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FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Cramming

Title: Cramming
Fandom: FAKE
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo have a case coming to trial in a few days so they need to refresh their memories on all the details.
Written For: Challenge 315: Amnesty at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 77: Revision.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.

“Y’know, when I graduated from the Academy I thought my days of revisin’ were over, all that crammin’ for exams outta my life for ever.” Dee slumped over the stack of folders on his desk. “They should’a prepared us for this, warned us at least. How’m I supposed to remember all this? It’s makin’ my head hurt.”

“Sure that’s not your hangover from last night?” Ryo asked.

Dee just groaned piteously, and Ryo sighed.

Maybe he should have been a little more sympathetic, but Dee had known the trial on one of their most complicated cases was coming up and yet he’d still chosen to go out drinking the night before. Okay, it had been an old friend’s stag night, but still, he could have gone a bit easier on the booze. They only had three days left until the trial, and a lot of details to get straight in their heads before they had to take the stand and give evidence, which meant going over every scrap of paperwork on the case. It wasn’t the same as cramming for an exam, where half of what you revised would likely turn out to be unnecessary, but it was revision of a sort nonetheless.

Shaking his head, Ryo dug in his desk drawer for painkillers and tossed them across to his partner. “Here; take a couple of these.”


They bounced off Dee’s head and Ryo winced.


“S’okay. Not like ya can make my headache any worse.” Levering himself upright, Dee downed two of the painkillers with half a bottle of water and closed his eyes for a few minutes, waiting for the pounding in his head to ease. “I think somebody last night must’ve been spikin’ my drinks; probably Barry. I told him I couldn’t afford to get hammered because I had work in the mornin’, but he just said I should call in sick. Easy for him to say; he’s not the one responsible for makin’ sure a murderin’ scumbag gets locked away.”

Dee opened a folder and tried to focus on the paperwork it contained; the evidence that had been collected and the lab’s findings, witness statements, and his own notes. Revision sucked but it was necessary; no cop could remember all the details of every case they investigated, but his testimony could be crucial in getting a conviction. He wasn’t about to let the victim down.

The End

Tags: dee laytner, drabble, fake, fake fic, fan_flashworks, fic, fic: pg, ryo maclean

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