FAKE Triple Drabble: Rookie Mistake
Title: Rookie Mistake
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Some people just aren’t cut out to be cops.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Vertigo’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Detectives arriving at the scene of a crime tended to assume the uniforms would already have everything reasonably well under control, but that wasn’t the case this time. Dee frowned at the rookie, six months on the job and supposedly with enough experience to know what he was doing.
“We were told you were in pursuit of the suspect, and here you are, just standin’ around like an idiot. What happened, he give you the slip?”
“No, Sir. He went up there.” The rookie pointed up a fire escape leading to the roof of a brownstone apartment building.
“If he went up there, what’re you doin’ still down here? The whole idea of pursuit is to follow the suspect wherever they go until you either catch or lose ‘em!”
The rookie shrugged. “It’s a long way up and I don’t do heights.”
“You what?” Dee was beginning to think he must be having some kind of weird dream.
“Heights bother me,” the rookie explained. “I have vertigo.”
“Since when?”
Another shrug. “All my life.”
“And you didn’t think that might get in the way of you bein’ a cop?”
“I never thought I’d be expected to chase people up fire escapes.”
Dee groaned. “Of all the stupid…” He trailed off, shaking his head, as Ryo came back down from the roof. “Anything?”
Ryo shook his head. “No sign of the fugitive. The roof access door is locked, but whether the guy we’re after went down that way and locked it behind him, or jumped to the next roof, there’s no way of knowing. Uniforms can go door to door, see if he’s holed up in one of the apartments, but chances are he’s long gone, down another fire escape or through one of the buildings, onto the next street. He could’ve gone in any direction.”
Annoyed, Dee turned to the rookie. “Congratulations, asshole, you just let an armed man escape because you don’t like heights. Next time someone you’re chasin’ goes up a fire escape, you’d better be right on their heels, or you’ll find yourself out on your ear.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Some people just aren’t cut out to be cops.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Vertigo’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Detectives arriving at the scene of a crime tended to assume the uniforms would already have everything reasonably well under control, but that wasn’t the case this time. Dee frowned at the rookie, six months on the job and supposedly with enough experience to know what he was doing.
“We were told you were in pursuit of the suspect, and here you are, just standin’ around like an idiot. What happened, he give you the slip?”
“No, Sir. He went up there.” The rookie pointed up a fire escape leading to the roof of a brownstone apartment building.
“If he went up there, what’re you doin’ still down here? The whole idea of pursuit is to follow the suspect wherever they go until you either catch or lose ‘em!”
The rookie shrugged. “It’s a long way up and I don’t do heights.”
“You what?” Dee was beginning to think he must be having some kind of weird dream.
“Heights bother me,” the rookie explained. “I have vertigo.”
“Since when?”
Another shrug. “All my life.”
“And you didn’t think that might get in the way of you bein’ a cop?”
“I never thought I’d be expected to chase people up fire escapes.”
Dee groaned. “Of all the stupid…” He trailed off, shaking his head, as Ryo came back down from the roof. “Anything?”
Ryo shook his head. “No sign of the fugitive. The roof access door is locked, but whether the guy we’re after went down that way and locked it behind him, or jumped to the next roof, there’s no way of knowing. Uniforms can go door to door, see if he’s holed up in one of the apartments, but chances are he’s long gone, down another fire escape or through one of the buildings, onto the next street. He could’ve gone in any direction.”
Annoyed, Dee turned to the rookie. “Congratulations, asshole, you just let an armed man escape because you don’t like heights. Next time someone you’re chasin’ goes up a fire escape, you’d better be right on their heels, or you’ll find yourself out on your ear.”
The End