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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: One of the Boys
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,421
Summary: James tries to help Trish out and gets no respect.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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“What the heck is she carrying,” James asked, pointing at Trish Rollins who was struggling a few feet ahead of them.
“It’s her puppy,” Zayne said. “He’s a moose.”
“She’s bringing her dog to work,” he asked. “Why?
“The department offered to train him,” Andrej said. “She has to get him here however. The dog is a bit… unruly.”
“That’s an understatement,” Zayne laughed.
“She looks like she needs help,” James said, jogging until he’d caught up with the redheaded woman. “Here,” James said, taking the puppy from Trish’s arms, “let me carry him for you.”
She scowled at the detective but let him carry the baby Labrador into the station for her. He didn’t give her much choice to be honest. “You know,” she said to Andrej, “I can carry things myself. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m weak.”
“The ginger never said you were weak, red,” Zayne said, shrugging. He reached for the door leading into the station and hesitated. “It is okay if I hold the door for you, right? I mean, I don’t want to get on your bad side or anything, T.”
“How about you stop blocking the entrance and let us all in, Reyes?” Trish’s voice had a bite to it this morning and that was unusual.
“Aye, aye captain,” Zayne said, giving her a mock salute. He held the door for them and rolled his eyes as Andrej moved past.
“Behave,” Andrej told him. “She will retaliate and you know it.”
“I became a cop because I wanted to do the job, Reyes. You and the damn narco are always treating Hil and me like we’re fragile creatures.”
“Not Hilary,” Zayne muttered. “Bitch is tougher than you think.”
Andrej grinned because he knew Zayne had figured that out the hard way. “Zayne, go find Jay and see what he’s done with Loki, please.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Zayne said, waving a hand at the both of them, wandering off in the same direction as James had.
“Are you okay, Trish?” Andrej touched her arm, stopping her forward motion.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I’m fine, but tired of being treated like such a… girl.”
Andrej’s face scrunched up. “But you are a girl. Rather, a woman.”
She made a face at him. “I don’t expect you to understand,” she said. “You’d think that Zayne and James would get it though.”
“James was only trying to be helpful,” Andrej pointed out. “He was raised to be a gentleman.”
“And to marry at sixteen and father a billion children by the time he was thirty,” she laughed. “So, what’s Reyes’ excuse?”
“Southern hospitality,” Andrej offered.
“Whatever it is, take it when he offers it because it’ll be a long ass time before he offers again,” Hilary said from behind them.
“About damn time you showed your ugly face,” Trish teased her partner.
“Yeah, yeah,” she joked back. “Where’s the god of mischief gotten off too? He’s not out terrorizing Asgard again, is he?”
“You’ve been hanging out with this one too much again,” Trish said, pointing at Andrej.
“Hey, you’re the one who named your damn dog after a Norse god, Rollins. What do you expect,” Hilary replied.
“She has a point,” Andrej offered. “And technically Loki would be terrorizing Midgard.”
“Don’t even,” Trish said, shaking a finger. “You’re the one who suggested I name him Loki in the first place.”
Shrugging, Andrej frowned. “He was destroying my house at the time,” he said. “Dragging Zayne’s laundry into the living room and chewing on everything. I felt it was appropriate since he was into more than a little mischief.”
“Yeah, Zayne said he lost a favorite pair of boxers to the dog,” Hilary giggled.
“He did,” Andrej confirmed. “The ones with the chili peppers.”
“So, why are you two here without the dog,” Hilary asked, looking around for the other two parts of the unholy trinity.
“Jay carried Loki for Trish and it upset Trish so we were having a discussion,” Andrej said. “I am struggling to understand why she is upset, however.”
Hilary patted Andrej’s shoulder and started walking towards homicide. “She – we, actually – want to be treated like one of the guys. You treat us special, then the bad guys will think we’re not capable of bringing them down.”
“But that’s not true,” Andrej pointed out, knowing that the girls’ solve rate was nearly as high as his own.
“We know you get that,” Trish said. “But there are a lot of misogynistic assholes in this place that don’t.”
“So, treat us like you’d treat any other guy, okay?”
“Maxwell,” James said from his place atop Andrej’s desk, “you do not want any of us treating you like we do other guys. Trust me.”
Zayne barked out a laugh. “He has a point there. Maybe we could compromise though and treat them like we treat him.” He pointed at Andrej for emphasis.
James grinned. “We can do that.”
“And how do you treat Zeklos,” Hilary asked, eyebrows raised.
“Gently,” James said. “But not like a woman just…”
“…like the delicate man that he is,” Zayne finished.
“I should be offended by that, correct?” Andrej looked at the women.
“Correct,” they said in unison.
He looked at his boyfriends. “I’m offended.”
James cackled. “Aw, but we love you, Andy.”
“I do not care,” he said, not really meaning a word of it. No matter how they looked at his masculinity, they did treat him pretty well. “Treat me like a man.”
“Treat us all like a man,” Hilary added.
“Yeah, still not thinking you want that,” Zayne howled.
Hilary grabbed the nearest stapler and threw it at him. “That is not what I meant and you know it,” she growled.
Shoulders shaking with laughter, Zayne retrieved the stapler and returned it to the desk it belonged on. “You know I love you both, right?”
“Riiiight,” Hilary drawled.
“Sure, Reyes,” Trish grunted. “And what about him?”
“Eh, he’s from narcotics,” Zayne said with a shrug. “He doesn’t count.”
“Hey,” James said. “That’s not nice. And I’m the one who carried the squirming, slobbering, shed factory!”
“Aw, poor Rosewood,” Trish said, patting James’ arm. “Do you feel left out?”
“Jay,” Andrej warned. “Say no. Please.”
The redhead gave him a look. “Yeah, actually I kind of am feeling left out.”
“Oh narco,” Zayne sighed. “You should have listened to Zek.”
“What? Why?” James looked from face to face, not getting any help.
“Because, when he gets on my nerves,” Trish said, moving in close to the ginger. “I do this.”
She pulled back her arm and let loose, socking James in his rock hard abs. Doubling over, he wrapped one arm around his middle, using the other as a brace against his leg.
“Nice one,” Hilary complimented her.
“Why,” James whimpered. “Why did you do that?”
“I told you,” Trish said, bending so she was eye level with him. “Treat me like an equal, narco. Like you would any other guy.”
“Minus the sexy bits,” Hilary added for clarification.
The girls high-fived and walked towards the breakroom, chattering loudly.
“You okay man,” Zayne asked, rubbing a hand along James’ back. “I mean, Zek tried to warn you.”
James flicked his eyes up at Andrej. “You knew she was going to sucker punch me, didn’t you?”
“I had a feeling,” Andrej said. “She gets us all at one time or another. Zayne, tie Loki’s leash to Trish’s desk and help me get him downstairs, please.”
“Of course,” Zayne said, taking the dog while Andrej helped James into the nearest chair.
“Sit a minute and you’ll feel better. She did not hit you full strength I don’t think, so you should be better soon.”
“She pulled the punch? No way,” he grunted, rubbing his stomach. “That hurt.”
Andrej smiled. “She’s a very strong woman.”
“With a very short temper,” Zayne said, returning to Andrej’s side. “Redheads.”
“Hey now,” James said without any heat. “I resemble that remark.”
Zayne kissed the top of James’ head. “That you do, baby. You ready to go downstairs or do you need another minute?”
Struggling to his feet, he shrugged it all off. “I’ll be fine. You two get to work and please,” he begged, giving them both a pathetic look. “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
“Of course not,” Andrej assured him.
“Sure thing,” Zayne chuckled.
“This is what I get for being a gentleman,” James muttered as he hobbled off towards his own department. “And my mother thought she was so damn smart, too.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,421
Summary: James tries to help Trish out and gets no respect.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at
1_million_words.“What the heck is she carrying,” James asked, pointing at Trish Rollins who was struggling a few feet ahead of them.
“It’s her puppy,” Zayne said. “He’s a moose.”
“She’s bringing her dog to work,” he asked. “Why?
“The department offered to train him,” Andrej said. “She has to get him here however. The dog is a bit… unruly.”
“That’s an understatement,” Zayne laughed.
“She looks like she needs help,” James said, jogging until he’d caught up with the redheaded woman. “Here,” James said, taking the puppy from Trish’s arms, “let me carry him for you.”
She scowled at the detective but let him carry the baby Labrador into the station for her. He didn’t give her much choice to be honest. “You know,” she said to Andrej, “I can carry things myself. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m weak.”
“The ginger never said you were weak, red,” Zayne said, shrugging. He reached for the door leading into the station and hesitated. “It is okay if I hold the door for you, right? I mean, I don’t want to get on your bad side or anything, T.”
“How about you stop blocking the entrance and let us all in, Reyes?” Trish’s voice had a bite to it this morning and that was unusual.
“Aye, aye captain,” Zayne said, giving her a mock salute. He held the door for them and rolled his eyes as Andrej moved past.
“Behave,” Andrej told him. “She will retaliate and you know it.”
“I became a cop because I wanted to do the job, Reyes. You and the damn narco are always treating Hil and me like we’re fragile creatures.”
“Not Hilary,” Zayne muttered. “Bitch is tougher than you think.”
Andrej grinned because he knew Zayne had figured that out the hard way. “Zayne, go find Jay and see what he’s done with Loki, please.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Zayne said, waving a hand at the both of them, wandering off in the same direction as James had.
“Are you okay, Trish?” Andrej touched her arm, stopping her forward motion.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I’m fine, but tired of being treated like such a… girl.”
Andrej’s face scrunched up. “But you are a girl. Rather, a woman.”
She made a face at him. “I don’t expect you to understand,” she said. “You’d think that Zayne and James would get it though.”
“James was only trying to be helpful,” Andrej pointed out. “He was raised to be a gentleman.”
“And to marry at sixteen and father a billion children by the time he was thirty,” she laughed. “So, what’s Reyes’ excuse?”
“Southern hospitality,” Andrej offered.
“Whatever it is, take it when he offers it because it’ll be a long ass time before he offers again,” Hilary said from behind them.
“About damn time you showed your ugly face,” Trish teased her partner.
“Yeah, yeah,” she joked back. “Where’s the god of mischief gotten off too? He’s not out terrorizing Asgard again, is he?”
“You’ve been hanging out with this one too much again,” Trish said, pointing at Andrej.
“Hey, you’re the one who named your damn dog after a Norse god, Rollins. What do you expect,” Hilary replied.
“She has a point,” Andrej offered. “And technically Loki would be terrorizing Midgard.”
“Don’t even,” Trish said, shaking a finger. “You’re the one who suggested I name him Loki in the first place.”
Shrugging, Andrej frowned. “He was destroying my house at the time,” he said. “Dragging Zayne’s laundry into the living room and chewing on everything. I felt it was appropriate since he was into more than a little mischief.”
“Yeah, Zayne said he lost a favorite pair of boxers to the dog,” Hilary giggled.
“He did,” Andrej confirmed. “The ones with the chili peppers.”
“So, why are you two here without the dog,” Hilary asked, looking around for the other two parts of the unholy trinity.
“Jay carried Loki for Trish and it upset Trish so we were having a discussion,” Andrej said. “I am struggling to understand why she is upset, however.”
Hilary patted Andrej’s shoulder and started walking towards homicide. “She – we, actually – want to be treated like one of the guys. You treat us special, then the bad guys will think we’re not capable of bringing them down.”
“But that’s not true,” Andrej pointed out, knowing that the girls’ solve rate was nearly as high as his own.
“We know you get that,” Trish said. “But there are a lot of misogynistic assholes in this place that don’t.”
“So, treat us like you’d treat any other guy, okay?”
“Maxwell,” James said from his place atop Andrej’s desk, “you do not want any of us treating you like we do other guys. Trust me.”
Zayne barked out a laugh. “He has a point there. Maybe we could compromise though and treat them like we treat him.” He pointed at Andrej for emphasis.
James grinned. “We can do that.”
“And how do you treat Zeklos,” Hilary asked, eyebrows raised.
“Gently,” James said. “But not like a woman just…”
“…like the delicate man that he is,” Zayne finished.
“I should be offended by that, correct?” Andrej looked at the women.
“Correct,” they said in unison.
He looked at his boyfriends. “I’m offended.”
James cackled. “Aw, but we love you, Andy.”
“I do not care,” he said, not really meaning a word of it. No matter how they looked at his masculinity, they did treat him pretty well. “Treat me like a man.”
“Treat us all like a man,” Hilary added.
“Yeah, still not thinking you want that,” Zayne howled.
Hilary grabbed the nearest stapler and threw it at him. “That is not what I meant and you know it,” she growled.
Shoulders shaking with laughter, Zayne retrieved the stapler and returned it to the desk it belonged on. “You know I love you both, right?”
“Riiiight,” Hilary drawled.
“Sure, Reyes,” Trish grunted. “And what about him?”
“Eh, he’s from narcotics,” Zayne said with a shrug. “He doesn’t count.”
“Hey,” James said. “That’s not nice. And I’m the one who carried the squirming, slobbering, shed factory!”
“Aw, poor Rosewood,” Trish said, patting James’ arm. “Do you feel left out?”
“Jay,” Andrej warned. “Say no. Please.”
The redhead gave him a look. “Yeah, actually I kind of am feeling left out.”
“Oh narco,” Zayne sighed. “You should have listened to Zek.”
“What? Why?” James looked from face to face, not getting any help.
“Because, when he gets on my nerves,” Trish said, moving in close to the ginger. “I do this.”
She pulled back her arm and let loose, socking James in his rock hard abs. Doubling over, he wrapped one arm around his middle, using the other as a brace against his leg.
“Nice one,” Hilary complimented her.
“Why,” James whimpered. “Why did you do that?”
“I told you,” Trish said, bending so she was eye level with him. “Treat me like an equal, narco. Like you would any other guy.”
“Minus the sexy bits,” Hilary added for clarification.
The girls high-fived and walked towards the breakroom, chattering loudly.
“You okay man,” Zayne asked, rubbing a hand along James’ back. “I mean, Zek tried to warn you.”
James flicked his eyes up at Andrej. “You knew she was going to sucker punch me, didn’t you?”
“I had a feeling,” Andrej said. “She gets us all at one time or another. Zayne, tie Loki’s leash to Trish’s desk and help me get him downstairs, please.”
“Of course,” Zayne said, taking the dog while Andrej helped James into the nearest chair.
“Sit a minute and you’ll feel better. She did not hit you full strength I don’t think, so you should be better soon.”
“She pulled the punch? No way,” he grunted, rubbing his stomach. “That hurt.”
Andrej smiled. “She’s a very strong woman.”
“With a very short temper,” Zayne said, returning to Andrej’s side. “Redheads.”
“Hey now,” James said without any heat. “I resemble that remark.”
Zayne kissed the top of James’ head. “That you do, baby. You ready to go downstairs or do you need another minute?”
Struggling to his feet, he shrugged it all off. “I’ll be fine. You two get to work and please,” he begged, giving them both a pathetic look. “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
“Of course not,” Andrej assured him.
“Sure thing,” Zayne chuckled.
“This is what I get for being a gentleman,” James muttered as he hobbled off towards his own department. “And my mother thought she was so damn smart, too.”
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