Title: In Which Sato Admires
Fandom: Detective Conan/Cased Closed
Prompt: #33 - Hot
Rating: PG-13 (For the singular use of One Word. And Sato's naughty thoughts.)
Characters: Takagi et Sato
Disclaimer: Not. Mine. Though sometimes I wish Takagi WAS mine...
Summary: There was something about being shirtless and doing manual labor, Sato thought almost wickedly, that suited Takagi.

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Inspector Sato was feeling the heat. Quite literally in this case, primarily because it was July and she was outside with far too much clothing; she blamed work. A weak hand, which she only realized was hers after a moment of dazed staring, was fanning her in the most ineffectual manner possible.

Damn Megure, she thought to herself heatedly (no pun…um, yes, pun intended), and whatever genius decided that destroying police property was a good way to get our attention. So what if it worked.

"Sato-san? What are you doing here?"

Inspector Sato stared, blocking out all that Tagaki might have been saying.

And stared.

And then stared some more.

"…So that's why we're out here, repairing the damage … Sato-san? Are you alright? You look flushed." Takagi trailed off uncertainly, blushing as normal.

There was something about being shirtless and doing manual labor, Sato thought almost wickedly, that suited Takagi. Not that she would say that aloud.

Maybe.

"I'm fine," she responded, a little shakily. Summer heat beat down on her head and she fanned herself distractedly once more. "Really," she added at Takagi's concerned look.

He nodded and turned back to his work, and Sato admired him from behind. Casually, of course.

Thank you Megure, she thought to herself, and whatever God of circumstance that decided today was going to be a hot day.