WILLIAM ANDREW PHILLIP BODIE
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BODIE
Rated: G
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairings: None
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! Criticism is more than welcome, flaming is not!
Warnings: None
Summary: This story is based on Bodie’s four names at different stages of his life.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I promise to return them only slightly worn also I do not make any money from my fic, it’s purely for pleasure.
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BODIE by Debs
The heels of Bodie’s boots tacked out a rapid tattoo as he stormed along the corridor of CI5 answering Cowley’s summons. ‘Why now!’ He thought to himself. He’d managed to get along this far without a damn partner but George Bloody Cowley in all his wisdom thought he needed one. After just over a year with CI5 Cowley now wanted to partner him off. ‘Not if I’ve got anything to do with it’ Bodie thought rebelliously knocking on the outer door to Cowley’s office.
“He’s waiting for you!” Cowley’s pretty secretary Betty said and Bodie didn’t even bother with the usual smile and chat up. It was more a grimace he threw Betty’s way.
“Thanks.” Bodie replied glumly and knocked on Cowley’s door. A mumbled "Enter" and Bodie pushed open the door only to find Cowley alone. ‘Strange!’ Bodie thought.
“Och sit down laddie.” Cowley directed and hesitantly Bodie sat and it felt decidedly strange to be doing so. When he was in Cowley’s office it was more often than not for some strife he was in for breaking some stupid rule and getting dragged over the proverbial carpet for it, not being offered Cowley’s best pure malt scotch.
Cowley raised his glass in silent salute and sat there watching Bodie, which was making him decidedly nervous, but by neither word nor action did Bodie let it be known.
‘Yes.’ Cowley thought ‘He’d do just fine.’ Even though Bodie had been in CI5 for a short 14 months he was already proving his worth. He’d come through in some pretty hairy situations already and Cowley didn’t want him burning out too soon hence the partnering idea. ‘Oh and he’ll hate it!’ Cowley thought with glee.
Bodie’s dubious background was coming in handy more and more but he had the tendency to shoot first and ask questions later. Rather difficult if the person in question was dead as Bodie was the best marksman on the squad. Cowley was slowly breaking him of that inconvenient habit. It has also taken Cowley months to stop Bodie saluting him every time he saw him. Cowley still thought that particular trait was extremely funny but he could understand it begin an Army man himself. ‘Yes, but this boy’s pure SAS’ Cowley thought still slightly a little in awe of that fact. He knew the reputation of the SAS and how tough their men were and he had his very own right here. ‘Not that I think anyone could ever really tame this one’ Cowley correctly guessed.
“You wanted to see me Sir?” Bodie asked sipping the scotch. It was damn good and he was not going to waste it by throwing it down his neck in one go. ‘Doubt Cowley would appreciate that!’ He thought smirking.
“I’ve found you a partner Bodie.” Cowley said and Bodie glowered.
“Didn’t know I’d lost one Sir.” He replied flippantly and Cowley hid his own smirk behind his glass. ‘Cheeky sod’ he thought affectionately.
“Bodie!” Cowley reprimanded.
“Sorry Sir.” Bodie replied with not one ounce of sincerity.
“I’ve not done this just to step on your toes Bodie, regardless of what you may believe. I want you partnered off so I don’t loose you. Someone to watch your back while you watch his if you will.” Bodie could understand that logic but he still didn’t like it.
“But Sir!” he started and Cowley stopped him swiftly with a glare that would stop a Sherman tank. It had absolutely no effect on Bodie however.
“No arguments Bodie. I said you’re getting a partner and your bloody getting a partner.” Cowley reached over and re-filled Bodie’s glass. ‘God much more of that stuff and they’ll be sending me to AA!’ Bodie thought. It was only just past noon.
“So what’s this new partner of mine like?” Bodie asked crossing one fine booted foot over the knee of his tan trousers and lounging back. Cowley glared at him and Bodie grinned back.
“Ex Detective Constable at the Met.” Bodie frowned.
“A Bloody Cop!” He said with feeling and Cowley glared again. Neither heard the door open.
“Yer sunshine a bloody cop, you got a problem with that?” Bodie whirled to face the newcomer and his face broke into a huge smile. “Christ, your mum still dresses you like she did when you were six!” The newcomer said.
“Bloody hell, Ray Doyle!” Bodie enveloped the smaller man in a rib-crushing hug. Ray grunted.
“Christ Will you trying to break me bleeding ribs. Lay off you big git.” Bodie was standing there grinning like a maniac. Cowley could only stare at them shell-shocked. His idea had backfired him.
“I take it you two know each other?” Cowley demanded sarcastically and both men nodded in unison.
“Yes Sir. Since we were 6 and 8” Bodie replied not being able to get the stupid grin of his face. Doyle was not doing much better. They both stood there with their arms around each other’s shoulders; faces plastered with the most ridiculous grins and Cowley could only glare at them.
“This is not kindergarten you two do know that?” Cowley demanded setting glasses of scotch down in front of both of them and nodding to the chairs. Both Bodie and Doyle sat, still grinning like loons.
“Yes Sir, we know that!” Doyle replied sipping his scotch.
“Good just as well. Well this may still work out. Keep in other in line.” ‘My job is not to make my men happy but I’ve just made their day’ Cowley thought annoyed.
“Oh get out of here; I can’t stand the sight of your grinning faces any longer, get!” Both scampered at that tone and stood out side the door grinning at each other like idiots.
“Drink?” Bodie asked and Ray nodded.
“You buying?” He asked, reverting instantly to the banter of their youth.
“I’m buying!” Bodie replied
“Then I’m drinking.” And they both walked out of CI5 into the warm spring afternoon. They had a lot of years to catch up on. ‘This is gonna be interesting!’ Doyle thought grinning. He had his best friend back again by some twist of fate and he’d not loose him again he promised himself and anyone else who cared to listen.
Bodie slung his arm around Doyle’s shoulder and happily led him to his car and to the closest pub. Neither were too healthy when they had to face Cowley the next day. He just glared at them, handed to the assignments for the day and left them too it.
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairings: None
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! Criticism is more than welcome, flaming is not!
Warnings: None
Summary: This story is based on Bodie’s four names at different stages of his life.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I promise to return them only slightly worn also I do not make any money from my fic, it’s purely for pleasure.
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BODIE by Debs
The heels of Bodie’s boots tacked out a rapid tattoo as he stormed along the corridor of CI5 answering Cowley’s summons. ‘Why now!’ He thought to himself. He’d managed to get along this far without a damn partner but George Bloody Cowley in all his wisdom thought he needed one. After just over a year with CI5 Cowley now wanted to partner him off. ‘Not if I’ve got anything to do with it’ Bodie thought rebelliously knocking on the outer door to Cowley’s office.
“He’s waiting for you!” Cowley’s pretty secretary Betty said and Bodie didn’t even bother with the usual smile and chat up. It was more a grimace he threw Betty’s way.
“Thanks.” Bodie replied glumly and knocked on Cowley’s door. A mumbled "Enter" and Bodie pushed open the door only to find Cowley alone. ‘Strange!’ Bodie thought.
“Och sit down laddie.” Cowley directed and hesitantly Bodie sat and it felt decidedly strange to be doing so. When he was in Cowley’s office it was more often than not for some strife he was in for breaking some stupid rule and getting dragged over the proverbial carpet for it, not being offered Cowley’s best pure malt scotch.
Cowley raised his glass in silent salute and sat there watching Bodie, which was making him decidedly nervous, but by neither word nor action did Bodie let it be known.
‘Yes.’ Cowley thought ‘He’d do just fine.’ Even though Bodie had been in CI5 for a short 14 months he was already proving his worth. He’d come through in some pretty hairy situations already and Cowley didn’t want him burning out too soon hence the partnering idea. ‘Oh and he’ll hate it!’ Cowley thought with glee.
Bodie’s dubious background was coming in handy more and more but he had the tendency to shoot first and ask questions later. Rather difficult if the person in question was dead as Bodie was the best marksman on the squad. Cowley was slowly breaking him of that inconvenient habit. It has also taken Cowley months to stop Bodie saluting him every time he saw him. Cowley still thought that particular trait was extremely funny but he could understand it begin an Army man himself. ‘Yes, but this boy’s pure SAS’ Cowley thought still slightly a little in awe of that fact. He knew the reputation of the SAS and how tough their men were and he had his very own right here. ‘Not that I think anyone could ever really tame this one’ Cowley correctly guessed.
“You wanted to see me Sir?” Bodie asked sipping the scotch. It was damn good and he was not going to waste it by throwing it down his neck in one go. ‘Doubt Cowley would appreciate that!’ He thought smirking.
“I’ve found you a partner Bodie.” Cowley said and Bodie glowered.
“Didn’t know I’d lost one Sir.” He replied flippantly and Cowley hid his own smirk behind his glass. ‘Cheeky sod’ he thought affectionately.
“Bodie!” Cowley reprimanded.
“Sorry Sir.” Bodie replied with not one ounce of sincerity.
“I’ve not done this just to step on your toes Bodie, regardless of what you may believe. I want you partnered off so I don’t loose you. Someone to watch your back while you watch his if you will.” Bodie could understand that logic but he still didn’t like it.
“But Sir!” he started and Cowley stopped him swiftly with a glare that would stop a Sherman tank. It had absolutely no effect on Bodie however.
“No arguments Bodie. I said you’re getting a partner and your bloody getting a partner.” Cowley reached over and re-filled Bodie’s glass. ‘God much more of that stuff and they’ll be sending me to AA!’ Bodie thought. It was only just past noon.
“So what’s this new partner of mine like?” Bodie asked crossing one fine booted foot over the knee of his tan trousers and lounging back. Cowley glared at him and Bodie grinned back.
“Ex Detective Constable at the Met.” Bodie frowned.
“A Bloody Cop!” He said with feeling and Cowley glared again. Neither heard the door open.
“Yer sunshine a bloody cop, you got a problem with that?” Bodie whirled to face the newcomer and his face broke into a huge smile. “Christ, your mum still dresses you like she did when you were six!” The newcomer said.
“Bloody hell, Ray Doyle!” Bodie enveloped the smaller man in a rib-crushing hug. Ray grunted.
“Christ Will you trying to break me bleeding ribs. Lay off you big git.” Bodie was standing there grinning like a maniac. Cowley could only stare at them shell-shocked. His idea had backfired him.
“I take it you two know each other?” Cowley demanded sarcastically and both men nodded in unison.
“Yes Sir. Since we were 6 and 8” Bodie replied not being able to get the stupid grin of his face. Doyle was not doing much better. They both stood there with their arms around each other’s shoulders; faces plastered with the most ridiculous grins and Cowley could only glare at them.
“This is not kindergarten you two do know that?” Cowley demanded setting glasses of scotch down in front of both of them and nodding to the chairs. Both Bodie and Doyle sat, still grinning like loons.
“Yes Sir, we know that!” Doyle replied sipping his scotch.
“Good just as well. Well this may still work out. Keep in other in line.” ‘My job is not to make my men happy but I’ve just made their day’ Cowley thought annoyed.
“Oh get out of here; I can’t stand the sight of your grinning faces any longer, get!” Both scampered at that tone and stood out side the door grinning at each other like idiots.
“Drink?” Bodie asked and Ray nodded.
“You buying?” He asked, reverting instantly to the banter of their youth.
“I’m buying!” Bodie replied
“Then I’m drinking.” And they both walked out of CI5 into the warm spring afternoon. They had a lot of years to catch up on. ‘This is gonna be interesting!’ Doyle thought grinning. He had his best friend back again by some twist of fate and he’d not loose him again he promised himself and anyone else who cared to listen.
Bodie slung his arm around Doyle’s shoulder and happily led him to his car and to the closest pub. Neither were too healthy when they had to face Cowley the next day. He just glared at them, handed to the assignments for the day and left them too it.