So it's been like a year since I've written anything. I got into this really depressive slump that I'm still in, but I've been wanting to write for a long time, but I could never just get the words to leave my head. And I recently got back into DN after like five years! Nothings really changed that I can tell, with the fandom at least. It's still a slow going place to be.
This may end up as a few short things written mostly about/around the SPK since they're my fav characters. Hope you enjoy!
Seriously, Rester doesn't have the fan-base that he deserves.
Disclaimer, I own no rights.
Commander Rester, dubbed so temporarily by his underage employer, read the final information for the case of an international bank heist to their informant. The case was solved and their middle man would present the case to the French government as his own findings to complete the investigation and make the necessary arrests. Such was the way when one called in the greatest detective in the world.
Lidner and Gevanni were already relaxing after pulling nearly seventy hours of research and screen-staring to pull off the case. Gevanni, slouched in a desk chair, was skimming through the vast array of take-out menus that had been accumulated by him and Lidner and Rester. It looked like he was favoring the curry house down the road.
On his way to file his papers, Rester rounded the train set chugging on the floor in an infinite loop around the desk pulled to the middle of the room. Miniature stations were set at four different points and Rester made extra careful to not step on them. The first and last time that he had done that, he'd come in the next day to his desk full of hundreds of hours worth of surveillance work to be done. Rester would not make the same mistake twice.
"Do you think Near would want anything?" Gevanni said suddenly, as Rester was fingering through the filing cabinet.
"You call it in and I'll get it," Lidner volunteered.
"Get him something mild," Rester replied. "I'll check on him in a minute. Get me the Thai Green."
"Something spicy for me!" Lidner commanded. "And fork over your share. I'm not covering for you again. You still owe me for drinks."
Rester shook his head as he headed on out the screen room and down the hall towards where Near was going over a few potential cases.
Roger was by the door, at a desk and reading a book with a blank cover and type that was too small for Rester to read from where he was. He nodded at the old man and stepped towards his boss.
"I've finished briefing the informant and filed the case. The others are ordering dinner to celebrate a good job. I told them to get you something mild. I hope that's alright with you."
From the floor, Near lifted his head from the papers scattered around him, but didn't turn around to face his most loyal employee. "That's quite alright." He dropped his head once again, leaning on his arm and curling his legs a bit more as he lay on his side. Near pushed one paper away and began reading the one underneath it. "Give Gevanni and Lidner my thanks. You as well, Commander Rester. You did well in our last case."
"Well, it really was your work that pulled us through, sir." Rester admitted, shrugging one shoulder.
"Be that as it may, our work is not necessarily over. I have a new case lined up, but I will allow for a night of rest and will debrief everyone in the morning."
"I'll let them know."
"That will be all."
Rester hummed and turned to leave again, nodding toward Roger and promising him dinner as well.