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In the Bleak Midwinter by PR Zed (NC-17)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 44,442 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
przed
Author Website: PR Zed's Website, PR Zed on AO3, PR Zed on The Circuit Archive, PR Zed on The Hatstand,
PR Zed on The Automated Hatstand
Why this must be read: I think PR Zed delivers a wallop of angst with this story. I was biting my nails, wondering if I was going to cry. *g* It was a fantastic read, full of heartache at times. I really like the Doyle family that Zed's created here.
She lists this story as number 7 in her Comfort and Joy series. While every story is well worth reading, this story can be read independently.
"And do you have a plan? Or do you want us to go knocking on the embassy door and ask if they've got a murder weapon with Solecki's prints on it lying about?"
"Enough of the sarcasm, Doyle. And yes, I have a plan." Cowley narrowed his eyes. "You two will be seconded to the Ministry of Defence as part of a move to step up their security. You will have access to the plans for the jet. You will then become a blackmail risk. And you're going to do whatever Solecki wants, right up until we nail him."
"Blackmail risk." Doyle's flesh crept all the way down his spine. "You can't mean--"
"You are a homosexual couple in the security service. As such, you are at risk of blackmail."
"No, we're not." Doyle tone was low, but menacing nonetheless. "You know about us. Whitehall knows about us. That was a condition of us moving in together."
"We know, but haven't exactly publicized the fact. That should prove useful to us now."
"Useful!" Doyle leapt to his feet, and began pacing the room. "I'm so pleased our personal life is useful to you."
"Ray." Bodie's voice was a rumbled warning.
"Don't Ray me, Bodie. He's going to throw us to the wolves. Or can't you see that?"
"I'm not going to throw you to anyone, Doyle, wolves or otherwise. I'm merely going to use your situation as a tactical advantage. A means of hitting a difficult target."
"I shall want that in writing," Doyle shot back.
In The Bleak Midwinter
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 44,442 words
Author on LJ:
przedAuthor Website: PR Zed's Website, PR Zed on AO3, PR Zed on The Circuit Archive, PR Zed on The Hatstand,
PR Zed on The Automated Hatstand
Why this must be read: I think PR Zed delivers a wallop of angst with this story. I was biting my nails, wondering if I was going to cry. *g* It was a fantastic read, full of heartache at times. I really like the Doyle family that Zed's created here.
She lists this story as number 7 in her Comfort and Joy series. While every story is well worth reading, this story can be read independently.
"And do you have a plan? Or do you want us to go knocking on the embassy door and ask if they've got a murder weapon with Solecki's prints on it lying about?"
"Enough of the sarcasm, Doyle. And yes, I have a plan." Cowley narrowed his eyes. "You two will be seconded to the Ministry of Defence as part of a move to step up their security. You will have access to the plans for the jet. You will then become a blackmail risk. And you're going to do whatever Solecki wants, right up until we nail him."
"Blackmail risk." Doyle's flesh crept all the way down his spine. "You can't mean--"
"You are a homosexual couple in the security service. As such, you are at risk of blackmail."
"No, we're not." Doyle tone was low, but menacing nonetheless. "You know about us. Whitehall knows about us. That was a condition of us moving in together."
"We know, but haven't exactly publicized the fact. That should prove useful to us now."
"Useful!" Doyle leapt to his feet, and began pacing the room. "I'm so pleased our personal life is useful to you."
"Ray." Bodie's voice was a rumbled warning.
"Don't Ray me, Bodie. He's going to throw us to the wolves. Or can't you see that?"
"I'm not going to throw you to anyone, Doyle, wolves or otherwise. I'm merely going to use your situation as a tactical advantage. A means of hitting a difficult target."
"I shall want that in writing," Doyle shot back.
In The Bleak Midwinter