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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Best Served Over Ice
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Zayne Reyes + Andrej Zeklos
Word Count: 1,011
Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive content
Summary: Reyes can’t find Zeklos and it worries him; his partner isn’t ever late.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words for the prompt of: someone must have seen him.
“Where is he,” Reyes asked, scanning the group of gathered detectives. “He’s never this late. Have you seen him?”
“Nope, sorry Zayne,” Trish said, giving a flirty shrug of her shoulders. “Can’t say that I have.”
“Hil?” He looked at his girlfriend and raised his eyebrows. “You?”
She shook her head. “Nope, I’ve been with Trish all morning and I can’t say that I’ve seen your partner either.”
“Someone must have seen him,” he muttered. “Anyone? Come on, someone help me out here.”
He got no response from the other six detectives and two forensic specialists currently gathered in the robbery homicide division of the LVMPD. Not that he’d expected one, honestly. When Zeklos didn’t want to be found, you weren’t going to see him until he was ready. Growling, Reyes left the ladies standing by his desk and strode out of the homicide section of the station. Searching in all of Zek’s usual hiding places, he continued to come up empty. He wasn’t down in the morgue visiting with the medical examiner. Nor was he hiding in the solitude of the rarely used men’s room down on the basement level. Zayne had already checked the coffee cart twice (although he’d been accused of merely feeding his own caffeine addiction by the barista) and the breakroom as well. He was almost out of options.
At a loss for what to do next, he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and opened the texting application. Not knowing where Zek might be, he figured a text might be less conspicuous than a phone call.
JFC, Zek. Where are you?
Several minutes passed before he got an answering jingle from his phone.
Right where you left me an hour ago.
Reyes blinked. What the hell was Zeklos talking about?
I left you? I haven’t seen you all morning.
The response was almost immediate.
How much did you have to drink last night?
Frowning, Reyes glared at his phone.
No more than usual, why?
He could almost hear Zek’s laugher in his reply.
Because I’m still at your place, lying half naked in your guest room.
What the hell? He was pretty damn certain he’d been alone in his apartment that morning. He’d gotten up, showered, made coffee…
…and found a dress shirt on the floor that he knew didn’t belong to him. It couldn’t because it was much too nice to be anything he owned.
Oh shit.
Wait… you spent the night at my place?
This time he knew Zeklos was laughing his ass off.
Got it in one, miere.
Zayne was beginning to worry.
Don’t call me honey.
Why not, Zeklos texted. You call me baby all the time.
He had a point, but still.
It’s not the same.
If you insist, Zeklos replied.
There was one question needing answering however.
Why are you still in my bed?
It seemed like forever before Zeklos texted back, causing a low level panic to rise in Reyes’ belly.
Waiting for you to come back, of course. We have unfinished business to attend.
“Oh hell no,” Reyes muttered. That had not happened. It had not. It couldn’t have, could it?
What the hell are you talking about you crazy ass gypsy boy?
“Zayne.”
“What,” he half-yelled. “I’m busy here.”
“Indeed you are,” Zeklos laughed.
“Huh? Wait – oh you jackass,” he snarled, launching himself at his partner. “What is wrong with you giving me a heart attack like that?”
“You mean you can tease and harass me all you want but I can’t return fire?” Zeklos shook his head, grin splitting his face.
“Not when you’re leading me to believe we shared a bed last night,” he hissed.
“Well,” Zeklos said, elbowing Reyes in the side. “We did share a bed, we just didn’t sleep together.”
Reyes wasn’t sure how he should feel about this. “We shared a bed?”
Zek nodded. “I tried to get you to stay in your own room, but you were way past drunk in a land I’ve never seen before. You kept insisting you couldn’t sleep alone, said I had to stay. So, I crashed in the guest room like I always do and you kept slipping into bed with me.”
Zayne covered his face with one large hand, unable to look his partner in the eye. “How badly did I embarrass myself?”
“No more than usual, to use your own words. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”
“Secret? Wait, what secret?” A million things that he’d never want known raced through his mind right then. “Zek, ya gotta tell me what I said.”
“Oh, you know,” Zeklos said, fluttering his eyelashes. “That you’re totally into raven-haired beauties with big blue eyes.”
Zayne gaped as his partner sauntered off towards the coffee cart. His shoulders shook as if he were laughing at some grand joke, and Reyes figured the joke was him. Never, ever was he letting Zeklos buy drinks again. He had no idea what the Romanian jerk gave him, but whatever it was, it had knocked him on his ass, apparently.
On the other hand, it did rather remind him of the first time he’d taken Zeklos out after they’d been partnered up. The foreigner hadn’t ever had the pleasure of shooting tequila, and Reyes had thought that was a crying shame. He’d made sure to rectify that part of Zek’s education. That night, much like the one just past, Zeklos had been passed out in his guest room, although then he’d been at the mercy of Reyes, not the other way around.
Son of a bitch.
Zeklos had finally gotten him back for that night. It was the only explanation he could come up with. He’d never seen it coming, either. But then, maybe that was because it had taken nearly ten years to get Reyes back?
“That was a good one, Zek. Much too good, you sneaky bastard.”
How did that saying go? Revenge is a dish best served cold. Or, in this case, a drink. On the rocks.
Salud.
Or, should that be noroc?
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Zayne Reyes + Andrej Zeklos
Word Count: 1,011
Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive content
Summary: Reyes can’t find Zeklos and it worries him; his partner isn’t ever late.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at
1_million_words for the prompt of: someone must have seen him. “Where is he,” Reyes asked, scanning the group of gathered detectives. “He’s never this late. Have you seen him?”
“Nope, sorry Zayne,” Trish said, giving a flirty shrug of her shoulders. “Can’t say that I have.”
“Hil?” He looked at his girlfriend and raised his eyebrows. “You?”
She shook her head. “Nope, I’ve been with Trish all morning and I can’t say that I’ve seen your partner either.”
“Someone must have seen him,” he muttered. “Anyone? Come on, someone help me out here.”
He got no response from the other six detectives and two forensic specialists currently gathered in the robbery homicide division of the LVMPD. Not that he’d expected one, honestly. When Zeklos didn’t want to be found, you weren’t going to see him until he was ready. Growling, Reyes left the ladies standing by his desk and strode out of the homicide section of the station. Searching in all of Zek’s usual hiding places, he continued to come up empty. He wasn’t down in the morgue visiting with the medical examiner. Nor was he hiding in the solitude of the rarely used men’s room down on the basement level. Zayne had already checked the coffee cart twice (although he’d been accused of merely feeding his own caffeine addiction by the barista) and the breakroom as well. He was almost out of options.
At a loss for what to do next, he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and opened the texting application. Not knowing where Zek might be, he figured a text might be less conspicuous than a phone call.
JFC, Zek. Where are you?
Several minutes passed before he got an answering jingle from his phone.
Right where you left me an hour ago.
Reyes blinked. What the hell was Zeklos talking about?
I left you? I haven’t seen you all morning.
The response was almost immediate.
How much did you have to drink last night?
Frowning, Reyes glared at his phone.
No more than usual, why?
He could almost hear Zek’s laugher in his reply.
Because I’m still at your place, lying half naked in your guest room.
What the hell? He was pretty damn certain he’d been alone in his apartment that morning. He’d gotten up, showered, made coffee…
…and found a dress shirt on the floor that he knew didn’t belong to him. It couldn’t because it was much too nice to be anything he owned.
Oh shit.
Wait… you spent the night at my place?
This time he knew Zeklos was laughing his ass off.
Got it in one, miere.
Zayne was beginning to worry.
Don’t call me honey.
Why not, Zeklos texted. You call me baby all the time.
He had a point, but still.
It’s not the same.
If you insist, Zeklos replied.
There was one question needing answering however.
Why are you still in my bed?
It seemed like forever before Zeklos texted back, causing a low level panic to rise in Reyes’ belly.
Waiting for you to come back, of course. We have unfinished business to attend.
“Oh hell no,” Reyes muttered. That had not happened. It had not. It couldn’t have, could it?
What the hell are you talking about you crazy ass gypsy boy?
“Zayne.”
“What,” he half-yelled. “I’m busy here.”
“Indeed you are,” Zeklos laughed.
“Huh? Wait – oh you jackass,” he snarled, launching himself at his partner. “What is wrong with you giving me a heart attack like that?”
“You mean you can tease and harass me all you want but I can’t return fire?” Zeklos shook his head, grin splitting his face.
“Not when you’re leading me to believe we shared a bed last night,” he hissed.
“Well,” Zeklos said, elbowing Reyes in the side. “We did share a bed, we just didn’t sleep together.”
Reyes wasn’t sure how he should feel about this. “We shared a bed?”
Zek nodded. “I tried to get you to stay in your own room, but you were way past drunk in a land I’ve never seen before. You kept insisting you couldn’t sleep alone, said I had to stay. So, I crashed in the guest room like I always do and you kept slipping into bed with me.”
Zayne covered his face with one large hand, unable to look his partner in the eye. “How badly did I embarrass myself?”
“No more than usual, to use your own words. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”
“Secret? Wait, what secret?” A million things that he’d never want known raced through his mind right then. “Zek, ya gotta tell me what I said.”
“Oh, you know,” Zeklos said, fluttering his eyelashes. “That you’re totally into raven-haired beauties with big blue eyes.”
Zayne gaped as his partner sauntered off towards the coffee cart. His shoulders shook as if he were laughing at some grand joke, and Reyes figured the joke was him. Never, ever was he letting Zeklos buy drinks again. He had no idea what the Romanian jerk gave him, but whatever it was, it had knocked him on his ass, apparently.
On the other hand, it did rather remind him of the first time he’d taken Zeklos out after they’d been partnered up. The foreigner hadn’t ever had the pleasure of shooting tequila, and Reyes had thought that was a crying shame. He’d made sure to rectify that part of Zek’s education. That night, much like the one just past, Zeklos had been passed out in his guest room, although then he’d been at the mercy of Reyes, not the other way around.
Son of a bitch.
Zeklos had finally gotten him back for that night. It was the only explanation he could come up with. He’d never seen it coming, either. But then, maybe that was because it had taken nearly ten years to get Reyes back?
“That was a good one, Zek. Much too good, you sneaky bastard.”
How did that saying go? Revenge is a dish best served cold. Or, in this case, a drink. On the rocks.
Salud.
Or, should that be noroc?
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Date: 2015-08-09 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-09 04:16 pm (UTC)OMG - I HAVE. Well, sort of. BUT. I think you'll approve either way. Only problem is, it wound up being chapter 5 of the WIP I've got going so um, stay tuned? Unless you'd like me to PM you the chapter? HAHAHAHA.
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Date: 2015-08-10 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-10 03:08 pm (UTC)*giggles gleefully at your greed*
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Date: 2015-08-11 11:57 pm (UTC)I do like him getting the upper hand for once! Damn it, he deserves it.
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Date: 2015-08-12 12:00 am (UTC)(I don't know about H, but I make mine when I find *cough* inspiration!)
Doesn't he though? I definitely think Reyes needs to be put in his place often. :D