Notes: CookeMe25 left a prompt in my ask box on Tumblr, like, 12 years ago. You guys know the Red Robin commercial? Where the guy disappears and to get him to come out they do the "Red Robinnnnn... Yummmmmmm," bit? Well, it's like that only different. Never written Esposito and Ryan on their own before, but this is what happened when I finally decided to try out her prompt. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and Hannah made me want a Whiskey River Barbecue Chicken Wrap and Freckled Lemonade.
"Where the hell did he go?" Esposito asked, exasperation evident in his voice. They'd been hot on their perp's trail and then he was gone. Vanished. Nowhere to be found. Javier Esposito was nothing less than pissed.
"Got me, bro," Ryan panted from his partner's side. "Dude's a ghost."
"I'm gonna call it in," he sighed, pulling his phone out. "You keep an eye out, in case he's still here."
"Yeah, sure." The Irishman waved his partner off and kept watch over the room the hallway dead ended in. As the minutes began to add up he began to tap, odd patterns, staccato rhythms, and familiar tunes.
"Stop it," Esposito growled about five minutes later.
Ryan squinted at his partner and started knocking against the wall. Then there was humming. Then he played the tune no one could resist. He rapped out, knuckles against the knotted door frame, the underlying beat. "Shave and a haircut..."
Both men whipped their heads to the left when the final line was played from behind the bookcase. They each took a side and tipped the shelves forward, revealing a cubby hole just large enough for one stupid criminal to hide in.
"Two bits." Ryan grasped the man's shoulder and hauled him out while Esposito readied the cuffs. "You owe me, man."
"Can it, Honeymilk."