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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-20 07:01 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-20 07:01 pm
Hawkes/Stella - The Butler Did It...
my last fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15pairings! yay! this was actually pretty fun...i may just claim another fandom...
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: The Butler Did It...
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Stella Bonasera
15pairings Prompt: devil's advocate
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Hawkes always has to go and look at it from another point of view.
Author's Note: I could see these two having a really playful relationship. Hence, this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Don’t even start with that,” Stella protested the minute she saw Hawkes about to open his mouth. The two of them were taking a break from the case they were currently working on to get some fresh air, and try to process their thoughts better. Somehow the conversation had drifted ridiculously off topic, and Stella knew from the look on Hawkes’ face, he was about to play devil’s advocate to the opinion that she had just offered. Actually, she knew from the moment she opened her mouth he was going to, but that wasn’t the point. She wasn’t really in the mood for him to contradict her, or tell her why her idea could be wrong if you looked at it like this.
“Admit it, Stella,” Hawkes said with a smile as they both stopped walking and she turned to face him, “You walked right into that one.”
“I plead the fifth,” she said with a smirk, before hooking her arm in his and continuing their walk, “Besides, I never liked this game.”
“You know the ability to see all the sides of a problem is a good tool for a CSI, Detective Bonasera,” Hawkes said smoothly, and she nudged him in the side with her elbow.
“Yeah, but it can be annoying in normal every day conversation, Doctor Hawkes,” she said before turning to him again and pulling him into her. She felt his fingers lace against the small of her back and she smiled.
“Why do you always have to play the devil’s advocate?” she asked.
He gave her a look with a small smirk, “As I said Stella, the ability to see all sides of the problem is a good tool for a CSI to have.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a pause, and then she gave him a smirk, “You do it because you enjoy it.”
He paused for a second before nodding, “Yeah, I do.”
Stella laughed before giving him a smile, “Alright, enough screwing around. What do you really think?”
“About what?” he asked, “What you just said, or the case?”
“The case.”
He gave her a grin, “I think the butler did it, in the conservatory, with the candlestick.”
“Hawkes,” she laughed, “Seriously.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“I think we don’t have enough evidence for a warrant for either suspect, and we need to go back and look at the evidence again,” he replied slowly.
“Really?” she frowned, and he nodded.
“C’mon, Stella, you know that better than I do.”
“Yeah, but I was hoping you knew something I didn’t,” she sighed, before things between the two of them dropped off into silence, and they just stood there, enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m also thinking that we’ve taken a bit too long getting some fresh air, and Mac’s going to be looking for us soon.”
“Eh, we’re discussing the case,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “He’ll live.”
“I think he’s starting to suspect—” Hawkes began, and she cut him off with a shrug.
“So let him suspect,” she sighed, “We’re professional about it. It’s not affecting the way we do our job. There’s nothing for him to really come down on us about, Sheldon.”
He noticed the subtle shift from his surname to his first name, and it made him smile. “I know,” he replied, “We should still get back though.”
He pulled away from her, and started to walk in the direction of the lab, when she latched onto his hand and pulled her back to him, leaning in close. “Maybe just a little bit longer—an hour or so?”
“We get off shift in thirty minutes,” Hawkes said, glancing at his watch, and she gave him a smirk, “That would be defined as playing hookey, Miss Bonasera. Not very professional.”
He started to pull her in the direction of the crime lab again, and she gave him a pout as she followed.
“Brownnoser,” she muttered. He turned back to give her a look, before turning back to the street in front of them.
“Slacker.”
15pairings! yay! this was actually pretty fun...i may just claim another fandom...Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: The Butler Did It...
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Stella Bonasera
15pairings Prompt: devil's advocateContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Hawkes always has to go and look at it from another point of view.
Author's Note: I could see these two having a really playful relationship. Hence, this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Don’t even start with that,” Stella protested the minute she saw Hawkes about to open his mouth. The two of them were taking a break from the case they were currently working on to get some fresh air, and try to process their thoughts better. Somehow the conversation had drifted ridiculously off topic, and Stella knew from the look on Hawkes’ face, he was about to play devil’s advocate to the opinion that she had just offered. Actually, she knew from the moment she opened her mouth he was going to, but that wasn’t the point. She wasn’t really in the mood for him to contradict her, or tell her why her idea could be wrong if you looked at it like this.
“Admit it, Stella,” Hawkes said with a smile as they both stopped walking and she turned to face him, “You walked right into that one.”
“I plead the fifth,” she said with a smirk, before hooking her arm in his and continuing their walk, “Besides, I never liked this game.”
“You know the ability to see all the sides of a problem is a good tool for a CSI, Detective Bonasera,” Hawkes said smoothly, and she nudged him in the side with her elbow.
“Yeah, but it can be annoying in normal every day conversation, Doctor Hawkes,” she said before turning to him again and pulling him into her. She felt his fingers lace against the small of her back and she smiled.
“Why do you always have to play the devil’s advocate?” she asked.
He gave her a look with a small smirk, “As I said Stella, the ability to see all sides of the problem is a good tool for a CSI to have.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a pause, and then she gave him a smirk, “You do it because you enjoy it.”
He paused for a second before nodding, “Yeah, I do.”
Stella laughed before giving him a smile, “Alright, enough screwing around. What do you really think?”
“About what?” he asked, “What you just said, or the case?”
“The case.”
He gave her a grin, “I think the butler did it, in the conservatory, with the candlestick.”
“Hawkes,” she laughed, “Seriously.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“I think we don’t have enough evidence for a warrant for either suspect, and we need to go back and look at the evidence again,” he replied slowly.
“Really?” she frowned, and he nodded.
“C’mon, Stella, you know that better than I do.”
“Yeah, but I was hoping you knew something I didn’t,” she sighed, before things between the two of them dropped off into silence, and they just stood there, enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m also thinking that we’ve taken a bit too long getting some fresh air, and Mac’s going to be looking for us soon.”
“Eh, we’re discussing the case,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “He’ll live.”
“I think he’s starting to suspect—” Hawkes began, and she cut him off with a shrug.
“So let him suspect,” she sighed, “We’re professional about it. It’s not affecting the way we do our job. There’s nothing for him to really come down on us about, Sheldon.”
He noticed the subtle shift from his surname to his first name, and it made him smile. “I know,” he replied, “We should still get back though.”
He pulled away from her, and started to walk in the direction of the lab, when she latched onto his hand and pulled her back to him, leaning in close. “Maybe just a little bit longer—an hour or so?”
“We get off shift in thirty minutes,” Hawkes said, glancing at his watch, and she gave him a smirk, “That would be defined as playing hookey, Miss Bonasera. Not very professional.”
He started to pull her in the direction of the crime lab again, and she gave him a pout as she followed.
“Brownnoser,” she muttered. He turned back to give her a look, before turning back to the street in front of them.
“Slacker.”
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