Trespass | By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: - Trespass
Author: - Katt.
E-mail: - kattanon@hotmail.com
Archive: - If you’d like to have it feel free, but let me know.
Rating - NC-17.
Fandom: - The Shield.
Pairing - Dutch/m, Dutch/Vic.
Disclaimer: - I don’t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Warning: - Contains violence and non-con.
A response to Peja’s home invasion challenge.
Chapter 1.
Dutch and Claudette sat on opposite sides of the table in the breakroom, each intent on the pages of Claudette’s dissected newspaper that they were reading. Claudette slowly eating a salad while Dutch unenthusiastically munched his way through a slightly stale chicken salad sandwich, while wishing he’d got a plain salad too. Dutch frowned slightly when Vic and Shane came in talking loudly shattering their peace,
"So they give us all like 2 hours notice that we have to leave for three days while they fumigate the place. So I’ve got all my shit stuffed into the trunk of my car and I have to find time to trawl around the city trying to find somewhere half way decent to stay." Vic stated with a sigh as he reached into the fridge for a bottle of water.
"Yeah, well like I said you know I’m a bit short of space right now, but you’re welcome to camp out on the couch at my place." Shane offered.
Without thinking Dutch absently said,
"I’ve got a spare room you can use for a few days."
As he bit into his sandwich he suddenly realised what he’d said, shit he wondered where had that come from? The words seemed to have sprung out of the ether and shot straight out of his mouth totally bypassing his brain. What could he do, he couldn’t take it back now that he’d offered. Hopefully no one had been listening to him and if he kept his head down and just carried on as if he’d not spoken he’d get away with it. He began to chew the piece of sandwich in his mouth and tried to look innocuous focusing on the sports section of Claudette’s paper. Of course he had no such luck, after a surprised pause Vic said,
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