NEW FIC ; Wicked Witch of the West, ain't got shit on me.
Title: Wicked Witch of the West, ain't got shit on me.
Rating: PG13
Fandom: csi-no
Pairings/Characters: Lexis/Angel
Seasons/Spoilers: Angel is around 7 months pregnant with their first child.
Summary: He knew is wife had a temper, but the crazy pregnant hormones were making her damn right scary.
Author's Notes: Part of doctorfumbles multifandom drabble tree.
"And don't you ever call here again, or I swear to God I will take my husband's gun and shoot you!" And with that Angel slammed the phone down on the receiver.
Lexis just stared. He knew is wife had a temper, but the crazy pregnant hormones were making her damn right scary. "Remind me to never get on your bad side," he murmured.
Angel shot him a look. "What? Those fucking telemarketers keep calling day and night. You just don't realize it cause you're at work. I'm the one stuck here at home having to deal with them! I hate this!"
"Now darlin'," he said as he took her into his arms, "you know the doctor said you've gotta take it easy. We don't want to lose this one too."
She sighed, resting her head on his shoulders. "I know. I'm just bored. There's only so much daytime tv I can handle and Vincent isn't even letting me go over case files."
"Cuz' I told him not to."
At this, she pulled back. "You what?"
"The doctor said take it easy and that includes work. Vincent is perfectly capable of handling your patients and doing the evals for the station."
She just stared. "Lexis Byron Dareau, you've got five seconds to get on the phone and tell Vincent to give me some files or I swear to all that is Holy in this world you will be sorry."
"But I-"
"FIVE!"
"You really think counting is gonna make me do it?"
"FOUR."
He laughed. "You ain't my momma."
"THREE."
They stared at each other.
"TWO!"
"Alright!" He yelled, reaching for the phone. "Honestly woman, how I ever put up with you..." he said with a shake of the head as he began dialing.
She just smiled sweetly at her husband, then turned on her heel and headed for the kitchen. "Works every time."
Rating: PG13
Fandom: csi-no
Pairings/Characters: Lexis/Angel
Seasons/Spoilers: Angel is around 7 months pregnant with their first child.
Summary: He knew is wife had a temper, but the crazy pregnant hormones were making her damn right scary.
Author's Notes: Part of doctorfumbles multifandom drabble tree.
"And don't you ever call here again, or I swear to God I will take my husband's gun and shoot you!" And with that Angel slammed the phone down on the receiver.
Lexis just stared. He knew is wife had a temper, but the crazy pregnant hormones were making her damn right scary. "Remind me to never get on your bad side," he murmured.
Angel shot him a look. "What? Those fucking telemarketers keep calling day and night. You just don't realize it cause you're at work. I'm the one stuck here at home having to deal with them! I hate this!"
"Now darlin'," he said as he took her into his arms, "you know the doctor said you've gotta take it easy. We don't want to lose this one too."
She sighed, resting her head on his shoulders. "I know. I'm just bored. There's only so much daytime tv I can handle and Vincent isn't even letting me go over case files."
"Cuz' I told him not to."
At this, she pulled back. "You what?"
"The doctor said take it easy and that includes work. Vincent is perfectly capable of handling your patients and doing the evals for the station."
She just stared. "Lexis Byron Dareau, you've got five seconds to get on the phone and tell Vincent to give me some files or I swear to all that is Holy in this world you will be sorry."
"But I-"
"FIVE!"
"You really think counting is gonna make me do it?"
"FOUR."
He laughed. "You ain't my momma."
"THREE."
They stared at each other.
"TWO!"
"Alright!" He yelled, reaching for the phone. "Honestly woman, how I ever put up with you..." he said with a shake of the head as he began dialing.
She just smiled sweetly at her husband, then turned on her heel and headed for the kitchen. "Works every time."