Prompt: Ice-skating
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Sheriff O'Malley...
Author's note: Just a silly little drabble I was inspired to write after reading a story a fellow write sent me. Hope you enjoy.
"Oh, c'mon, now," The sheriff glanced at the detectives standing before him. "Don't tell me none of you city-slickers don't know how to ice-skate."
Lisbon exchanged uncomfortable glances with Rigsby and Van Pelt. Slowly, they shook their heads. Jane merely smirked.
Sheriff O'Malley blinked, he turned to Cho, "And I suppose you don't either?"
Cho's unreadable gaze didn't waver as his four companions turned to him in surprise.
"Cho?" Lisbon prompted.
Cho took a few minutes before finally reaching out for the pair of ice-skates in the sheriff's hands.
Rigsby's jaw dropped. "Since when did you know how to skate?" He demanded, dumbfounded.
Cho grunted slightly as yank off his boots and started to tug on a skate. He blinked owlishly up at Rigsby. Van Pelt and Lisbon stared at him in amazement. "Not much to it." Cho tugged on the other skate. "Pretty much like roller blading."
"That still doesn't explain how you know how to skate."
Cho stood and walked carefully onto the ice to stand next to O'Malley. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He glided off gracefully towards the body on the ice, O'Malley following with an amused expression.
Rigsby gaped after his friend, watching him come to a stop close to the corpse. Then, something clicked in his brain.
"Hang on," Rigsby spluttered, indignant. "How the hell did he learn how to skate in the desert!?"
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