Here is a little something to start off the new week with a smile (I hope). God knows with the news as it is, we could do with a spot of romance to take the edge off.
I’ve been working on this story for months, kicking it about, writing and rewriting it. Partly its because its a delicate subject, the idea of relationships between colleagues of different ranks, and the power issues involved – I’ve been stung by AO3 commenters about this before, so I’m somewhat tentative about putting this one out there. And partly because it means venturing into a new fandom, which is always a gamble.
On the other hand, in the middle of wrestling with new and orginal work, I could do with an injection of confidence from remembering that I can actually finish something.
So here it is, two senior policemen wrestling with the ethical dilemma of realising their junior officers are nursing romantic feelings for them:
“Barnaby watches the two of them together, Lewis and Hathaway, the way they interact, the subtle conversation they conduct with their eyes, all that goes unspoken. Surely Lewis must be able to see how Hathaway feels about him? It is brave of Hathaway to sit there knowing all that he is hiding. Because you can’t hide a microbe in a room full of coppers.
There are no secrets in here, Barnaby thinks, looking around at the solid, unremarkable faces, ordinary men and women whose ordinary features mask the extraordinary – suspicious souls and inquisitive minds. No, no secrets could survive in this concentration of coppers.
I wonder if they’ve worked out mine?”