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blue_bells» Title: The Palette Wants
» Fandom: Life
» Warnings: None.
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Charlie Crews, Dani Reese
» Summary: The one day Charlie Crews doesn't eat fruit, everybody stares.
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It’s Charlie’s birthday and people have been presenting baskets, boxes and trees (yes, potted trees) of fruit at his desk all morning. He feels indulged, uncomfortably popular, but at least he won’t have to visit the orchard for at least a week.
Charlie reclines in his chair and folds his hands behind his head. Closing his eyes, he breathes in the bouquet of summer harvest with a note of pleasure.
When lunchtime arrives and Reese negotiates her way around the impromptu fruit market, she notices that Charlie hasn’t moved much since she lost sight of him behind the potted pineapple that arrived around 10AM. He’s probably the only man with the nerve to shut his eyes, chin in hand on the desk and feign to all the world that’s he’s sleeping on the job.
Reese frowns and peers closer.
Unless it’s no pretence.
“Crews,” Reese leans a hip against his desk and almost spills the assorted fruit basket from Janice down in administration. “If you napped through the last four hours, I’m not picking up the slack. Not even on your birthday.”
“There comes a time in every cop’s life when all he can do is wait,” Charlie mumbles against his chin.
Reese sighs under her breath. “For what this time?”
“Answers, Reese....” Charlie extends his hand and a file lands in his palm from the passing runner from records management. He opens his eyes and shares a smile with the runner as she departs; a pretty brunette with heels that echo. Charlie brandishes the latest case file at his partner with purpose. “Answers!”
Reese has learned not to humour these tirades and instead inspects his gifts of the morning. She blinks in surprise. “You haven’t touched anything, I expected you to be drowning in juice and your own drool by now.”
She can’t help noticing that everyone else seems to also be staring, whispering behind their hands at the spectre of Charlie Crews and his untouched bounty overflowing onto Reese’s desk.
Charlie smiles up at her, “Can you smell that?” He inhales loudly and his eyes slide shut in bliss.
Reese doesn’t have to try, with their adjoining desks it’s all she’s smelled all morning. If she was completely honest, it was starting to make her stomach roll.
Charlie steeples his fingers and taps his chin, slow and considering. He looks up at her and she raises an eyebrow, bracing herself.
“Doesn’t today feel like... a tofu day?"
"Uh.... ?"
"Come on, Reese, I’ll show you the best bean curd in town,” Charlie leaps up and grabs his jacket.
Reese follows him to the exit, stunned. “Just promise me you’ll eat the mangoes. I picked them. Myself.”
Charlie smiles with sudden surprise and delight, holding the door open for her. “Thank you, Reese! I will.”
She points to herself, in case he missed the point. “I picked them – myself -- from the market, this morning. I don't know if you appreciate how much effort that took for me.”
“It’s my first task when we get back.”
“You know I’ll check.”
“Of course you will.”
» Fandom: Life
» Warnings: None.
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Charlie Crews, Dani Reese
» Summary: The one day Charlie Crews doesn't eat fruit, everybody stares.
» A/N: Written here for
alieneyes in comment_fic. It’s Charlie’s birthday and people have been presenting baskets, boxes and trees (yes, potted trees) of fruit at his desk all morning. He feels indulged, uncomfortably popular, but at least he won’t have to visit the orchard for at least a week.
Charlie reclines in his chair and folds his hands behind his head. Closing his eyes, he breathes in the bouquet of summer harvest with a note of pleasure.
When lunchtime arrives and Reese negotiates her way around the impromptu fruit market, she notices that Charlie hasn’t moved much since she lost sight of him behind the potted pineapple that arrived around 10AM. He’s probably the only man with the nerve to shut his eyes, chin in hand on the desk and feign to all the world that’s he’s sleeping on the job.
Reese frowns and peers closer.
Unless it’s no pretence.
“Crews,” Reese leans a hip against his desk and almost spills the assorted fruit basket from Janice down in administration. “If you napped through the last four hours, I’m not picking up the slack. Not even on your birthday.”
“There comes a time in every cop’s life when all he can do is wait,” Charlie mumbles against his chin.
Reese sighs under her breath. “For what this time?”
“Answers, Reese....” Charlie extends his hand and a file lands in his palm from the passing runner from records management. He opens his eyes and shares a smile with the runner as she departs; a pretty brunette with heels that echo. Charlie brandishes the latest case file at his partner with purpose. “Answers!”
Reese has learned not to humour these tirades and instead inspects his gifts of the morning. She blinks in surprise. “You haven’t touched anything, I expected you to be drowning in juice and your own drool by now.”
She can’t help noticing that everyone else seems to also be staring, whispering behind their hands at the spectre of Charlie Crews and his untouched bounty overflowing onto Reese’s desk.
Charlie smiles up at her, “Can you smell that?” He inhales loudly and his eyes slide shut in bliss.
Reese doesn’t have to try, with their adjoining desks it’s all she’s smelled all morning. If she was completely honest, it was starting to make her stomach roll.
Charlie steeples his fingers and taps his chin, slow and considering. He looks up at her and she raises an eyebrow, bracing herself.
“Doesn’t today feel like... a tofu day?"
"Uh.... ?"
"Come on, Reese, I’ll show you the best bean curd in town,” Charlie leaps up and grabs his jacket.
Reese follows him to the exit, stunned. “Just promise me you’ll eat the mangoes. I picked them. Myself.”
Charlie smiles with sudden surprise and delight, holding the door open for her. “Thank you, Reese! I will.”
She points to herself, in case he missed the point. “I picked them – myself -- from the market, this morning. I don't know if you appreciate how much effort that took for me.”
“It’s my first task when we get back.”
“You know I’ll check.”
“Of course you will.”
