Fic -- Blue Bloods, Danny, OC Matthews -- Dinosaurs on the Ninth Floor
From a prompt at comment-fic: Any cop series, any + any, "What do you mean, dinosaurs?!?". This was *supposed* to be a 50-word fic, but I got carried away---it's 150.
Dinosaurs on the Ninth Floor
“What’ve we got?” Danny asks the uniform waiting outside the apartment.
“Dinosaurs!” Matthews blurts. “They came charging down the hall while I was checking the vic for a pulse-“
“What do you mean, dinosaurs?”
“Giant fucking lizards. Two of ‘em. They been lunching on the deceased.”
Dinosaurs? Danny will believe that when he sees it. He enters the apartment, gets a look at one of the so-called dinosaurs as it lunges toward him. He retreats, fast.
“You were close,” Danny says on the other side of the door, trying to play it cool. “They’re Komodo dragons. Native to Indonesia.”
“What, they took a wrong turn at Flatbush?” Matthews rolls his eyes. “What are we supposed to do with them?”
Danny, who only knows what they are because he saw them in that Brando flick, knows they’re rare. Shooting them would probably bring down heat from PETA. “Call the zoo.”
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Dinosaurs on the Ninth Floor
“What’ve we got?” Danny asks the uniform waiting outside the apartment.
“Dinosaurs!” Matthews blurts. “They came charging down the hall while I was checking the vic for a pulse-“
“What do you mean, dinosaurs?”
“Giant fucking lizards. Two of ‘em. They been lunching on the deceased.”
Dinosaurs? Danny will believe that when he sees it. He enters the apartment, gets a look at one of the so-called dinosaurs as it lunges toward him. He retreats, fast.
“You were close,” Danny says on the other side of the door, trying to play it cool. “They’re Komodo dragons. Native to Indonesia.”
“What, they took a wrong turn at Flatbush?” Matthews rolls his eyes. “What are we supposed to do with them?”
Danny, who only knows what they are because he saw them in that Brando flick, knows they’re rare. Shooting them would probably bring down heat from PETA. “Call the zoo.”
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