Decaffeinated.
Even though Bodie is waiting outside in the car parked beneath my flat and has been now for a good ten minutes it still doesn't raise any sense of urgency in me. The fact he hasn't impatiently sounded the car horn adds to my apathy. The weather is overcast and very grey and seems to compliment my mood. With the seasonal festivities over everything, including me, feels flat and lifeless.
Eventually I grab my gun radio and i.d and head out into the dark gloom and chill of the January morning. Bodie sits resting with his head tipped back and eyes closed. He doesn't move as I open the door and get in. There is just the vaguest twitch of a long eyelash that tells me he acknowledges my presence and that he is not asleep. It is clear his mood matches mine and I relax into my seat unconsciously mirroring his pose.
"Morning." I grunt unenthusiastically.
"Is it?"
We both sigh, adding to the air of despondency that has settled about us.
"I'm tired, fed up, don't want to go to work and considered ringing in sick so that I could go back to the warmth of my bed." Bodie declares eventually.
"Me too but Cowley would kill us."
"Since when were you scared of him?"
"Since when were you?"
A moment of quiet descends on us both.
"And I've run out of coffee," Bodie continues to grumble, just as the dark threatening skies give vent to their own feelings with a slash of lightning and a distant rumble of thunder. "You know what I'm like if I don't have my coffee in the mornings. I can't think straight."
I open my eyes to view his saturnine face."Well why didn't you come up? You could have had one while you were waiting for me."
"I couldn't be bothered to get out of the car and into the cold….and wet." He opens an eye to view the approaching weather with disgust.
"You should have called me on the radio, I'd have brought you one down with me." I told him.
Bodie groans. "I didn't think of that. I told you I can't think straight without one first thing."
He looks at me sideways. "You'd have made me coffee and brought it down to me?"
I ponder this and consider the mood I'm in. "No, I probably would have told you where to go, in no uncertain terms."
"And a happy New Year to you too." Bodie snarls sarcastically as a great sheet of rain rips down the road carrying hailstones that hammer down on the car. He lets out a lengthy sigh and closes his eyes again. It's going to be a long day.
