Wow, is it Tuesday already? :O

So, I'm back from sailing (which was amazing) to find that I don't have many chapters already written to offer you. So this one is quite short. I hope it fits the bill.

My sister: what are you doing?

Me (typing): stuff

Sister: does it need to be done now?

Me: yes

Sister: why?

Me: because

Sister: what is it?

Me: fanfiction

Sister: so it doesn't need to be done now

-.-

Anyway, a huge thank you to everyone who has reviewed. In particular, shout out to conservativegirl for always reviewing with a short and sweet sentence. (There are others of you who always review but I talk to you more regularly so you know who you are :P )

I don't own anything you recognise.


If he thought she had a million and one expressions, it was nothing compared to the number of slaps in her arsenal.

There was the coffee slap, permitted when he stole a sip of her morning cup. His knuckles bore the red imprint of her pen for days.

Then there was the gentle slap, one of his favourites. You could hardly call it a slap, really, as it was more of an affectionate pat on the cheek, commonly dealt when he had been complaining petulantly about something trivial.

Very similar to the gentle slap was the Slap, when he'd (apparently) been acting inconsiderately, or with his 'jackass head' on. It always stung like hell, but rarely left a mark. It was mainly the humiliation of having a beautiful detective – who happened to be your muse – turning up at your latest book launch party and giving you a hefty whack. The press loved it.

There was also the 'stop interrupting my interrogation' slap, delivered to the back of the head and accompanied by a rant. He had once told her that she looked hot yelling at him. He had got another slap for that, and the Beckett Glare – she had looked hot doing that too, but he'd learnt his lesson the first time.


Thoughts?

Also, for those of you following Bloodshed, chapter 2 should be up soon, as soon as I can convince my mum that I don't need to go clothes shopping...

~wolfergirl