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Reyes Standard Time (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Reyes Standard Time
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 869
Summary: It’s James’ turn to bring the coffee and he’s late.
Author’s Note: Written for the prompt Fifteen minutes late with Starbucks at comment_fic. Because Jay would.
“You know he’s on my list, right?” Zayne glanced at his watch and sighed. “What the hell do you see in that slice of gingerbread anyway?”
Andrej lowered the paper he’d been reading and stared at his partner. “I have many reasons for liking him, Zayne, but I can see no reason for him to be ‘on your list’ right now.”
“He is late,” Zayne growled. “Fifteen minutes late, to be exact, and I need my coffee!”
“Maybe you should have stopped on your way in and gotten your own,” Trish taunted, holding up a familiar white paper cup. “I know better than to rely on anyone when it comes to my caffeine.”
“There isn’t a Starbucks near the house,” Zayne pouted. He dropped heavily into his chair.
“How on earth is that possible,” Hilary asked. “There are four within two miles of my house.”
“And Maxwell’s neighborhood isn’t nearly as fancy as yours is, Reyes.”
Zayne glared at the female detectives. “You can both stuff it. There’s one independent coffee shop that sells drinks in weird, beaker shaped bottles and another that is Harry Potter themed. Neither one is a god damned Starbucks.”
“Good lord,” James snorted, coming into the bullpen that served at homicide’s home base. “Is he always this cranky in the mornings, Andy?”
Zeklos shrugged. “Only when he refuses the coffee I make at home. He can be picky when he wants to be.”
“I picked you, didn’t I,” Zayne mumbled. “Him, on the other hand, I kind of got stuck with him.”
“Ya know, you might want to be a little kinder to me, cowboy,” James laughed. “You don’t have your coffee yet.”
“I really don’t like you right now,” Zayne said, holding a hand out. “Gimme. You’re already late.”
“I’m not late,” James said, handing an iced coffee to Andrej. “Your watch is fast.”
“It is not,” Zayne said, wiggling his fingers. “Now can I have my freaking latte?”
“Do you have any idea how out of character it is for you to even drink a latte, Reyes,” Trish joked. “Big, macho cowboy who likes a sweet, pretentious drink.”
“No one asked you,” Zayne said, not looking at her. “Can I have my damn drink, narco?”
“Look at your watch,” James said, still keeping possession of Reyes’ drink.
“Why?”
“Humor me,” James said.
Zayne glanced at his watch. “Eight twenty-three,” he said. “You’re now twenty-three minutes late with my coffee.”
Undeterred, James indicated the clock on the wall with his chin. “What does that say?”
Narrowing his eyes at the redhead, Zayne glanced over his shoulder and read the time. “Seven fifty-eight. So, what? It’s slow.”
“No, it’s not,” James said, taking a step towards the irate cowboy. “It’s correct. If you don’t believe me look at your phone.”
Zayne crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the narcotics detective. “What the hell did you do?”
Andrej put the paper down and folded his hands together on the top of his desk. “Jay, are you playing pranks on Zayne again?”
“Me,” James asked, looking appropriately scandalized. “Well, maybe a little. I set his watch forward as a joke. I honestly didn’t think it was for anything but show. Half the damn time he has his phone in his hand anyway.”
“Hah,” Trish howled. “Good one, Rosewood.”
“Come on, Andy,” James said, frowning. “You can’t possibly be angry with me. I bet he was even on time this morning.”
“That’s not funny, asshole,” Zayne spat. He stomped forward and grabbed his drink from the redhead. “I’ll be back in a few,” he said to Zeklos and the girls. “If I don’t leave now, there might be a fight.”
They watched Zayne storm out of the bullpen and Andrej sighed. “You should not play tricks on him, Jay.”
“Why not,” James asked. “It was harmless.”
“At least he set Reyes’ watch forward,” Hilary pointed out. “He could have set it back, making Zayne late.”
“It does not matter because the truth is, Zayne will retaliate,” Andrej said. “And I will be forced to mediate between these two.”
“Oh damn,” James groaned. “I never even thought about that.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Hilary agreed. “Men never consider the consequences of their actions.”
As much as he wanted to agree with her, Andrej wasn’t going to say as much out loud. “Jay?”
“I’m on it,” he said, putting his own coffee down onto Andrej’s desk. “I’ll go find him and apologize.”
“Thank you,” Andrej said, watching James jog off in search of the disgruntled Texan.
“How do you put up with them both, Zek?” Trish sat on the edge of his desk, one foot swinging back and forth. “Reyes is enough of a handful, why add the narco to the mix?”
“I do not know,” he replied. “It had seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“And now,” Hilary prompted.
“Now I am not so sure.” Although, truthfully, he was relatively certain that his two idiot boyfriends were still a good idea. Most of the time, anyway. They did have those rare moments when they came together rather than stand in opposition, and those moments were worth all the trouble in the world.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 869
Summary: It’s James’ turn to bring the coffee and he’s late.
Author’s Note: Written for the prompt Fifteen minutes late with Starbucks at comment_fic. Because Jay would.
“You know he’s on my list, right?” Zayne glanced at his watch and sighed. “What the hell do you see in that slice of gingerbread anyway?”
Andrej lowered the paper he’d been reading and stared at his partner. “I have many reasons for liking him, Zayne, but I can see no reason for him to be ‘on your list’ right now.”
“He is late,” Zayne growled. “Fifteen minutes late, to be exact, and I need my coffee!”
“Maybe you should have stopped on your way in and gotten your own,” Trish taunted, holding up a familiar white paper cup. “I know better than to rely on anyone when it comes to my caffeine.”
“There isn’t a Starbucks near the house,” Zayne pouted. He dropped heavily into his chair.
“How on earth is that possible,” Hilary asked. “There are four within two miles of my house.”
“And Maxwell’s neighborhood isn’t nearly as fancy as yours is, Reyes.”
Zayne glared at the female detectives. “You can both stuff it. There’s one independent coffee shop that sells drinks in weird, beaker shaped bottles and another that is Harry Potter themed. Neither one is a god damned Starbucks.”
“Good lord,” James snorted, coming into the bullpen that served at homicide’s home base. “Is he always this cranky in the mornings, Andy?”
Zeklos shrugged. “Only when he refuses the coffee I make at home. He can be picky when he wants to be.”
“I picked you, didn’t I,” Zayne mumbled. “Him, on the other hand, I kind of got stuck with him.”
“Ya know, you might want to be a little kinder to me, cowboy,” James laughed. “You don’t have your coffee yet.”
“I really don’t like you right now,” Zayne said, holding a hand out. “Gimme. You’re already late.”
“I’m not late,” James said, handing an iced coffee to Andrej. “Your watch is fast.”
“It is not,” Zayne said, wiggling his fingers. “Now can I have my freaking latte?”
“Do you have any idea how out of character it is for you to even drink a latte, Reyes,” Trish joked. “Big, macho cowboy who likes a sweet, pretentious drink.”
“No one asked you,” Zayne said, not looking at her. “Can I have my damn drink, narco?”
“Look at your watch,” James said, still keeping possession of Reyes’ drink.
“Why?”
“Humor me,” James said.
Zayne glanced at his watch. “Eight twenty-three,” he said. “You’re now twenty-three minutes late with my coffee.”
Undeterred, James indicated the clock on the wall with his chin. “What does that say?”
Narrowing his eyes at the redhead, Zayne glanced over his shoulder and read the time. “Seven fifty-eight. So, what? It’s slow.”
“No, it’s not,” James said, taking a step towards the irate cowboy. “It’s correct. If you don’t believe me look at your phone.”
Zayne crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the narcotics detective. “What the hell did you do?”
Andrej put the paper down and folded his hands together on the top of his desk. “Jay, are you playing pranks on Zayne again?”
“Me,” James asked, looking appropriately scandalized. “Well, maybe a little. I set his watch forward as a joke. I honestly didn’t think it was for anything but show. Half the damn time he has his phone in his hand anyway.”
“Hah,” Trish howled. “Good one, Rosewood.”
“Come on, Andy,” James said, frowning. “You can’t possibly be angry with me. I bet he was even on time this morning.”
“That’s not funny, asshole,” Zayne spat. He stomped forward and grabbed his drink from the redhead. “I’ll be back in a few,” he said to Zeklos and the girls. “If I don’t leave now, there might be a fight.”
They watched Zayne storm out of the bullpen and Andrej sighed. “You should not play tricks on him, Jay.”
“Why not,” James asked. “It was harmless.”
“At least he set Reyes’ watch forward,” Hilary pointed out. “He could have set it back, making Zayne late.”
“It does not matter because the truth is, Zayne will retaliate,” Andrej said. “And I will be forced to mediate between these two.”
“Oh damn,” James groaned. “I never even thought about that.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Hilary agreed. “Men never consider the consequences of their actions.”
As much as he wanted to agree with her, Andrej wasn’t going to say as much out loud. “Jay?”
“I’m on it,” he said, putting his own coffee down onto Andrej’s desk. “I’ll go find him and apologize.”
“Thank you,” Andrej said, watching James jog off in search of the disgruntled Texan.
“How do you put up with them both, Zek?” Trish sat on the edge of his desk, one foot swinging back and forth. “Reyes is enough of a handful, why add the narco to the mix?”
“I do not know,” he replied. “It had seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“And now,” Hilary prompted.
“Now I am not so sure.” Although, truthfully, he was relatively certain that his two idiot boyfriends were still a good idea. Most of the time, anyway. They did have those rare moments when they came together rather than stand in opposition, and those moments were worth all the trouble in the world.