FF: Auspicious Beginnings
Fandom: Murder in Suburbia
Pairing: Pre-relationship Ash/Scribbs
A/N: I thought I should try out the table of prompts idea. This is very short.
The dark-haired woman looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and frowned at the one shiny hair that had dared to escape its tight confines and flail across her forehead. The nonconformist strand, after withstanding a full minute of ocular abuse, was summarily twined between the woman's fingers before being yanked, painfully, from her head. A subsequent examination of her visage confirmed that nothing else was amiss, and the woman smiled, her lips so tight the expression was more reminiscent of pain than pleasure.
"I'm never drinking again," swore a blonde as she barrelled out of the cubicle and towards the washbasins, her sudden emergence causing the brunette to yelp in surprise. "You can say that again," she moaned, before dunking her head beneath the cold tap and turning it on full blast.
Water sprayed everywhere, including the brunette's skirt, prompting an exclamation of outrage from the impeccably dressed woman. "Do you mind?" she snapped, the veins in her neck throbbing as she turned a deadly stare on the blonde. "If you want to slosh around like a pig in mud, may I suggest you do it elsewhere!"
"Ssorry." The water was quickly turned off as the blonde grabbed a handful of tissues and knelt before the seething woman, her hands frantically dabbing at the water mark. "I never was that good at physics," she mumbled, her hands dabbing closer and closer to areas not normally reached before a third date.
"That's quite enough! Thank you." The brunette scuttled back until her knees collided with the waste-bin and she was forced to halt her retreat. She had thought, naively it now seemed, that the ladies' toilets in one of England's more suburban police stations would be free from the dregs of society, but she'd obviously been wrong. "The public aren't allowed in here," she informed the woman. "You should speak to the..."
"I work here," the blonde interrupted, a smile suddenly working its way onto her lips as she held out her hand and said, "I'm DS Scribbins - Emma - you must be my new DI."
The brunette was desperate to deny the accusation, but good manners made that impossible. "Detective Inspector Ashurst," she supplied, deliberately leaving out mention of her first name, even as she felt compelled to shake hands with the other woman.
"Welcome to Middleford," Scribbs continued, before wading up the soaked tissue and lobbing it over her new colleague's head and into the bin. "I look forward to working with you."
Ash stood there, transfixed, as the blonde lout exited the ladies' room, taking with her Ash's hopes and dreams of an exciting new start in Middleford. "I give it a week," she muttered, before quickly re-straightening her shirt and hurrying after the blonde.
Pairing: Pre-relationship Ash/Scribbs
A/N: I thought I should try out the table of prompts idea. This is very short.
The dark-haired woman looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and frowned at the one shiny hair that had dared to escape its tight confines and flail across her forehead. The nonconformist strand, after withstanding a full minute of ocular abuse, was summarily twined between the woman's fingers before being yanked, painfully, from her head. A subsequent examination of her visage confirmed that nothing else was amiss, and the woman smiled, her lips so tight the expression was more reminiscent of pain than pleasure.
"I'm never drinking again," swore a blonde as she barrelled out of the cubicle and towards the washbasins, her sudden emergence causing the brunette to yelp in surprise. "You can say that again," she moaned, before dunking her head beneath the cold tap and turning it on full blast.
Water sprayed everywhere, including the brunette's skirt, prompting an exclamation of outrage from the impeccably dressed woman. "Do you mind?" she snapped, the veins in her neck throbbing as she turned a deadly stare on the blonde. "If you want to slosh around like a pig in mud, may I suggest you do it elsewhere!"
"Ssorry." The water was quickly turned off as the blonde grabbed a handful of tissues and knelt before the seething woman, her hands frantically dabbing at the water mark. "I never was that good at physics," she mumbled, her hands dabbing closer and closer to areas not normally reached before a third date.
"That's quite enough! Thank you." The brunette scuttled back until her knees collided with the waste-bin and she was forced to halt her retreat. She had thought, naively it now seemed, that the ladies' toilets in one of England's more suburban police stations would be free from the dregs of society, but she'd obviously been wrong. "The public aren't allowed in here," she informed the woman. "You should speak to the..."
"I work here," the blonde interrupted, a smile suddenly working its way onto her lips as she held out her hand and said, "I'm DS Scribbins - Emma - you must be my new DI."
The brunette was desperate to deny the accusation, but good manners made that impossible. "Detective Inspector Ashurst," she supplied, deliberately leaving out mention of her first name, even as she felt compelled to shake hands with the other woman.
"Welcome to Middleford," Scribbs continued, before wading up the soaked tissue and lobbing it over her new colleague's head and into the bin. "I look forward to working with you."
Ash stood there, transfixed, as the blonde lout exited the ladies' room, taking with her Ash's hopes and dreams of an exciting new start in Middleford. "I give it a week," she muttered, before quickly re-straightening her shirt and hurrying after the blonde.