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Orpheus Turns Around by halotolerant (Adult)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 26,992 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
halotolerant
Author Website: Halotolerant on AO3
Note: Art bynorfolkdumpling
Why this must be read: This story was recently posted for the 2011 Pros Big Bang at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ci5_boxoftricks. I really like this author's writing. She's presented a good case story here, with Bodie determined to keep his partner safe after his recent brush with death, and Doyle determined to save the world once again. *g*
Summary from the author: A month after being shot through the heart, Raymond Doyle disappeared from hospital. Bodie was told in no uncertain terms to leave things alone, but there was no way he wasn’t following him, even as the trail lead to shady arms deals, CIA entanglements, notoriously cruel entrepreneurs and the city of Venice, deceptively idyllic in a summer holiday that is about to take a dark turn.
Only just beginning to understand how he feels about his partner, Bodie is determined to save Ray from whatever web he’s become entangled in, but he isn’t expecting Ray himself to resist his help, any more than he’s expecting the other secrets that reveal themselves in the City of Masks.
“Sir, he’s barely even recovered! They’re only letting him out of hospital in the first place because he swore blind he’d rest!” Having barged into the office despite the protestations of the secretary, Bodie pushed past a stuttering, offended man in a suit and smacked his hand down onto George Cowley’s desk.
From behind it, the man rose, strong and silent, staring him down.
“Wait outside, 3.7.”
“Just tell me where is he, tell me you’ve got him on some stupid decoding camp or document filing or three weeks paid holiday with a telephoto lens or...” Bodie ran out of breath, gasping.
He’d tried to go back to the hospital barely hours after he’d left, determined to get to the bottom of what was happening, and had found only a uninterested nurse explaining that Mr Doyle had been discharged a day early – some friends of his, some of his work people probably, men in overcoats, had come and driven him away.
Ever since then Bodie’s heart had been pounding as if he was still running down that corridor to the flat; he was not going to lose him, not after all this, not now, not when he hadn’t even...
“Outside!” Cowley didn’t raise his voice, didn’t have to, the steel in it was clear enough. And then, relaxing ever so slightly the set of his shoulders. “Wait, Bodie, till I’ve time to tell you.”
Orpheus Turns Around
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 26,992 words
Author on LJ:
halotolerantAuthor Website: Halotolerant on AO3
Note: Art by
norfolkdumpling Why this must be read: This story was recently posted for the 2011 Pros Big Bang at
ci5_boxoftricks. I really like this author's writing. She's presented a good case story here, with Bodie determined to keep his partner safe after his recent brush with death, and Doyle determined to save the world once again. *g* Summary from the author: A month after being shot through the heart, Raymond Doyle disappeared from hospital. Bodie was told in no uncertain terms to leave things alone, but there was no way he wasn’t following him, even as the trail lead to shady arms deals, CIA entanglements, notoriously cruel entrepreneurs and the city of Venice, deceptively idyllic in a summer holiday that is about to take a dark turn.
Only just beginning to understand how he feels about his partner, Bodie is determined to save Ray from whatever web he’s become entangled in, but he isn’t expecting Ray himself to resist his help, any more than he’s expecting the other secrets that reveal themselves in the City of Masks.
“Sir, he’s barely even recovered! They’re only letting him out of hospital in the first place because he swore blind he’d rest!” Having barged into the office despite the protestations of the secretary, Bodie pushed past a stuttering, offended man in a suit and smacked his hand down onto George Cowley’s desk.
From behind it, the man rose, strong and silent, staring him down.
“Wait outside, 3.7.”
“Just tell me where is he, tell me you’ve got him on some stupid decoding camp or document filing or three weeks paid holiday with a telephoto lens or...” Bodie ran out of breath, gasping.
He’d tried to go back to the hospital barely hours after he’d left, determined to get to the bottom of what was happening, and had found only a uninterested nurse explaining that Mr Doyle had been discharged a day early – some friends of his, some of his work people probably, men in overcoats, had come and driven him away.
Ever since then Bodie’s heart had been pounding as if he was still running down that corridor to the flat; he was not going to lose him, not after all this, not now, not when he hadn’t even...
“Outside!” Cowley didn’t raise his voice, didn’t have to, the steel in it was clear enough. And then, relaxing ever so slightly the set of his shoulders. “Wait, Bodie, till I’ve time to tell you.”
Orpheus Turns Around