Title: I'm in love with a DS
Author: ThePointGirl
Fandom: Lewis
Pairing: OC & Hathaway
Rating: R
Warnings: None really.
Feedback: Review or message. (Hint, hint. Thank you)
Notes: This is because I had a dream roughly like this,
Episode help: No idea, it's quite late on though.
Disclaimer: BBC owns Inspector Lewis-so does Kevin Whately-, with Hathaway and DCS Innocent (You got to love her name). : D
I'm in love with a DS.
I have decided.
I'm only a Detective Constable, I'm little compared to him, and he is a rank above me. But it went from walking straight into him by the coffee machine, to snarky comments about Superintendent Innocent. Not that either of us don't like her, it's just something to say, you know. I helped him with a case a couple of weeks ago; we had to spend a good three hours going through books. Because I studied English Language, and this was -we were sure- something to do with Shakespeare. This is Oxford; nearly everything has a bloody reference to all things historical. That's why Hathaway is very useful, especially to Inspector Lewis. I saw the awkwardness when Inspector Lewis came back from his break in the Virgin Islands. Hathaway was assigned to him and it wasn't easy to start with. He gave me that look, when I laughed when he told me about a woman saying he was smug, and his reply was 'I'm not smug, ma'am; it's just the unfortunate shape of my face'. How does he come up with those sharp a la quips? He's quiet and reserved not like some of the men in our department, he's not smug, just smarter than the average police officer.
I was so bored at doing paper work and I slammed the file down on the grossly increasing pile, making the ones on the bottom shift and consequently slip to the floor. "Oh for fu-" I breathed pushing out my chair. The office room was emptying…saying that; the whole of The Thames Valley Police Department was emptying.
"Need any help?"
Turning my head to the door the lanky DS stood the doorway; I huffed, I was pleased (obviously) but still tired.
"Please" and he shifted himself off the frame and walked over to my desk. Hathaway picked up one of the beige files and said:
"I can't wait for the day that this" waving the file "is all on computers-"
"SO DC's and DS' don't have to do it manually by their superiors" I finished with a smirk and heaving the biggest file back on the desk. If I receive any more strain from files this desk will collapse, I thought.
"I hope you pass the exam," Hathaway said and I raised my eyebrows.
"Thanks. I hope you become an Inspector. You deserve it," I told him honestly; I received a look that was doubtful. "I didn't think I'd been here when I was at school, I thought I'd be in a Forensic Linguistic Department, solving crime that way" I heaved and without much effort I scanned through the top file.
"I thought I'd be a Priest. Just shows how much we both know about ourselves, doesn't it Constable?" I made a noise of content. I could see – though not looking right at the guy – that Hathaway was still standing there, hands in pockets. A heat rose to my cheeks. Why was he still standing there? I thought.
"You don't have to feel sorry for me, this is the third time this week I have been left with the paper work" I said, though really I didn't mind him there.
"I don't feel sorry for you" and I smirked, good old-ish Hathaway. "but I will tell you to leave it and come and have a drink with me" he said and I looked up. A small smile tugged at his lips and his eyes were lidded: typical Hathaway expression. I thought about it for a second and then smirked.
"Inspector Lewis will be on your case about it"
"Well I don't stop irritating him about Laura"
"Laura?" I asked, intrigued.
"Hobson, MD" and then the name clicked and grinned realising what he meant. "So is that a yes or a no Constable?" he added after a second of silence.
"Sure" and I got up and left with him and once we were in the car I said:
"Thanks Hathaway"
He looked at me and said:
"Call me James"
Hehe. Sorry, this OC is based on me. I want to be a Forensic Linguistic and I love DS James Hathaway :D