Eh. Just my take on the little scene where Creegan smacks Branca's butt in the episode titled Grief. I thought that scene was really funny for some reason and I wondered what Branca and the other police station workers would be thinking while Creegan was interrogating the suspect. So here's my take on it. Of course, dialogue is off.
Just Comes with the Territory
Branca stood stunned on the other side of the door.
"That jerk just smacked my ass!" she thought indignantly.
She had realized that something was up as soon as Creegan had told her, no, ordered her to go get them some coffee. At first she had been outraged, but then, realizing that he was onto something, she played along. His quick wink as he steered her rather forcefully towards the door had helped her realize his ploy, but she hadn't thought he would go so far as to actually smack her. The last time that particular area had been assaulted when, at the age of seven, she had stolen into the pantry and eaten an entire jar of strawberry jam right before dinner. That had been worth it though. This, however, was just somewhat demeaning.
What particularly disturbed her was that she could still feel the sensation of his hand on her and it was not entirely unpleasant.
"Don't go there, Susan", she warned herself. This was no time for meaningless dalliances resulting from her long-ignored libido, especially dalliances that could result in the complication of a perfectly functional and interesting partnership.
Breaking out of her trance, she dusted off her backside to rid it of the tingling, and looked around the office, only to realize that everyone was looking at her. Undoubtedly they had seen and the openly curious and speculative gazes they were casting her way caused her face to turn several unflattering shades of red.
"Oh get a grip", she scolded herself. Straightening her suit and pushing her hair out of her eyes, she straightened her shoulders and strode confidently towards...somewhere.
After she had turned the corner, away from all of the stares she leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. "So now what am I supposed to do?"
Sighing, she wondered if Creegan had really wanted coffee.
Walking back to the interrogation room with two cups of coffee Branca noticed that everyone in the office had gotten back to work. Just as she reached the door, Creegan emerged and she wordlessly handed him a cup of coffee. He raised an eyebrow in query.
"It's not like I had anything better to do," she replied with a shrug, careful not to spill her coffee.
"Hm." He replied. Creegan took a sip and grimaced violently at the volcanic temperature of the drink.
"Sorry, it's a little hot," she said, not sorry at all.
"Ah hink a ongue ith burned," he said pinching his tongue between his fingers and attempting to examine at it cross-eyed. That proving fruitless he uncrossed his eyes and shook his head with a strange raspberry sounding noise.
"Hm, yeah. I'm smarting a little bit too," she said, not referring to the coffee.
"Oh yeah," he replied, burnt tongue now completely forgotten, "Sorry about that. It wasn't my intention to offend your feminine pride."
"Don't worry, I'm not offended," she responded seriously as they walked toward the front of the building. "But if I were you, I'd watch my backside for the next couple of days." She smiled politely as she held the door open for him.
THWAP
End
Please let me know what you think! This is the first TE fanfic that I have written and the first fic that I have written in two years. Of course, that's not an excuse to go easy on me! ;)
Just Comes with the Territory
Branca stood stunned on the other side of the door.
"That jerk just smacked my ass!" she thought indignantly.
She had realized that something was up as soon as Creegan had told her, no, ordered her to go get them some coffee. At first she had been outraged, but then, realizing that he was onto something, she played along. His quick wink as he steered her rather forcefully towards the door had helped her realize his ploy, but she hadn't thought he would go so far as to actually smack her. The last time that particular area had been assaulted when, at the age of seven, she had stolen into the pantry and eaten an entire jar of strawberry jam right before dinner. That had been worth it though. This, however, was just somewhat demeaning.
What particularly disturbed her was that she could still feel the sensation of his hand on her and it was not entirely unpleasant.
"Don't go there, Susan", she warned herself. This was no time for meaningless dalliances resulting from her long-ignored libido, especially dalliances that could result in the complication of a perfectly functional and interesting partnership.
Breaking out of her trance, she dusted off her backside to rid it of the tingling, and looked around the office, only to realize that everyone was looking at her. Undoubtedly they had seen and the openly curious and speculative gazes they were casting her way caused her face to turn several unflattering shades of red.
"Oh get a grip", she scolded herself. Straightening her suit and pushing her hair out of her eyes, she straightened her shoulders and strode confidently towards...somewhere.
After she had turned the corner, away from all of the stares she leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. "So now what am I supposed to do?"
Sighing, she wondered if Creegan had really wanted coffee.
Walking back to the interrogation room with two cups of coffee Branca noticed that everyone in the office had gotten back to work. Just as she reached the door, Creegan emerged and she wordlessly handed him a cup of coffee. He raised an eyebrow in query.
"It's not like I had anything better to do," she replied with a shrug, careful not to spill her coffee.
"Hm." He replied. Creegan took a sip and grimaced violently at the volcanic temperature of the drink.
"Sorry, it's a little hot," she said, not sorry at all.
"Ah hink a ongue ith burned," he said pinching his tongue between his fingers and attempting to examine at it cross-eyed. That proving fruitless he uncrossed his eyes and shook his head with a strange raspberry sounding noise.
"Hm, yeah. I'm smarting a little bit too," she said, not referring to the coffee.
"Oh yeah," he replied, burnt tongue now completely forgotten, "Sorry about that. It wasn't my intention to offend your feminine pride."
"Don't worry, I'm not offended," she responded seriously as they walked toward the front of the building. "But if I were you, I'd watch my backside for the next couple of days." She smiled politely as she held the door open for him.
THWAP
End
Please let me know what you think! This is the first TE fanfic that I have written and the first fic that I have written in two years. Of course, that's not an excuse to go easy on me! ;)