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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Walking Disaster Chapter 2
Fandom: Tigan Detective Original Fic
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,232
Summary: Zayne Reyes, while not a clumsy man, seems to be an accident magnet. And this is his worst day ever. Luckily, Andrej’s got his back.
Author’s Note: Written for the February bingo challenge at 1_million_words. My bingo card is here. Also an excuse to physically torture Reyes while emotionally torturing Zeklos. To quote Sheldon Cooper: mwah. Hah. Hah.
Prompts used: slippery floor, blow to the head.
Continued from here.
Zeklos had believed he’d exorcised all of his old world superstitions from his being by the time his first year in the states had ended. But here he was, fourteen years later, thinking he’d cursed his partner by calling him an accident magnet. His mother would be mortified. However, his favorite, crazy aunt – the one who acted as the local shuvani and catered to all sorts of village nonsense – would simply smile and wink at his discomfort.
xx
Reyes double checked the plate of the ’98 Honda Civic to the notes in the case file. “That’s it, this is Meyers’ car. You think he’s inside?”
Looking into the diner, Zeklos nodded. “His girlfriend said he had a late breakfast here every day around eleven.” He checked his watch for the third time since their arrival. “It’s now eleven twenty-three.”
“Good enough for me,” Zayne said, closing the file and slipping it inside the car’s console. “Ready to roll?”
“Ready,” he agreed, opening the car door and climbing out.
Entering the diner, the two detectives looked around until Zayne spotted the suspect sitting at the breakfast counter, nursing a cup of java. He gave a tug at Zeklos’ suit jacket, drawing his attention towards the reason they were there. “You go left, I go right?”
“Why not?” It was their standard approach, but it never hurt to confirm before approaching a possible fight risk. That they had learned the hard way.
Splitting apart, Reyes approached Meyers from the front while Zeklos flanked around to the back, stopping just to the side of his shoulder. “George Meyers,” Zayne asked, nodding towards the man on the stool.
“Depends on who’s asking,” the man grunted, never looking away from his coffee cup.
“Las Vegas Metro,” Zayne said, flashing his badge. “Robbery homicide.”
Zeklos anticipated the move before it happened and yet, he still missed the jerk when he bolted. Pushing past Reyes, Meyers darted for the back of the diner, into the kitchen.
“God damn it,” Zayne swore, regaining his feet and giving chase.
“I hate it when they run,” Andrej griped, following his partner and their suspect into the unknown.
His hands hit the swinging doors, thrusting them inwards as he rushed through. Catching sight of Zayne a few feet ahead of him, he pushed his legs harder. Escaping the maze of prep tables, flattop stoves, and storage cabinets, he watched as Reyes grabbed hold of their suspect, just seconds before his foot hit a slick spot on the floor.
“Grab him,” Zeklos shouted, racing to his partner’s side as he went down.
Reyes, unable to respond, tightened his grip on Meyers, dragging him roughly to the floor as they fell. His knees buckled under him and his feet flew in different directions, head slamming into the ceramic tile floor.
Skidding to a stop, Andrej barely slowed his forward momentum before he lost his balance and landed in a heap on top of his partner and their robbery suspect. Kneeling, he grabbed Meyers and yanked him roughly off Zayne’s moaning form. Not wasting a minute, Zeklos cuffed the suspect and pushed him to the side, praying his partner’s spill hadn’t left him too shaken up. “Reyes? If you’re trying for a record today, you might have picked one easier on your body.”
“Screw you,” he groaned, hand clutching his aching head.
“Yep, you’re okay,” he said, worry diminishing only a tiny bit. He had to call for backup, get Meyers down to the station and Reyes seen by a doctor. Figuring backup was the easiest part of it all, he pulled his cell phone out and dialed. “Lay back and don’t move,” he said to his partner. “I’m calling for backup and an ambulance.”
“I’m fine,” he said, attempting to sit up before deciding he’d rather lie on his back. “Maybe not so much.”
“I can see that,” Zeklos said, before speaking into his phone and giving details to dispatch. “Backup is on the way to take him to a holding cell.”
Zayne tried to nod, wincing at the pain movement caused.
“Don’t move,” Andrej said, placing a steadying hand on Reyes’ shoulder. “You’re a danger to yourself and others right now.”
Reyes rubbed his forehead with his palm, squeezing his eyes shut as he did. “I think this is the hardest floor I’ve ever had the misfortune to lay on.”
Andrej looked down at his battered partner and a wave of sympathy washed over him. With a silent apology to his new suit, he lowered himself to the floor and patted his thigh. “Put your head here. Not much of a pillow, but it’s better than the tile.”
His partner gave him a long look, probably trying to figure out if he was screwing with him or not. In the end, he gave in and rested his head against Zeklos’ muscular leg. Andrej reached out and smoothed Reyes’ bangs back off his forehead, staring down into those brilliant jade eyes. Touching Zayne was something he avoided at all costs, but feeling his head resting against him, his shoulders pressing into his flesh, he couldn’t resist giving into temptation just this once. Only giving comfort where it was needed, he told himself, not quite believing the lie even as he told it.
“Well, if this isn’t fodder for the station rumor mill, I’m not sure what is.”
Andrej lifted his gaze to the grinning officer standing over them and frowned. “Riley, don’t you have a suspect to transport?”
“Touchy, touchy,” the medic laughed, stepping over Reyes’ legs to get to the captive Meyers. “He crack his noggin or did he finally confess his undying love for you?”
“He hit his head on the floor,” Andrej said. “He’d never confess his undying love to anyone.” Least of all me, he thought.
“Uh-huh,” Riley snorted. “You see these two, Matthews?”
A sandy haired officer stuck his head around a bank of cabinets and grinned. “Zeklos and Reyes found in yet another compromising situation. Nothing new there.”
“Gee, thanks Matthews,” Zayne muttered from the floor. “See if I ever help you out again.”
“Will you two please transport Meyers back to the station? We’ll interview him once Reyes is released by the medics.” Which would give the two uniforms exactly enough time to spread this little gem all over the city.
“Anything you say,” Riley said, hauling Meyers to his feet and dragging him out of the kitchen. “Time to go, Matthews.”
The two young officers left the busy kitchen, leaving them mostly alone. “Fucking unis,” Reyes muttered. “Buncha wise guys, all of them.”
“Stupid slippery floors,” Andrej added, stroking the injured man’s forehead again. “How’s your head?”
“Hurts like hell.” He tried to sit up again and failed.
“Stay flat,” he told him. “It’ll ease the pain some. I swear, after this, you’re going home where you can’t hurt yourself anymore.”
“The hell I’m going home,” Reyes growled as the paramedics finally arrived. “Once they say it’s okay, you’re taking me to a bar and I’m having a drink. I don’t give a damn that it’s not even lunchtime yet.”
“By the time we’re done with you, it will be,” the middle aged EMT said, helping to lift Reyes into a sitting position.
“Kill me now,” Reyes said, giving Andrej a pathetic look.
“Okay, maybe one drink.” He owed him that much for jinxing him, after all.
xx
Story continues here.
Fandom: Tigan Detective Original Fic
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,232
Summary: Zayne Reyes, while not a clumsy man, seems to be an accident magnet. And this is his worst day ever. Luckily, Andrej’s got his back.
Author’s Note: Written for the February bingo challenge at 1_million_words. My bingo card is here. Also an excuse to physically torture Reyes while emotionally torturing Zeklos. To quote Sheldon Cooper: mwah. Hah. Hah.
Prompts used: slippery floor, blow to the head.
Continued from here.
Zeklos had believed he’d exorcised all of his old world superstitions from his being by the time his first year in the states had ended. But here he was, fourteen years later, thinking he’d cursed his partner by calling him an accident magnet. His mother would be mortified. However, his favorite, crazy aunt – the one who acted as the local shuvani and catered to all sorts of village nonsense – would simply smile and wink at his discomfort.
xx
Reyes double checked the plate of the ’98 Honda Civic to the notes in the case file. “That’s it, this is Meyers’ car. You think he’s inside?”
Looking into the diner, Zeklos nodded. “His girlfriend said he had a late breakfast here every day around eleven.” He checked his watch for the third time since their arrival. “It’s now eleven twenty-three.”
“Good enough for me,” Zayne said, closing the file and slipping it inside the car’s console. “Ready to roll?”
“Ready,” he agreed, opening the car door and climbing out.
Entering the diner, the two detectives looked around until Zayne spotted the suspect sitting at the breakfast counter, nursing a cup of java. He gave a tug at Zeklos’ suit jacket, drawing his attention towards the reason they were there. “You go left, I go right?”
“Why not?” It was their standard approach, but it never hurt to confirm before approaching a possible fight risk. That they had learned the hard way.
Splitting apart, Reyes approached Meyers from the front while Zeklos flanked around to the back, stopping just to the side of his shoulder. “George Meyers,” Zayne asked, nodding towards the man on the stool.
“Depends on who’s asking,” the man grunted, never looking away from his coffee cup.
“Las Vegas Metro,” Zayne said, flashing his badge. “Robbery homicide.”
Zeklos anticipated the move before it happened and yet, he still missed the jerk when he bolted. Pushing past Reyes, Meyers darted for the back of the diner, into the kitchen.
“God damn it,” Zayne swore, regaining his feet and giving chase.
“I hate it when they run,” Andrej griped, following his partner and their suspect into the unknown.
His hands hit the swinging doors, thrusting them inwards as he rushed through. Catching sight of Zayne a few feet ahead of him, he pushed his legs harder. Escaping the maze of prep tables, flattop stoves, and storage cabinets, he watched as Reyes grabbed hold of their suspect, just seconds before his foot hit a slick spot on the floor.
“Grab him,” Zeklos shouted, racing to his partner’s side as he went down.
Reyes, unable to respond, tightened his grip on Meyers, dragging him roughly to the floor as they fell. His knees buckled under him and his feet flew in different directions, head slamming into the ceramic tile floor.
Skidding to a stop, Andrej barely slowed his forward momentum before he lost his balance and landed in a heap on top of his partner and their robbery suspect. Kneeling, he grabbed Meyers and yanked him roughly off Zayne’s moaning form. Not wasting a minute, Zeklos cuffed the suspect and pushed him to the side, praying his partner’s spill hadn’t left him too shaken up. “Reyes? If you’re trying for a record today, you might have picked one easier on your body.”
“Screw you,” he groaned, hand clutching his aching head.
“Yep, you’re okay,” he said, worry diminishing only a tiny bit. He had to call for backup, get Meyers down to the station and Reyes seen by a doctor. Figuring backup was the easiest part of it all, he pulled his cell phone out and dialed. “Lay back and don’t move,” he said to his partner. “I’m calling for backup and an ambulance.”
“I’m fine,” he said, attempting to sit up before deciding he’d rather lie on his back. “Maybe not so much.”
“I can see that,” Zeklos said, before speaking into his phone and giving details to dispatch. “Backup is on the way to take him to a holding cell.”
Zayne tried to nod, wincing at the pain movement caused.
“Don’t move,” Andrej said, placing a steadying hand on Reyes’ shoulder. “You’re a danger to yourself and others right now.”
Reyes rubbed his forehead with his palm, squeezing his eyes shut as he did. “I think this is the hardest floor I’ve ever had the misfortune to lay on.”
Andrej looked down at his battered partner and a wave of sympathy washed over him. With a silent apology to his new suit, he lowered himself to the floor and patted his thigh. “Put your head here. Not much of a pillow, but it’s better than the tile.”
His partner gave him a long look, probably trying to figure out if he was screwing with him or not. In the end, he gave in and rested his head against Zeklos’ muscular leg. Andrej reached out and smoothed Reyes’ bangs back off his forehead, staring down into those brilliant jade eyes. Touching Zayne was something he avoided at all costs, but feeling his head resting against him, his shoulders pressing into his flesh, he couldn’t resist giving into temptation just this once. Only giving comfort where it was needed, he told himself, not quite believing the lie even as he told it.
“Well, if this isn’t fodder for the station rumor mill, I’m not sure what is.”
Andrej lifted his gaze to the grinning officer standing over them and frowned. “Riley, don’t you have a suspect to transport?”
“Touchy, touchy,” the medic laughed, stepping over Reyes’ legs to get to the captive Meyers. “He crack his noggin or did he finally confess his undying love for you?”
“He hit his head on the floor,” Andrej said. “He’d never confess his undying love to anyone.” Least of all me, he thought.
“Uh-huh,” Riley snorted. “You see these two, Matthews?”
A sandy haired officer stuck his head around a bank of cabinets and grinned. “Zeklos and Reyes found in yet another compromising situation. Nothing new there.”
“Gee, thanks Matthews,” Zayne muttered from the floor. “See if I ever help you out again.”
“Will you two please transport Meyers back to the station? We’ll interview him once Reyes is released by the medics.” Which would give the two uniforms exactly enough time to spread this little gem all over the city.
“Anything you say,” Riley said, hauling Meyers to his feet and dragging him out of the kitchen. “Time to go, Matthews.”
The two young officers left the busy kitchen, leaving them mostly alone. “Fucking unis,” Reyes muttered. “Buncha wise guys, all of them.”
“Stupid slippery floors,” Andrej added, stroking the injured man’s forehead again. “How’s your head?”
“Hurts like hell.” He tried to sit up again and failed.
“Stay flat,” he told him. “It’ll ease the pain some. I swear, after this, you’re going home where you can’t hurt yourself anymore.”
“The hell I’m going home,” Reyes growled as the paramedics finally arrived. “Once they say it’s okay, you’re taking me to a bar and I’m having a drink. I don’t give a damn that it’s not even lunchtime yet.”
“By the time we’re done with you, it will be,” the middle aged EMT said, helping to lift Reyes into a sitting position.
“Kill me now,” Reyes said, giving Andrej a pathetic look.
“Okay, maybe one drink.” He owed him that much for jinxing him, after all.
xx
Story continues here.
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Date: 2015-02-26 03:58 pm (UTC)But seriously, if Reyes has a concussion, I totally feel his pain. I've had three and they suck. I think he needs a bit of snuggle time to ease the pain. ;D
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Date: 2015-02-26 08:49 pm (UTC)Thankfully, I never have! Although, it's not for lack of trying (I'm such a klutz). You both deserve a bit of cuddles!