Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee has no desire to rise any further in the ranks.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Acme’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Dee knew he’d peaked; this was as high up the promotions ladder as he was ever going to get, and that was… actually pretty okay. Unlike some of his colleagues he’d never set his sights on any of the top spots in the police hierarchy. That way lay more paperwork, boring meetings, responsibility for the lives and behaviour of underlings, and enough red tape to wrap around the whole of Manhattan Island at least three times, complete with a fancy bow. Nuh uh, let someone else spend their life stuck behind a desk; that wasn’t for him.
He was a man of action; that was at least partly why police work appealed to him. Sure, he complained about all the legwork involved, carrying out investigations in all weathers. He didn’t enjoy getting wet, or cold, or too hot any more than the next guy, but it was worth the discomfort to build a solid case against a dangerous criminal. Every job had its downsides; you just had to accept that, take the bad with the good.
As long as he was still physically capable of chasing down the bad guys that was what he wanted to do, end of story.