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Author's usual notes and disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters nor the original Inspector Lynley Mysteries – they belong to Elizabeth George and the BBC. I have borrowed the characters from the TV-Show and solely own the ideas of my stories and the developments I've let them go through.
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WARNING! This story definitely is M-rated. You should not read it if you aren't prepared for reading about things going on between lovers (and such). This piece of romance not only contains straight language you might want to avoid but also certain topics that you may disapprove of vehemently. So here's my usual warning: This is a serious warning! If you don't like that stuff then don't read it. If you read it anyway then don't blame me!
Author's note and summary: Sometimes exhaustion after work can turn into something really exhausting. It's a little folly. This story is longer on the inside than it is on the outside. (I've always wanted to say that!)
Believe it or not but this is inspired (not only! *naughty grin*) by an old episode of Midsomer Murders. Later you may know which one but I really can't say now because it would take the fun out of it. I'm going to post this bit by bit. Maybe two bits at a time or even another bit on the same day but still only one treat after the other. Just because. And because I'm naughty. Proved. Believe me, it is written.
Anyway, enjoy...
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Cookie Monster (ch 1)
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"Ough! Finally!" With a deep sigh of relief DS Barbara Havers threw her ball pen onto her desktop. It was nine o'clock now and the last of the reports had been written down after a long and exhausting case. Three of them at the same time that is. Due to colleagues having days off and the criminals obviously starting exactly when there was no chance to call them back to work they had too less people at the Met doing the work. Together with her boss who sat in his office with the door wide open since they were alone there they had managed to solve two murders with robbery, which had been easy in fact, and with the help of good luck also caught the head of a human-trafficking gang that did not flinch from killing their competitors. They only had part-time help from a few DCs and uniform.
Now every last line of her part of the paperwork had been noted.
"Fancy a pint in a few minutes?" she heard her boss, DI Tommy Lynley, calling through the open door. He had heard her sigh.
Her enthusiastic response made him chuckle. Yes, he most definitely wanted an after work pint with his Sergeant. "My brother is celebrating his birthday here in London tonight and invited me to come over. If you don't mind...?"
"You need an excuse to leave there early, don't you?" Barbara had left her desk and now stood in the doorway to Tommy's office, leaning against the beam with the Manila folders held in front of her. He looked up and was relieved to see her smiling. Of course he would have taken her out to the best restaurant or bar if she would want to, or to their favourite pub not too far away from her flat but still far enough from here so not too much colleagues would show up. Not that he would mind that they would be seen together. He had found out long ago that he was in love with his crisp and at the same time so soft Sergeant. Contrary to his usual way of capturing he knew that all his tricks and stratagems would not work with the feisty red-headed woman. Too bad he did not know how to crack that nut. He did not even know if she actually would let herself be conquered by him.
He sighed. A deep furrow appeared on his forehead.
"What?" she asked slightly confused by his stare. He should stop that. He was doing it too often lately and it definitely made her nervous. It was not good for her attempt to keep her inappropriate feelings for him at bay. First she had not noticed but when he did it more often she had started to think he actually tried to seduce her with his soft brown eyes. But that could not be true. She, the common girl from the East Side, and he, the 8th Earl of Asherton, Cornish nobility, rich, well-educated, and what more. She tried the smile she always keeps for him and it worked. His face lit up immediately. "You can't deny that you'd prefer to not attend his party. All those young carefree students, too much alcohol, loud music-"
"Annoying. Loud annoying music." Tommy sighed again. "But well, he's my brother and I should drop by. I already have bought two tickets for a concert his horrible favourite band gives this year. I can drive you home or you come with me and later we could have another pint at-"
"Drive me home in what car, Sir?" Meanwhile Barbara had thrown the files into the sort pocket on his desk so he could sign it later. Unceremoniously she had occupied one of the two seats in front of his desk.
"Ah, bl... well, I totally forgot that." Tommy raked a hand through his hair. "Why have you taken the bus again? Today of all days?"
"Because I couldn't know that you had decided to bring your new shiny thing to the annual inspection right now! Sir."
"Yes, yes, I know. Anyway..." he signed the last of his papers. "we'll take a cab. It will work."
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