Life/Departed Crossover Drabble
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revelininsanity who wanted Charlie/Dignam, emphasis on the crazy
“Hell-A,” Sean sighed, looking around his new office. “The land of fruit and nuts.”
“Actually, that’s Northern California,” spoke a voice from the doorway. “Although, the fruit here is pretty good. Orange?”
“Which one are you?”
“Crews,” replied Charlie, happy for once that there was someone who didn’t…
“The ex-con,” Dignam said, just to see if he could get a reaction.
Charlie set the orange down on the new captain’s desk. “Never was.”
“Ahh, don’t fuck with me, Charlie. Get that prison dirt under your fingernails and you never get clean. No matter how clean you might have been on the outside.”
“Spoken like someone who knows.”
“Had a lot of guys who…” He stopped, thinking of decent men who had to spend time behind bars to establish cover for their assignments. Thoughts of Billy Costigan sprang to mind and were immediately shut down. Dignam frowned at Crews. “If I wanted to talk to a shrink I’d be upstairs at IA. Don’t ever fucking try that again.”
“I think someone needs a hug,” sing-songed Charlie.
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
Charlie gave Dignam a grin, then sashayed out the door.
Dignam sighed again and prayed he didn’t assimilate into this weird L.A. culture too soon.
revelininsanity who wanted Charlie/Dignam, emphasis on the crazy“Hell-A,” Sean sighed, looking around his new office. “The land of fruit and nuts.”
“Actually, that’s Northern California,” spoke a voice from the doorway. “Although, the fruit here is pretty good. Orange?”
“Which one are you?”
“Crews,” replied Charlie, happy for once that there was someone who didn’t…
“The ex-con,” Dignam said, just to see if he could get a reaction.
Charlie set the orange down on the new captain’s desk. “Never was.”
“Ahh, don’t fuck with me, Charlie. Get that prison dirt under your fingernails and you never get clean. No matter how clean you might have been on the outside.”
“Spoken like someone who knows.”
“Had a lot of guys who…” He stopped, thinking of decent men who had to spend time behind bars to establish cover for their assignments. Thoughts of Billy Costigan sprang to mind and were immediately shut down. Dignam frowned at Crews. “If I wanted to talk to a shrink I’d be upstairs at IA. Don’t ever fucking try that again.”
“I think someone needs a hug,” sing-songed Charlie.
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
Charlie gave Dignam a grin, then sashayed out the door.
Dignam sighed again and prayed he didn’t assimilate into this weird L.A. culture too soon.
