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26 June 2007 @ 02:30 am
I'm gonna make you bend and break...  
HA HA! I have chapter 5! *dances*

by Alouette Sparra

Author’s Notes: This took me all of forever, didn’t it? Well, I don’t have much to say, beyond the fact that this is dialogue heavy.

Prompt: Sixth Sense

Chapitre 1-God Called In Sick Today
Chapitre 2-Doctor My Eyes
Chapitre 3-Behind Blue Eyes
Chapitre 4-Something Against You

Chapitre 5: Nobody’s Listening

    “Right... You’ve lost. You know you’ve lost. Why are you still struggling?” Nicholas grumbled. His once comfortable seat was now extremely not, mostly because it was moving.

    “I can still move!” A desperate plea from a desperate man. Well, Nicholas decided the jury was still out on Nemo being a man, given the squeakiness of his reply. It didn’t really matter. Nemo may have been the more solidly built of the two, but Nicholas had the skill and experience.

    Hence why he was now sitting on top of a none too happy about it Nemo Aleksandr. It served the fool right, starting a fight like that. Just because neither was fond of the other any more did not mean that it was necessary to fight like cat and dog every time they met. Especially not when in uniform. Nicholas pointed this out to the young detective, who finally ceased his struggles and just laid there.

    “You might just be right, Angel.”

    “Usually am.”

    “Cheeky twat.”

    “Now there’s an original insult.” Drier than toast.

    “Sorry, I’ll try to be more creative, although the urge to just up and say the b-word is overwhelming.”

    Nicholas glared pointedly at Nemo. “You wouldn’t dare.”

    “Who, me?”

    “No, the other annoying little redheaded prat I’m sitting on top of.”

    “Gotcha... bastard.”

    At this point, Nicholas closed his eyes and just sighed. Really, Nemo was infuriating, but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response. He opened his eyes again and looked back in the direction of the house. Sioffre was standing in the doorway, leaned casually against the frame with his arms crossed. From the looks of it, he’d probably be delivering one of his oft praised lectures on protocol later.

    “Up.” Nicholas got off of Nemo and brushed the dirt from his uniform.

    Nemo stood up on his own, not bothering about the dirt. He made a mental note to find another white shirt soon, and to not fight in work clothes again.

    “...and for that matter, it is just plain unprofessional. Now, I hope we will not have to have this discussion again, gentlemen?” Tavington sat on the edge of Nicholas’ desk, staring at the two officers in front of him.

    “No, sir,” was the stereo reply.

    “Right then. Aleksandr, you can go. Nicholas, if you have a moment...?” Sioffre was many things. One of them was not stupid. Seven years of working with Nicholas Angel, even after he had applied for light duty the first time he broke his clavicle, was more than enough time for him to learn every last mood of Nic’s. There were a few jokes about him being psychic because he was the only person at the Met who could read Nicholas like a book... well, actually, read him at all.

    As such, he could tell that Nicholas had been inwardly rolling his eyes the entire time. He would even hazard a guess that the younger officer was thinking something along the lines of ‘bollocks’, but he was not certain. He wasn’t really psychic, after all. At least Aleksandr, for all his prior insubordination, had paid rapt attention, although Sioffre had the nagging feeling that he had also been mentally rolling his eyes.

    “Yes, Sioffre?”

    “What in blazes was that?”

    Nicholas frowned slightly. “What in blazes was what?”

    “You might as well have actually rolled your eyes.”

    “I’m sorry, was I that obvious?”

    “To me, yes.” It was a little disconcerting. Ever since Nicholas had moved to Sandford, Sioffre could not help but notice a sarcastic streak was developing.

    “Well, coming from you, any sort of lecture on protocol is absolute... Well, you know what I’m getting at.”

    “I thought we agreed to forget that.”

    “Hmmm? Oh, yes, the chair incident. Yes, we did. For the record, no, I didn’t.”

    “Suspected as much, given how any time I have to lecture on protocol you bring it up.”

    “I’m good for that.”

    “Duly noted. I guess that’s all then, unless you’d care to explain to me why you never got me in trouble over

    “I haven’t?”

    Sioffre stood up. “No, you never have. Either that, or I forgot. Concussion, if you recall.”

    “That was not my fault. Well, directly, anyhow.”

    “You were going to explain?”

    “Hmm?” Nicholas stood up as well. He made a mental note to move the two extra chairs in his office back a little, as there was probably all of four inches separating him from Sioffre. “Oh, that. It would have been both our careers if I had.” He sidestepped away from Sioffre before turning to leave.

    “How now both?”

    “Why both? You’d have been kicked out of the service and I would have had to put up with a lot of rumors. Thank you, no, I’d rather not put up with such inanities.” Nicholas left his office and headed outside, grabbing a set of keys from the rack as he passed it.

    He noticed Nemo leaning against the building next to the stairs, freshly lit cigarette in his mouth. Nicholas frowned. He reached over and plucked the cigarette from Nemo’s lips. Nemo glared at him.

    “What was that for?”

    Nicholas dropped the cigarette to the ground. “Smoking,” he said as he ground it out with his heel, “is bad for your health.”

    “Oh come off it, you let your detectives smoke.”

    “I really have tenuous control over the Andes at the best of times. As such, there are certain things I do not
do. One of them is prevent them from getting lung cancer.” Nicholas moved off of the stairs to lean against the wall on the other side. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked over at Nemo.

    Nemo snorted. “What kind of Inspector are you if you can’t even control your own officers?”

    “Same sort of Inspector I suspect Andrea Trevelyne is. And yes, I do know your boss. Rather well. We worked together once. Of course, she knew the meaning of joint jurisdiction.”

    “It’s bad enough we have to share with the Met.”

    “Ah... less glory on the individual...”

    “What? No, it’s just difficult,” Nemo sighed, tilting his head back to look at the sky.

    “Or you’re just being difficult. Think on that. Oh, you weren’t actually listening to Sioffre, were you?”

    That caught Nemo’s attention. He looked over at Nicholas. “No. Why?”

    “Listen carefully, because this is going to be the only advice I ever actually give you concerning police work,
and I am not repeating this. Sioffre Tavington is many things. An excellent lecturer, extraordinarily talented with politics, good at paperwork, and extremely intelligent. However, he is also the last person in the service whom you should listen to when it comes to certain aspects of protocol.”

    “Pardon? How’d he make Inspector if he doesn’t practice what he preaches?”

    “Aside from the fact that he has never openly flouted the rules as we did with that little brawl we had? He’s also very good at getting what he wants, as I said before. ‘Extraordinarily talented with politics’, remember?”

    “What’s politics got to do with that?”

    Nicholas smiled. “That would be more advice concerning police work. I believe I limited you to just that one bit about Sioffre. You are, however, more than welcome to actually think, if such a thing is possible.” With that, he pushed away from the wall and walked over to one of the cars and got in.

    Nemo watched him drive off, frowning, before pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.
Current Mood: Took me long enough
sammiface!: hot fuzz | o rly?chibijelly on June 26th, 2007 02:41 pm (UTC)
*makes generally squeaky noises and flails a bit*
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alouette_sparra: Angelalouette_sparra on June 26th, 2007 07:49 pm (UTC)
Actually, my birth month is July.

I'm sorry, I thought I did have the paragraphs spaced out. Well, that's fixed.

You're welcome, by the way.
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alouette_sparraalouette_sparra on June 27th, 2007 08:06 am (UTC)
By the way, I quote:

Simon: That's also a message in our film, which is that there's a place for that. It shouldn't be frowned upon. It's often dismissed by the cineastes as being ponderous...

Who's being lofty and pretentious?

Interview this is from is here
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alouette_sparra: Editoralouette_sparra on June 28th, 2007 03:32 am (UTC)
Yes, you are generally awesome. Except you asked me to be bitchy.