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Drugs Challenge: FAKE: Fanfic: Accidental Intoxication
Title: Accidental Intoxication
Fandom: FAKE
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Characters: Ryo, Dee
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: It was an easy arrest, but it came with an unfortunate side-effect.
Word Count: 300
Content Notes: Talk of drugs.
Written For: Challenge 417: Amnesty 70, using Challenge 84: Drugs.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
It was embarrassing, but it wasn’t entirely their fault. Okay, so going into a badly ventilated room full of people smoking marijuana in order to arrest their suspect probably hadn’t been the best idea, but they’d done it, and made a successful, not to mention surprisingly easy, arrest. At least they’d had the presence of mind to call for assistance once they’d realised they were both too high to drive.
The Chief wasn’t exactly impressed when they arrived back at the precinct, giggling, and clearly intoxicated. He’d yelled at them, but since the marijuana had left both Dee and Ryo feeling decidedly mellow, they hadn’t cared, or even really listened.
Ted and Marty had escorted their suspect to a holding cell, because there was no point trying to question him while he was under the influence. As for Dee and Ryo, they’d been sent home in disgrace, a fact that was only just starting to sink in.
“What did we do?” Ryo groaned; he was beyond embarrassed.
“Nothin’ all that bad, and anyway, it wasn’t intentional,” Dee replied, working his way through a bag of cookies he’d found in his cupboard.
“We got high while we were at work!”
“Again, not intentional. We didn’t know what was goin’ on in that apartment until they opened the door, and we were only breathin’ second-hand smoke. It’s not like we were handed a joint and took a couple drags.”
“We should’ve gone back downstairs and waited for our suspect to come out.”
“Could’a been waitin’ for days, and chances are he would’a slipped out another way and escaped. We knew where he was, so we brought him in for questionin’. We did the right thing.”
“I’m not sure Internal Affairs will see it the same way. We’ll probably be suspended. Without pay.”
The End