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perpetual_motionTitle: Contents Under Pressure
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Crossing Jordan
Pairing: Nigel/Woody
Rating: PG
Summary: “Woodrow,” his voice was perfectly polite, “you seem to have lost your eyebrows.”
Dis: Not mine. I made it all up.
Contents Under Pressure
By Perpetual Motion
Woody walked into the lab at a less-than-sedate pace and stopped right at Nigel’s shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Nigel didn’t bother to look up from some small experiment he was running. “I’m not doing any work for you, am I, Detective?”
“No.” Woody pressed his fingers against his eyebrows a little experimentally. “Do you still have that eyeliner you wore to the club when you were helping me on the vampire case?” Woody hoped that Nigel was too engrossed in whatever he was doing to really pay attention to the question. He was greatly disappointed when Nigel turned slowly on his stool and got a look at his face. “I’m fine.” It was an automatic response.
“Oh, I can tell.” The sarcasm was also an automatic response. Nigel stood up from his stool and tilted Woody’s head back so that he could see him better in the light. “Woodrow,” his voice was perfectly polite, “you seem to have lost your eyebrows.”
“Which is why I need your eyeliner pencil. I have court in a couple of hours, and I need to draw them back on.”
“Where did you leave your eyebrows?” Nigel stepped away from Woody and opened up a drawer. He rummaged around various pens, pencils, paper clips, and bent-out-of-shape-due-to-boredom paper clips before coming up with a brown eyeliner pencil.
“You keep one at the office?”
“I think it’s Lily’s. It just showed up one day, and I tossed it in here. Also, you’re avoiding the question.”
Woody had hoped that Nigel wouldn’t notice that he had. “It’s not a big deal-“
“That, Woodrow, is not how you want to start a conversation when you walk into my lab without eyebrows.” Nigel uncapped the eyeliner pencil and motioned Woody near one of the windows. “Now, I’m willing to do one eyebrow for you while you come up with an excuse, but I won’t do the other until I know what happened.”
Woody thought about what had happened and wondered if Nigel would poke him in the eye for his stupidity. He put his hand on Nigel’s wrist to keep him from lifting the pencil anywhere near eye level. “I was in a meth lab this morning. There were a couple of minor explosions.” He saw Nigel’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second. “No one was seriously hurt, but I lost my eyebrows.” He wrapped his hand around Nigel’s wrist in reassurance. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Woodrow, you’re a Homicide detective.” Nigel’s voice was very soft and controlled. “Why were you in a meth lab? Was there a body?”
“No.” Woody felt Nigel’s wrist tense under his hand. He didn’t need to look down to know that Nigel’s hand was now in a fist. “I was working with Narcotics on the Harrison case.”
“He killed the seventeen-year-old boy. I don’t recall anyone mentioning a drug connection.”
“There wasn’t until last night. I was doing some questioning, and it came up that one of Harrison’s lesser-known associates was into meth. I called Narcotics to see what they had on the guy, and they were sitting on a search warrant until this morning. They offered me a chance to help them bust down the door and talk to the guy at his house.”
“You willingly allow yourself to enter a meth lab?”
“Cops do it all the time, Nigel.”
“Narcotics cops, Woodrow.” Nigel slid his wrist free of Woody’s grasp. “You are not a Narcotics cop.”
“I followed a trail to that door. I was going to go through that door.” Woody gave Nigel a shrug. “It’s what I do.”
Nigel made a disgusted face and stepped up to Woody again. He tilted Woody’s head towards the light and quickly drew a pair of eyebrows. He didn’t speak until he had put the eye pencil back into his drawer. “You have a terrible job, sometimes.”
“I know.”
“And I won’t put them back on again.”
Woody glanced at himself in the door’s reflection and watched Nigel moving around listlessly behind him. “I won’t ask you to.” He straightened his tie and smoothed the collar of his suit jacket. “I’ll see you tonight?” He hadn’t meant to phrase it as a question. He almost didn’t hear Nigel’s response, it was so low.
“Like I’m smart enough to stay away.”
Woody left without replying.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Crossing Jordan
Pairing: Nigel/Woody
Rating: PG
Summary: “Woodrow,” his voice was perfectly polite, “you seem to have lost your eyebrows.”
Dis: Not mine. I made it all up.
Contents Under Pressure
By Perpetual Motion
Woody walked into the lab at a less-than-sedate pace and stopped right at Nigel’s shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Nigel didn’t bother to look up from some small experiment he was running. “I’m not doing any work for you, am I, Detective?”
“No.” Woody pressed his fingers against his eyebrows a little experimentally. “Do you still have that eyeliner you wore to the club when you were helping me on the vampire case?” Woody hoped that Nigel was too engrossed in whatever he was doing to really pay attention to the question. He was greatly disappointed when Nigel turned slowly on his stool and got a look at his face. “I’m fine.” It was an automatic response.
“Oh, I can tell.” The sarcasm was also an automatic response. Nigel stood up from his stool and tilted Woody’s head back so that he could see him better in the light. “Woodrow,” his voice was perfectly polite, “you seem to have lost your eyebrows.”
“Which is why I need your eyeliner pencil. I have court in a couple of hours, and I need to draw them back on.”
“Where did you leave your eyebrows?” Nigel stepped away from Woody and opened up a drawer. He rummaged around various pens, pencils, paper clips, and bent-out-of-shape-due-to-boredom paper clips before coming up with a brown eyeliner pencil.
“You keep one at the office?”
“I think it’s Lily’s. It just showed up one day, and I tossed it in here. Also, you’re avoiding the question.”
Woody had hoped that Nigel wouldn’t notice that he had. “It’s not a big deal-“
“That, Woodrow, is not how you want to start a conversation when you walk into my lab without eyebrows.” Nigel uncapped the eyeliner pencil and motioned Woody near one of the windows. “Now, I’m willing to do one eyebrow for you while you come up with an excuse, but I won’t do the other until I know what happened.”
Woody thought about what had happened and wondered if Nigel would poke him in the eye for his stupidity. He put his hand on Nigel’s wrist to keep him from lifting the pencil anywhere near eye level. “I was in a meth lab this morning. There were a couple of minor explosions.” He saw Nigel’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second. “No one was seriously hurt, but I lost my eyebrows.” He wrapped his hand around Nigel’s wrist in reassurance. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Woodrow, you’re a Homicide detective.” Nigel’s voice was very soft and controlled. “Why were you in a meth lab? Was there a body?”
“No.” Woody felt Nigel’s wrist tense under his hand. He didn’t need to look down to know that Nigel’s hand was now in a fist. “I was working with Narcotics on the Harrison case.”
“He killed the seventeen-year-old boy. I don’t recall anyone mentioning a drug connection.”
“There wasn’t until last night. I was doing some questioning, and it came up that one of Harrison’s lesser-known associates was into meth. I called Narcotics to see what they had on the guy, and they were sitting on a search warrant until this morning. They offered me a chance to help them bust down the door and talk to the guy at his house.”
“You willingly allow yourself to enter a meth lab?”
“Cops do it all the time, Nigel.”
“Narcotics cops, Woodrow.” Nigel slid his wrist free of Woody’s grasp. “You are not a Narcotics cop.”
“I followed a trail to that door. I was going to go through that door.” Woody gave Nigel a shrug. “It’s what I do.”
Nigel made a disgusted face and stepped up to Woody again. He tilted Woody’s head towards the light and quickly drew a pair of eyebrows. He didn’t speak until he had put the eye pencil back into his drawer. “You have a terrible job, sometimes.”
“I know.”
“And I won’t put them back on again.”
Woody glanced at himself in the door’s reflection and watched Nigel moving around listlessly behind him. “I won’t ask you to.” He straightened his tie and smoothed the collar of his suit jacket. “I’ll see you tonight?” He hadn’t meant to phrase it as a question. He almost didn’t hear Nigel’s response, it was so low.
“Like I’m smart enough to stay away.”
Woody left without replying.
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on 2005-04-08 10:23 pm (UTC)Nice ficlet. I can see Nigel drawing eyebrows on Woody in my mind, and oh, it amuses me so.
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on 2005-04-08 11:31 pm (UTC)Woody sans eye brows!!
And due to my over-sexual state of mind at the moment *cough* I have this horrible/great image of Nigel and Woody playing with the eye liner...
... *cough*
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on 2005-04-10 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-04-10 09:38 pm (UTC)Yay!