Pros Fic: Workday Blues
Written for the Tea and Swiss Role Weekly Obbo Challenge
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I simply borrow the lads now and again for my own entertainment.
“Its official, the old man has finally lost all his marbles,” Ray Doyle declared as he slumped onto his partner’s sofa. “Should have seen it coming,” he paused and shook his head, “on the bright side I guess Ross will finally have a patient who actually needs her attention.”
“Ray,” Bodie growled, placing a beer on the table in front of him.
“No way, Bodie. There is no way in hell you can defend the old man on this, there isn’t; unless, of course, you’re bucking for a padded cell next to his.” Green eyes glared at his partner before taking a long swallow of beer.
“I’m no happier about this then you are, Doyle, but the Cow has a point.”
“A point? The man has cleared flipped his lid, mate. There is simply no way in hell we can go play nice with Willis and his minions and come out in one piece. It simply isn’t possible, and you know it as well as I do. Are you forgetting the man has tried to have you killed- more than once, I might add?” Doyle pushed himself off the sofa and began pacing, both hands pushing through his hair.
“That was then. Willis cut his losses and moved on. So have I. If Cowley says working the case with them is the only way to prevent the assassination attempt, then it’s the only way.”
“There you go again, you bleeding idiot! If the old man told you to jump from London Bridge into the Thames you’d do it without thinking twice. For a man who talks a good game about protecting his own skin, you are awfully damn willing to throw yourself on a grenade for our fearless leader.”
“Ray,” Bodie paused running a hand across his face, “I don’t like this anymore than you do. In fact, I probably like it even less than you. But the point is we have a job to do, and if the Cow says this is the best way to stop a hit, and unless you have a better option, then it’s how we’ll do it…in spite of Willis.”
“Bodie-mate,” Doyle wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist and pulled him close, “I know you’re right…and that’s my problem. I do trust the old man, and I trust you with my life. It’s Willis and his goons that have me worried. That and the thought of just how bad this could go and who Willis will point the finger at if it does. It just doesn’t bode well for us.”
Blue eyes met green before Bodie leaned forward until their foreheads met. “I know, Sunshine, but I’ll have you watching me back, and I’ll be watching yours.”
“Just promise me no heroics, pet. Not on this one. Not sure my heart could take it.”
“No heroics, you have my word.” Bodie adjusted his stance so he could seal his promise with a kiss.
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I simply borrow the lads now and again for my own entertainment.
“Its official, the old man has finally lost all his marbles,” Ray Doyle declared as he slumped onto his partner’s sofa. “Should have seen it coming,” he paused and shook his head, “on the bright side I guess Ross will finally have a patient who actually needs her attention.”
“Ray,” Bodie growled, placing a beer on the table in front of him.
“No way, Bodie. There is no way in hell you can defend the old man on this, there isn’t; unless, of course, you’re bucking for a padded cell next to his.” Green eyes glared at his partner before taking a long swallow of beer.
“I’m no happier about this then you are, Doyle, but the Cow has a point.”
“A point? The man has cleared flipped his lid, mate. There is simply no way in hell we can go play nice with Willis and his minions and come out in one piece. It simply isn’t possible, and you know it as well as I do. Are you forgetting the man has tried to have you killed- more than once, I might add?” Doyle pushed himself off the sofa and began pacing, both hands pushing through his hair.
“That was then. Willis cut his losses and moved on. So have I. If Cowley says working the case with them is the only way to prevent the assassination attempt, then it’s the only way.”
“There you go again, you bleeding idiot! If the old man told you to jump from London Bridge into the Thames you’d do it without thinking twice. For a man who talks a good game about protecting his own skin, you are awfully damn willing to throw yourself on a grenade for our fearless leader.”
“Ray,” Bodie paused running a hand across his face, “I don’t like this anymore than you do. In fact, I probably like it even less than you. But the point is we have a job to do, and if the Cow says this is the best way to stop a hit, and unless you have a better option, then it’s how we’ll do it…in spite of Willis.”
“Bodie-mate,” Doyle wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist and pulled him close, “I know you’re right…and that’s my problem. I do trust the old man, and I trust you with my life. It’s Willis and his goons that have me worried. That and the thought of just how bad this could go and who Willis will point the finger at if it does. It just doesn’t bode well for us.”
Blue eyes met green before Bodie leaned forward until their foreheads met. “I know, Sunshine, but I’ll have you watching me back, and I’ll be watching yours.”
“Just promise me no heroics, pet. Not on this one. Not sure my heart could take it.”
“No heroics, you have my word.” Bodie adjusted his stance so he could seal his promise with a kiss.