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This is Halloween by Magenta Blue (G)
Room for just one more October 31st fic...
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: Short Story
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Author Website: Magenta Blue's stories via Palelyloitering
Why this must be read: Because this is halloween, in London, for Bodie and Doyle - there's something a little peculiar, a stakeout in an old building, and lemon curd sandwiches... *g* Magenta Blue has got a knack for characterisation - her original characters are just as alive as her lads, and all the other CI5 agents. She catches time and place perfectly too, you can feel London unfold around you as you read: see it, hear it, and sometimes shiver at it... *g* And because she's Magenta Blue, and they're our lads, you'll be smiling if not giggling before you get to the end.
Excerpt: “We’re supposed to be relieving Murphy in twenty minutes, we’ll never make Kings Cross on time now, not with the rush hour.” Doyle looked at his watch.
“We’re giving Murphy relief in Kings Cross? My reputation will be forever sullied,” said Bodie, barging through the door to the stairs.
“I knew it, the minute I bloody opened my mouth…” Doyle thumped Bodie on the back and they both clattered down the stairs, footsteps amplified by a concrete echo. “Anyway, what did Cowley want with you?”
Rain lashed against the window, blown by a determined wind, and Doyle glanced up and frowned. Stakeouts were bad enough in good weather, let alone at night when you could barely see anyway, with rain pissing down and the chill seeping through derelict old buildings...
“Cold spots,” said Bodie quite decisively.
“Eh?” Doyle said, and he jumped down the last four steps with a surprising burst of energy, almost bouncing into a startled Chief of Security in the foyer.
“Watch yourself, lad,” Fred said with a frown, as he walked ponderously up the stairs. “Could’ve done me an injury.”
“Alright, sorry!” replied Doyle, feeling rather put-upon. He turned back to look at Bodie. “What did you say?”
“What Cowley said,” Bodie said, and winced as Doyle opened the main door, gusts of cold wind blowing around them. “Freeze the balls off a brass monkey out here.”
“Cowley said that?”
This is Halloween (follow the link at the bottom to part two)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: Short Story
Author on LJ:
magenta_blueAuthor Website: Magenta Blue's stories via Palelyloitering
Why this must be read: Because this is halloween, in London, for Bodie and Doyle - there's something a little peculiar, a stakeout in an old building, and lemon curd sandwiches... *g* Magenta Blue has got a knack for characterisation - her original characters are just as alive as her lads, and all the other CI5 agents. She catches time and place perfectly too, you can feel London unfold around you as you read: see it, hear it, and sometimes shiver at it... *g* And because she's Magenta Blue, and they're our lads, you'll be smiling if not giggling before you get to the end.
Excerpt: “We’re supposed to be relieving Murphy in twenty minutes, we’ll never make Kings Cross on time now, not with the rush hour.” Doyle looked at his watch.
“We’re giving Murphy relief in Kings Cross? My reputation will be forever sullied,” said Bodie, barging through the door to the stairs.
“I knew it, the minute I bloody opened my mouth…” Doyle thumped Bodie on the back and they both clattered down the stairs, footsteps amplified by a concrete echo. “Anyway, what did Cowley want with you?”
Rain lashed against the window, blown by a determined wind, and Doyle glanced up and frowned. Stakeouts were bad enough in good weather, let alone at night when you could barely see anyway, with rain pissing down and the chill seeping through derelict old buildings...
“Cold spots,” said Bodie quite decisively.
“Eh?” Doyle said, and he jumped down the last four steps with a surprising burst of energy, almost bouncing into a startled Chief of Security in the foyer.
“Watch yourself, lad,” Fred said with a frown, as he walked ponderously up the stairs. “Could’ve done me an injury.”
“Alright, sorry!” replied Doyle, feeling rather put-upon. He turned back to look at Bodie. “What did you say?”
“What Cowley said,” Bodie said, and winced as Doyle opened the main door, gusts of cold wind blowing around them. “Freeze the balls off a brass monkey out here.”
“Cowley said that?”
This is Halloween (follow the link at the bottom to part two)