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Dec. 25th, 2007 12:16 am"What part of good will towards all men did you not learn at Sunday school?"
Ray used the round tummy of the snowman he'd cuffed to ram through the precinct doors. The booking desk was crowded ten people deep, a donkey sat in the hallway wearing a pair of flashing antlers and the top of the Christmas tree everyone had spent so long trying to avoid decorating was snapped off, half the fairy light bulbs blown. A man dressed in a giant red and green cracker suit waddled across Ray's vision.
...He'd only been gone an hour.
The perp twisted round as he plodded through the station. "This is a hundred dollar costume, mister, you better be careful. I'm not losing my deposit because some flatfoot decided to clean the doors with my bowl full of jelly!"
When Ray's face twisted in confused disgust, the man sighed theatrically and shaked his hips. "My belly!"
"Finally got a date, huh, Vecchio?"
Ray laughed in fake amusement and kept walking the perp. The place was packed, Christmas really brought out the best in people it seemed. "'Tis the season, Dewser."
Dewey chuckled and slapped Ray's hand in a high five as they passed. Ray frogged-marched the snowman up the stairs and round into the bullpen.
"This isn't no simple dry-clean only, I'll have you know. This is quality merchandise."
"Yeah, I wonder how you paid for that."
"You have no proof I stole that money! I was collecting for sick kids!"
"And pocketing the dough yourself, real smooth." Ray finished.
"I was a sick kid!" He shrugged casually, his white shoulders bunching up at his neck. "Just collecting what I'm owed, that's all."
"Oh, I'd say you're still a little sick, pal," he smirked. With a firm thrust, Ray presented the snowman proudly in the middle of the bullpen and clapped his hands. "Yo, Lieutenant!" He yelled, the perp standing awkwardly on the spot. "I brought you a Christmas present!"
Ray used the round tummy of the snowman he'd cuffed to ram through the precinct doors. The booking desk was crowded ten people deep, a donkey sat in the hallway wearing a pair of flashing antlers and the top of the Christmas tree everyone had spent so long trying to avoid decorating was snapped off, half the fairy light bulbs blown. A man dressed in a giant red and green cracker suit waddled across Ray's vision.
...He'd only been gone an hour.
The perp twisted round as he plodded through the station. "This is a hundred dollar costume, mister, you better be careful. I'm not losing my deposit because some flatfoot decided to clean the doors with my bowl full of jelly!"
When Ray's face twisted in confused disgust, the man sighed theatrically and shaked his hips. "My belly!"
"Finally got a date, huh, Vecchio?"
Ray laughed in fake amusement and kept walking the perp. The place was packed, Christmas really brought out the best in people it seemed. "'Tis the season, Dewser."
Dewey chuckled and slapped Ray's hand in a high five as they passed. Ray frogged-marched the snowman up the stairs and round into the bullpen.
"This isn't no simple dry-clean only, I'll have you know. This is quality merchandise."
"Yeah, I wonder how you paid for that."
"You have no proof I stole that money! I was collecting for sick kids!"
"And pocketing the dough yourself, real smooth." Ray finished.
"I was a sick kid!" He shrugged casually, his white shoulders bunching up at his neck. "Just collecting what I'm owed, that's all."
"Oh, I'd say you're still a little sick, pal," he smirked. With a firm thrust, Ray presented the snowman proudly in the middle of the bullpen and clapped his hands. "Yo, Lieutenant!" He yelled, the perp standing awkwardly on the spot. "I brought you a Christmas present!"
