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Fandom: CI5: The New Professionals
Pairing: Sam/Chris
Disclaimer: Belong to Brian Clemens and David Wickes Productions
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"Which part of 'no' do you not understand? The N or the O?"
Chris flinches as the sarcasm has the expected, and probably desired, result of a fist driven into Sam's stomach, doubling his partner up so that he hangs limply from the ropes tying him to the pipe work above.
When they get out of here - and they are going to get out of here - he's going to have serious words with his partner about which one of them is supposed to be the hot-headed, smart-mouthed one. Words that are probably going to start off with, "You idiot!" and end with something considerably less coherent.
Hey, whatever it took to get them through this, right? And the thought of Sam sweaty and naked beneath him has gotten him through considerably nastier situations than the one they find themselves in with these fucking amateurs.
They didn't even search them properly, and Chris can still feel the weight of the small concealed knife he carries pressing against the inside of his thigh. It may come in useful, if Backup and the cavalry don't arrive soon. Might even turn out to be worth the jokes that Sam makes about 'little blades,' and, 'Are you sure that's six inches? I think someone's been lying to you, mate.'
No. It's never going to be worth that, at least not without actually saving their lives and things are not that serious, not yet.
Definitely not now Goon Number 2, or Old Halitosis Breath as Chris has privately dubbed him, appears to have gone for a bathroom break. Like he said. Fucking amateurs. And if that wasn't enough of a give away, you only had to look at how the asshole who just hit his partner in the stomach has just turned his back on Chris and is standing too fucking close.
It's almost insultingly easy. He's not too close, just close enough for Chris to raise his legs and wrap them around the asshole's neck. He presses his thigh across the guy's throat, efficiently cutting off his air supply and ignoring the desperate fingers scrabbling at the fabric of his jeans.
He stops just short of killing him, but waits until the fingers stop moving and the body becomes a limp weight, held up only by his grip. He has no idea whether he stopped short of causing brain damage, and can't find it in him to care. He doubts it would make much difference to the ape's cognitive functions anyway. All he's really interested in is avoiding another lecture from Malone about the use of excessive force, when he knows that all Malone is interested in is the potential bad publicity, and maybe getting their hands on someone who probably really doesn't understand the meaning of the word 'no', at least not when the questions are aimed at him.
He lets the guy fall with a thump and meets Sam's eyes again. Sam's face is white and sweaty - the punch must have been harder than he thought and for a second he wishes he hadn't let go so soon - but Sam's eyes gleam sardonically.
"You've seen too many Bond films."
"Hey," he shoots back. "Famke Janssen. What's not to like?"
Sam snorts, shifting in his bonds uncomfortably, but there's a little more colour in his face. "Now what?"
He shrugs as well as he can when his arms are tied above his head. "Wait for Backup to come with... backup?"
Sam's eyebrow raises a fraction of an inch and his mouth curls in that tiny smile that Chris knows spells trouble.
"And if she doesn't?"
He shrugs again, twisting slightly to ease the ache in his shoulders. "I've still got that little knife..."
Sam's smile widens, becomes a full-blown smirk and the gleam in his eyes becomes positively evil. "You know, Chris, if I were you I wouldn't go around telling people that."
Fandom: CI5: The New Professionals
Pairing: Sam/Chris
Disclaimer: Belong to Brian Clemens and David Wickes Productions
For:
ci5rod~*~
"Which part of 'no' do you not understand? The N or the O?"
Chris flinches as the sarcasm has the expected, and probably desired, result of a fist driven into Sam's stomach, doubling his partner up so that he hangs limply from the ropes tying him to the pipe work above.
When they get out of here - and they are going to get out of here - he's going to have serious words with his partner about which one of them is supposed to be the hot-headed, smart-mouthed one. Words that are probably going to start off with, "You idiot!" and end with something considerably less coherent.
Hey, whatever it took to get them through this, right? And the thought of Sam sweaty and naked beneath him has gotten him through considerably nastier situations than the one they find themselves in with these fucking amateurs.
They didn't even search them properly, and Chris can still feel the weight of the small concealed knife he carries pressing against the inside of his thigh. It may come in useful, if Backup and the cavalry don't arrive soon. Might even turn out to be worth the jokes that Sam makes about 'little blades,' and, 'Are you sure that's six inches? I think someone's been lying to you, mate.'
No. It's never going to be worth that, at least not without actually saving their lives and things are not that serious, not yet.
Definitely not now Goon Number 2, or Old Halitosis Breath as Chris has privately dubbed him, appears to have gone for a bathroom break. Like he said. Fucking amateurs. And if that wasn't enough of a give away, you only had to look at how the asshole who just hit his partner in the stomach has just turned his back on Chris and is standing too fucking close.
It's almost insultingly easy. He's not too close, just close enough for Chris to raise his legs and wrap them around the asshole's neck. He presses his thigh across the guy's throat, efficiently cutting off his air supply and ignoring the desperate fingers scrabbling at the fabric of his jeans.
He stops just short of killing him, but waits until the fingers stop moving and the body becomes a limp weight, held up only by his grip. He has no idea whether he stopped short of causing brain damage, and can't find it in him to care. He doubts it would make much difference to the ape's cognitive functions anyway. All he's really interested in is avoiding another lecture from Malone about the use of excessive force, when he knows that all Malone is interested in is the potential bad publicity, and maybe getting their hands on someone who probably really doesn't understand the meaning of the word 'no', at least not when the questions are aimed at him.
He lets the guy fall with a thump and meets Sam's eyes again. Sam's face is white and sweaty - the punch must have been harder than he thought and for a second he wishes he hadn't let go so soon - but Sam's eyes gleam sardonically.
"You've seen too many Bond films."
"Hey," he shoots back. "Famke Janssen. What's not to like?"
Sam snorts, shifting in his bonds uncomfortably, but there's a little more colour in his face. "Now what?"
He shrugs as well as he can when his arms are tied above his head. "Wait for Backup to come with... backup?"
Sam's eyebrow raises a fraction of an inch and his mouth curls in that tiny smile that Chris knows spells trouble.
"And if she doesn't?"
He shrugs again, twisting slightly to ease the ache in his shoulders. "I've still got that little knife..."
Sam's smile widens, becomes a full-blown smirk and the gleam in his eyes becomes positively evil. "You know, Chris, if I were you I wouldn't go around telling people that."
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Chris/Sam h/c! ::beam::
Loved it, loved it, loved it *g*
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I'm going to have to transfer my tapes to DVD this holiday period. And maybe rediscover my fandom love for it.
I'm probably going to need to find another fandom [/cynical]
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Likewise mate, likewise :)
I'm going to have to transfer my tapes to DVD this holiday period. And maybe rediscover my fandom love for it.
Yeah, I'm hoping to do that too now that I have a computer that can handle it *g* It would definitely be nice to revisit the NP fic :)
I'm probably going to need to find another fandom [/cynical]
I know what you mean, although, fingers crossed the CSI problem may be fixed soon? ::looks hopeful::
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Oh, and the next person who calls them 'greedy' or 'stupid' is going to feel the sharp edge of my tongue. They are on the number one show in the world, are on a contract that pays them a fraction of that earned by actors on other, less successful shows, had not had a payrise in three years (not since year 2, and CSI has really hit the big time since then as it's sold in more and more countries) and were offered an inflationary raise only, which CBS claims they weren't obliged to offer them.
Yes, I did look up the rates of inflation in the US since 2001 :)
Obviously my definition of the word 'greedy' and the definition of others differs slightly. Like, by reality. Sheesh.