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carlyinromeTITLE: Number One with a Bullet
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Thunderheart
PAIRING: Ray Levoi/Walter Crow Horse
SUMMARY: A little on the job flirting.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Written for
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dailyfics prompt #5, head (See my full table here).Ray and Crow Horse responded to a break-in at Crow Creek. They interviewed the homeowners, then split up to collect evidence. They’d done a code four first thing upon arrival, but that didn’t mean Crow Horse didn’t worry when he heard Ray yelp.
“Jesus,” Crow Horse panted, stopping in the doorway. “What’s the matter?”
Ray was blushing. “I just—nothing, everything’s fine. I just . . . it startled me . . .”
It took Crow Horse a minute to get what Ray was talking about. There was a ten-point buck mounted on the wall, its glassy eyes watching the room. Ray was eyeing it warily.
“I wasn’t expecting . . . I mean, it’s kind of a creepy thing to have inside . . .”
Crow Horse chuckled, and clapped his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “What, your daddy never took you hunting?”
Ray shook his head, his mouth folding down. “No. No, I don’t—I don’t really like shooting things . . .”
Crow Horse laughed. “You’re in the wrong line of work.”
Ray shrugged, noncommittally.
“You ever shot somebody?” Crow Horse asked.
Ray pulled his eyes from the buck. “Yeah, once. Back when I was working the streets.”
“They die?”
“No, I shot him in the leg. What about you? You ever discharged your weapon?”
“Shot up in the air a few times to get some folks to settle down, but no, I never did shoot nobody.”
Ray nodded, absently. He was looking at the deer again.
“So,” Crow Horse said conversationally, “Whattya think about gettin’ a little head for the living room?”
Ray frowned. “Not on your life.”
Crow Horse waggled his eyebrows. “How ’bout a little head in the bedroom? How do you feel about that?”
Ray laughed. “Positive.”
“Well, all right, honey. You best get a move on; maybe we can finish up here before too late, and you can get you a little something when we get home.”
Ray rolled his eyes, trying to look put upon, but he couldn’t keep a leash on his smile, and it broke all over his face.
“Yes, boss,” he said.
Crow Horse gave Ray’s backside an affectionate swat as he started out of the room, leaving Ray to his police work. He paused in the doorway, watching Ray get down to business. That was the key to getting the most out of your employees: you just needed to provide a little incentive.
“Jesus,” Crow Horse panted, stopping in the doorway. “What’s the matter?”
Ray was blushing. “I just—nothing, everything’s fine. I just . . . it startled me . . .”
It took Crow Horse a minute to get what Ray was talking about. There was a ten-point buck mounted on the wall, its glassy eyes watching the room. Ray was eyeing it warily.
“I wasn’t expecting . . . I mean, it’s kind of a creepy thing to have inside . . .”
Crow Horse chuckled, and clapped his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “What, your daddy never took you hunting?”
Ray shook his head, his mouth folding down. “No. No, I don’t—I don’t really like shooting things . . .”
Crow Horse laughed. “You’re in the wrong line of work.”
Ray shrugged, noncommittally.
“You ever shot somebody?” Crow Horse asked.
Ray pulled his eyes from the buck. “Yeah, once. Back when I was working the streets.”
“They die?”
“No, I shot him in the leg. What about you? You ever discharged your weapon?”
“Shot up in the air a few times to get some folks to settle down, but no, I never did shoot nobody.”
Ray nodded, absently. He was looking at the deer again.
“So,” Crow Horse said conversationally, “Whattya think about gettin’ a little head for the living room?”
Ray frowned. “Not on your life.”
Crow Horse waggled his eyebrows. “How ’bout a little head in the bedroom? How do you feel about that?”
Ray laughed. “Positive.”
“Well, all right, honey. You best get a move on; maybe we can finish up here before too late, and you can get you a little something when we get home.”
Ray rolled his eyes, trying to look put upon, but he couldn’t keep a leash on his smile, and it broke all over his face.
“Yes, boss,” he said.
Crow Horse gave Ray’s backside an affectionate swat as he started out of the room, leaving Ray to his police work. He paused in the doorway, watching Ray get down to business. That was the key to getting the most out of your employees: you just needed to provide a little incentive.
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Date: 2012-02-27 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-27 06:03 am (UTC)Morale is very important to Crow Horse. :D
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:08 am (UTC)Ray pulled his eyes from the buck. “Yeah, once. Back when I was working the streets.”
“They die?”
“No, I shot him in the leg. What about you? You ever discharged your weapon?”
“Shot up in the air a few times to get some folks to settle down, but no, I never did shoot nobody.”
I love this whole section for a myriad of reasons. One, we laypersons often get the impression from popular fiction that being a cop (or especially being an FBI agent) means that one is shooting at least three bad guys before lunch. Two, I like that, of the two of them, the one who is the most visibly put-off by the idea of 'shooting things' is the one who has actually shot and injured someone in the line of duty. Character thoughts, I haz dem.
Crow Horse waggled his eyebrows. “How ’bout a little head in the bedroom? How do you feel about that?”
Hee. Never change, Walter. Never change.
I really like how you spotlight the potentially problematic boss/employee dynamic in a number of these. Ray and Walter acknowledge it, joke about it, and have turned it into a fun way of making the other blush- thus depriving it of power. They know they're equals. Technicalities don't much matter. I suspect Walter would get more worried about the age difference than anything!
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:20 am (UTC)Character thoughts, I haz dem.
I love when you have character thoughts! (I have them, too, heh.)
They know they're equals.
Exactly! And neither one of them is the sort to enjoy holding power over someone else, especially not someone they're so fond of. And I think there's kind of a balance even in the actual mechanics of their positions; yes, Crow Horse is Ray's boss as an officer for the tribal police, but Ray's still the FBI on the rez, and he could easily act like Coutelle. I wrote this for a fic I'll probably never finish, but it sums up my thoughts on the issue:
“Thought you’d never get back here. I pulled over four speeders waitin’ out here for you.”
Ray leaned against the car. “Maybe you should have been at the station, sheriffing.”
Crow Horse frowned. “You watch your mouth, now. I’m still your boss.”
“And I’m still FBI. You fire me, I’ll just transfer somewhere with a bigger paycheck.”
“The hell you will. You think anyone else’s gonna put up with you like I do?”
I suspect Walter would get more worried about the age difference than anything!
I know, right! My thoughts exactly; I actually wrote a fic about that. (I believe you're familiar; it's the one where Crow Horse tells Ray he's not too old to be spanked.) And I've revised my opinion, after talking about timeline and stuff with
Omigod, longest comment ever. But I love geeking out with you!
Also, the actual point, ahem, of this comment: Thanks very much for the feedback. The retroactive feedbacking is really making my night. :)
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:33 am (UTC)I loved that fic. Mostly because Walter was using humor as a way of getting over his complete and utter shock/anxiety and Ray was just enjoying the hell out of it. Turned tables, if you will.
I love geeking out with you, too! I'm glad the retroactive feedback isn't coming too terribly late.
Also, I WANT THAT FIC HARD.
Or just that exchange worked into another fic? Whichever. *grins*
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:40 am (UTC)and Ray was just enjoying the hell out of it. Turned tables, if you will.
I like when Ray gets his! (In, you know, life. Not in the bedroom. That happens more regularly.)
I love geeking out with you, too! I'm glad the retroactive feedback isn't coming too terribly late.
It's actually perfect, because I had the worst day and this is cheering me up immensely.
Also, I WANT THAT FIC HARD.
I don't know if it'll happen; it's a sequel to Welcome Home that is half when Maggie's a baby and half a Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? thing when Maggie brings home a Wasi'chu boyfriend from college. Although somehow it degenerated mostly into Walter and Ray flirting and making the boyfriend uncomfortable.
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:53 am (UTC)I don't know if it'll happen; it's a sequel to Welcome Home that is half when Maggie's a baby and half a Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? thing when Maggie brings home a Wasi'chu boyfriend from college. Although somehow it degenerated mostly into Walter and Ray flirting and making the boyfriend uncomfortable.
YOU TEASE. This is everything that I want in life, forever. Plus, Teenage!Maggie? With those two for parents? God, that'd be a great kid.
I'm sorry you haven't had a good day. :/ But glad I could be of some use, perhaps?