Characters: Drake/JJ, Dee/Ryo
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: The four detectives hang out together talking about work.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Prompt # 421 – Marijuana at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“So when we searched him,” Drake continued the story of his and JJ’s latest arrest, “we found five hand-rolled joints in his pocket, but he said we couldn’t charge him with possession because he used them for medical reasons.”
“Seriously?” Dee was grinning. The stupidity of some people!
JJ nodded. “Honest to God!”
“That’s only one step up from saying, ‘They’re not mine, I was just holding on to them for a friend.’ How dumb do these morons think we are?”
“Only, we checked into it and it turns out he was telling the truth, he was legitimately prescribed them.” Drake shrugged. “Go figure.”
“So he gets away with being in possession of marijuana?” Ryo didn’t seem happy about that.
“Well, yeah,” Drake said with a sly grin, “but we still got him on the original charges of aggravated assault and carrying a concealed weapon, so beating the possession rap didn’t do him any good.”
“What happened to the joints?” Dee asked.
“We had to give them back. Well, his lawyer has them now and he’s only allowed to partake in her presence, which means she’s stuck with making sure he follows the instructions on his prescription and takes his MJ when he’s supposed to,” JJ giggled. “I hope he’s paying her extra for the twice a day visits!”
“Pity we couldn’t keep ‘em,” Dee sighed, turning his lighter slowly over and over in his fingers.
“Dee!” Ryo sounded as shocked as he looked. “I can’t believe you said that!”
“What?” Dee looked at his partner, eyebrows raised. “Don’t tell me you’ve never indulged.”
“Never, it’s illegal. Besides, we’re cops, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Haven’t always been. Practically everyone I grew up with experimented as teens.”
“Not me,” Ryo insisted, “and if Bikky ever tries drugs, he’s grounded for life!”