Fandom: Original ("The set")
Claim: Derek / Jodie.
Warnings: none.
Words: 633 words.
Summary: Policíay are delinquent. They are cat and mouse. A cat on alert, fierce defender of its territory, and mouse with much experience in life to fall into the game forever. Jodie is something that is very present every time he opens his lips to contact Derek.
Derek follows the movement of those delicate hands while its author is an oiled cloth for weapons. One by one. Methodical, focused, hardworking. When finished, the will aside on a small white cloth on which shine as bright jet objects.
know that the young inspector is very aware that it has an eye on it. But either do not care, or want to pretend it does not. So go on, go about their business in silence, as if he were alone in the orderly room of the Fort.
spend five minutes longer until it worthy to open the lips. And when it does, only to whisper a short sentence.
- Are you using your power? Derek
benevolent smiles.
- Why do you ask?
know why you ask. But aúny well, wants to hear it.
failed attempt. Jodie is not one to show weaknesses easily. Snorts and reload the gun he had in his hand at the moment with a look dry and rough. Almost threatening.
"You limit yourself to respond.
Derek closes his eyes slowly. He warned. Oh yes, they did. "Do not be infatuated with the police." His character as hell. Too bad they forgot the detail that he likes women as well.
"You know not, Jodie. Do not use my power for years. At least consciously. Jodie
snorts sarcastically.
-consciously ... "repeats like an echo of the man's words. It is a moment in silence, biting her lower lip painted in crimson, and opens his mouth as if to say something, but then closes immediately. Derek
encourages a gesture of the eyebrows. Jodie And finally surrenders.
"It's just ... I feel ...
- Intimidated?
"No, no. Drawn-remuga reluctantly, as if it were a type of crime. When you're in the same room. It's something immediately.
Suddenly both are much more aware of the ticks of the clock in the room. One, two, three. Three ticks until another sound reduces all possible concentrations of these in it.
Jodie's laughter.
- Do you know? If you were a potential threat from my point of view because they belonged to the mafia ... well, maybe even start something you would raise me.
Derek raises his eyebrows in a silent and calm expression of surprise. However, not responding that. And Jodie notices.
- Will not you say anything?
The man sighs.
"No, I think. Jodie
purses his lips into a thin line, but says nothing. Back to you and mentally reviewed every inch of metal surface to the cloth covers with every gesture. Concentrated. Concentrated. Because otherwise the dreaded feeling of humiliation for confessing something and not having received an affirmative answer, the re-invade. Another sigh
by Derek. Jodie is forced to ignore. "Do not
say anything, Inspector Andrews, because I have no "if not" add to my sentence. I would start something with you at the precise moment that you let me breathe the same air without feeling like a traitor-rise heavily from the chair he was sitting, and cigarette smoke followed by the room as quiet step is aimed at toward the exit. Believe me, the aura of your feelings has not stopped oozing guilt from the moment I have spoken.
And after opening the door out of there and closed again, disappearing like a mirage of imagination. Jodie
is static in the solitude of the vast habitacióny for a few seconds can not remember how to breathe. Then blinks, regaining mobility in his face, shakes his head and rubbed the gun more strongly with the cloth.
concentrated, focused ... concentrated.
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