There's an App for That (Romani Detective Original Fiction)

[asphaltcowgrrl]

Title: There’s an App for That
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 615
Summary: Um… there’s no actual story here so I don’t know where to even start. Sorry.
Author’s Note: I haven’t been doing all that great with getting words in this month (although I’m at 24 icons so far and that helps) so with the Wednesday push, I thought I’d write this dumb little thing. I feel like I should apologize in advance. Imi pare rau. Lo siento even. I'd even say es tut mir Leid but that's just getting silly. *snort*

“What the hell is he doing, Andy?”

Looking up from the recipe he’d been studying, Andrej glanced at his partner who was teasing Trish’s new puppy with his toes. “Zayne,” Andrej said with a sigh. “Be careful. He has bitten you twice already.”

Zayne made a face and waved off Andrej’s concerns. “Puppy teeth don’t hurt, baby.”

“I disagree,” James muttered, rubbing his left wrist where the puppy had gotten him earlier that day. “How long did that crazy redhead say she was going to be gone?”

“Pot calling kettle,” Zayne teased.

“She said she’d only be gone an hour,” Andrej said, ignoring Zayne. “Trish should be returning to reclaim the puppy soon.”

“Aww,” Zayne said, disappointed. “Does she really have to – OUCH.”

Andrej looked in Zayne’s direction and found him holding his finger. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Zayne grunted, shaking his fingers out. “Little shit bit me.”

“Didn’t Andy tell you that would happen?” James shook his head and grinned. “I wonder if we told him his brain was an app, he’d use it once in a while?”

Chuckling, Andrej returned his attention to the recipe. “I do not know if that would help, Jay. Zayne is… well, Zayne, and he works in his own strange ways.”

“Yeah,” James drawled, glancing over at the cowboy with the puppy in his lap. “I think that’s the understatement of the year. I hope you don’t plan on kissing him later because…”

He directed his gaze over towards where Zayne sat on the floor and grimaced. The puppy was licking Zayne’s face and loving every second of it.

“Not that I can blame the pup,” James said, laughing. “The cowboy does taste pretty good but man, that’s just nasty.”

**

Trish was half an hour late and by that time, Zayne and the puppy were inseparable.

“I’ll cut you a deal on the cowboy,” James offered.

“Yeah,” Trish said, cringing. “I’ll pass. I work with his ex, remember? I’m already well versed in all his bad habits.”

“So I can’t keep the puppy?” Zayne turned his big, green eyes on Andrej and pouted.

“No,” Andrej said. “Absolutely not. No dogs in my house.”

“Other than the one already sharing your bed,” Trish snickered.

“I do not know what you are talking about,” Andrej deadpanned.

“Zayne,” Trish grinned. “I promise to bring Pablo around to visit again.”

“Wait,” Zayne said, eying the woman. “His name is Pablo? What the hell kind of name is that for a dog?”

Trish shrugged. “I thought it fit. I mean, he’s a Chihuahua, right? He might as well have a Spanish name.”

“That’s insulting,” Zayne frowned.

Laughing, Trish patted the top of Zayne’s head. “He’s too easy,” she said to the guys. “I’ll see you all on Monday.”

After she was gone, Zayne narrowed his eyes at his boyfriends. “What did she mean by I’m ‘too easy’?”

“Other than the obvious, Reyes,” James grinned.

“The puppy’s name is not Pablo,” Andrej said, ignoring James this time. “According to his tag it’s Zeus. Which is… amusing.”

Rising to his knees, Zayne glared at them both. “I don’t like either of you right now.” He flicked his eyes to Andrej and amended his statement. “But come dinnertime, I might be persuaded otherwise.”

“Food,” James said. “The great motivator.”

“Speaking of food…”

“Nu pot face asta cu voi doi,” Andrej muttered, stalking off to the kitchen.*

“What the hell?”

“Not sure, cowboy,” Andrej heard James reply. “But I’m not sure it bodes well for either of us.”

“Well hell,” Zayne sighed. “How do you feel about pizza?”

“Pizza works,” James agreed.

*Nu pot face asta cu voi doi = I can’t do this with you two.

Comments

[thatwasjustadream]

Andrej must to a lot of counting to ten.

:).

Nice work, getting the words flowing.

[asphaltcowgrrl]

Thank you!

And he does... it's probably a good thing (for James and Zayne anyway) that Andrej speaks three languages. It gives them more of a buffer. :D

Thanks again - July was a rough month for me, so I was very happy to get these out!

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

*Snicker*

Very apt for Zayne.

And my chichuachua does have a Spanish name, but then I didn't name her...lol

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

:D

I thought so anyway!

Aw, what's her name? My sister's is named Cleo because at the time they had a cat named Clifford. :D If it's any comfort, years ago we adopted a cat who was part Himalayan and part Siamese and someone thought naming him Tiger was a good call. Um... he had zero stripes.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Zayne is certainly one of a kind.

Her name is Bonita, which is Spanish for beautiful.

Maybe, he had the spirit of a tiger instead of the stripes.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thank the gods for that... not sure we could handle more than one of him.

That's a good name for a little dog. :D One of my neighbors has a Chi named Zeus (which is where I stole the idea from). I thought it was funny the first time I heard him call his puppy.

He was the dopiest cat ever. And he was severely cross-eyed, too. Gorgeous, but dopey, and sweet as pie.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

I think we win on the dopiest cat award. He's inbred--his parents were siblings. And his name is Scrappy. Also gorgeous. Long white and gray hair and blue eyes.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Aw, poor Scrappy! I bet he's a sweetheart though. We had a cat named Tiger - he was part Himalayan and part Siamese and was so pretty... but was also severely cross-eyed. So much so that, when you'd talk to him, he'd look over your shoulder instead of right at you. The cat we have now, Nayla, is a prissy brat (she's a Ragdoll), but we love her. :D

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

He is a sweetheart. Except when you're trying to pill him. Then he's trying to claw you to death (twice a day). I can't wait until my mom's better and off restrictions so I can give that job back to her.

Aaaww poor Tiger!

*giggles* Aw on Nayla.

We have Roscoe and Callie also (siblings). Roscoe is just the spawn of hell. But Callie is a sweetie. Just a fuzzy little ball of fluff. And spoiled to no end because she's the only girl.

And my sister's service dog, Tug.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Hah! No cat likes pills! I hope you can get out of that duty ASAP. The only thing worse is trying to give your cat IV fluids.

Tiger was a good cat. Nayla can be a priss, but we love her.

Sounds like you have a house full of chaos! The only other pet we have is my younger kid's bearded dragon, Sampson. He doesn't cause anyone trouble. LOL

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

They really do not! I've been doing it since September. I'm hoping I'll be off by December. Mommy had open heart surgery so it's going to be a long slow recovery. She's doing well though.

Aaaww yeah that's how it is with Roscoe. He's a hellion, but we love him.

We do! 3 and a half adults (my baby sister is 18 so she's only a half adult), plus the animals. And the random relatives who wander in and out (grandparents and aunt live in the same town; aunt, brother and his family, cousin and HIS family all live within a few hours.) My sis would LOVE to have a lizard or any other pet.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

No! The only thing more difficult I've found is giving a hamster medication with a syringe. Poor kitty, but your poor mom. I'm glad to hear she's doing well though. Happy healing to her.

Being a hellion is part of a cat's DNA. :D

Gotta love having so much family so close. My parents, my siblings, one uncle, and my in-laws all live in town, so I have just enough family. Aside from my in-laws, they're all on the other side of town, which suits me fine (my in-laws aren't as needy as my immediate family so they leave us be). I have to say - I was worried about bringing a lizard into the house, but he's the easiest pet we've ever had.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that would not be fun. It wouldn't be so bad if I could "trick" him into taking it... but you just have to shove it down his throat twice a day. Thanks. She's not doing bad, but getting tired of the restrictions. And being tired.

LOL yes it is.

I do love having them around. Except when I'm tired of people'ing. Then I wish I still had my own place. I can't shut my door or Roscoe bangs on whichever side of the door he's on.

LOL I wouldn't mind the lizard. I had geckos when I was in college (named Rozencrantz and Guildenstern--yes we were English nerds), but Momo (not Mommy, Momo) doesn't want any creepy crawlies.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Cats are way too smart to trick into anything. I can only imagine how hard that is. You're so used to being able to do whatever you want and suddenly you can't drive, you can't lift, etc.

Right, because when you need someone you can count on, they're all there. Hahaha... I had a cat that would do that. Mainly to let me know it was time to be fed.

Geckos are so cool! But Sampson's a lot of fun, too. My husband is like that - hates anything without fur. But since he did not want another cat, he caved and let Maddie get the beardie.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

They really are. Yeah, she's slowly able to do more each day, each week. But she still can't drive. And she's always tired.

Yes they are. Or when they want something done. Or they're bored. Or today when my aunt's cat ran away...(she lives next door).

Roscoe just can't stand to be left out. I shut my door because I wanted to talk to a friend without everyone butting in... and Roscoe butted in.

They really were! It would be fun to have a lizard, but not in our little house while we have cats. Momo just doesn't like reptiles.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Poor mom, it can take such a long time to recover from something like that.

Yes, all of that. Mine strolled out into the back yard last night and the minute she saw me coming, bolted for the gate. Thankfully I caught the brat before she got out front. CATS!

That reminds me of Buddy. He wasn't a lap cat, but if I was sitting too close to anyone in the family, he became a lap cat.

Nayla is fascinated by Sampson. She'll lay in front of his tank and stare at him for hours.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

It really can. I feel bad for her, but she also drives us nuts because one minute she can do stuff and the next she's "helpless".

Hahaha Roscoe is in love with the water heater so he keeps running into the mud room.

Yeah, Roscoe jumped on Gramma as soon as she sat down last night and was like "peeet meeee". He'll run in and jump on Mommy if he knows her cat is coming.

See now Roscoe would try to climb into the tank.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean there, and it can be annoying as heck. My husband had moments like that throughout his surgeries over the years.

Hah! Cats are weird. And that sounds about right, honestly. Mine will take me out if she thinks I'm going to go into the bathroom without her.

Nayla likes to get on top of the tank when she thinks no one is looking. It has a mesh cover over the top (that locks so she can't accidentally get it open).

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

She's now overdone it and has to scale back. I forsee us "yelling" at her for the next few days/weeks with "NO!"

Cats are very weird. I had both kittens in the bathroom with me when I showered on Monday. And they will actually move the curtain and peek to see if I'm still in the shower.

Hahaha yeah. We had a fish tank like that. I had a cat that would go "fishing" if we left the cover off for any reason.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Yikes! Hopefully she listens to you and takes it easy.

Exactly! I had one who would get in the shower with me and another who liked to sit on the edge of the tub between the curtain and the plastic liner.

Buddy liked to drink from the water filter, but he never tried to get at the fish.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

She's doing a bit better. She's learned she has limitations. We went to a museum today and she only walked through one gallery. And sat down and rested a couple of times.

My Yankee used to get in the shower with me in my one apartment and sit at the end of the bathtub while I showered... as long as the water came no where near her.

Yeah, Sunshine used to try to fish. And Sandy tried to climb into the tank one time. That's when we knew we had to get rid of the fish since we weren't getting rid of the cats.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear it! And yeah, it's hard for us all to learn that we can't do everything that we once could. Especially moms.

Hahaha! Cats are such strange animals.

OMG, I can't even imagine fishing in the tank! Buddy, he was a great cat but not all that bright sometimes, would have fallen in face first.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

I know it really is. But she's getting there.

They really are. But life is more fun with them.

I never said he was brilliant about it. Either one of them. But there was DINNER! Right there! And we wouldn't let them have it! Pretty sure one or the other of them DID fall in.

My cat, Roscoe, (my current cat--who was never supposed to be mine) has managed to fall in the toilet at least twice.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

It's slow going, but she'll get there.

Definitely. I don't understand a life without pets.

Hahaha... good point!

I had a cat when I was younger that would jump onto the toilet without looking to see if the lid was down or not. Idiot cat landed in the bowl more than once.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

She's been very frustrated this weekend. She wants to do things and cannot.

Me either. I wasn't going to get another cat after I lost Murphy, but Roscoe chose me. And I'm kinda glad he did. It eased the pain somewhat. And I can't imagine not having him.

Yeah. That's Roscoe. And he still hasn't learned.

This morning he kept sticking his head in the shower. And in my shaving "bowl". (Our bathtub doesn't always plug so I use a bowl of water when I shave.)