why this must be read:
This story is set after Wild Justice. Bodie is sent on a three day leave, and he's in a CI5 cabin, in the wilds of Scotland. Meanwhile, Ray finds a disturbing fact: all old SAS Bodie's partners are dying.
This is thrilling story, with mysteries to be discovered, chasing in Scotland woods, and old good hurt/confort, It's also a story about Bodie don't telling and Doyle not asking, and about how they'll mend the strands that the whole King Billy affair brought on them.
Let's have a little peek on the story:
The rain had gone to drizzle, but the trees still held large drops which keep finding their way down Doyle's back. Despite the lightness of the rain, Doyle had been circling the house long enough for it to plaster his curls tight against his head. He was on his third trip around the small building, each time a little closer, and had found only McNally's deserted van. There were no lights inside but considering the hour he tried not to take it as a bad sign, knowing that it was wishful thinking. The link he shared with Bodie, which he had feared lost after the last few weeks, was making itself known again and Doyle didn't like what it was telling him. Ignoring the urge to rush in, he decided to make one more circle before entering.
Bodie's head snapped up, hand tightening around the Browning. Footsteps, soft in the muddy ground, but there. He waited. The sound came again and a final rush of adrenaline pumped through him. He vaguely hoped it would be enough.
He forced the gun up in both hands, aimed waveringly at the door. The door swung open, Bodie registered the dark outline of a gun and his finger caressed the trigger.
"Bodie?"
There was a moment of crystal clearance as Bodie's mind registered the voice just as his shot drowned it out. The kickback from the weapon, usually so slight, knocked him sideways and he rode with it, coming to rest face down on the floor. He was held between the pain echoing through his body and the horror of what he'd done echoing through his mind. "No, no..."
Oh, c'mon! You know you want to! Go to Blood Still Cries, and have a good time! And don't forget to let know the author what a great story she wrote :)