Burn & Tennant
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shattered_ficsAssignment Pick a room in your house and show it verses telling it.
“Would you look at this room,” DI Tennant said clicking his tongue as he entered the room. There was absolutely no floor visible. He kicked some of the clothing out of the way so he could further open the door. “Oh there is something completely wrong with this person I can already tell.”
“Looks normal to me,” PC Burn said quietly following his superior into the smallest room of the house. He looked around the room and a smile crept onto his young face “Where would you like to start Sir?”
“Here!” He said excitedly throwing open the brown double doors to the cluttered closet “Ah Ha!” He dove to his knees throwing around shoe boxes, raggedy sneakers, long forgotten dolls and doll clothing and picked up an old laminated photo of a huge group of people. “A hit list!” He declared holding up the foot long photo for PC Burn to see “How many people do you think they’ve tried to kill?”
“Hem, Sir?” Burn said quietly “That’s a middle school class photo.”
“Fine!” Tennant said slowly throwing the photo back into the closet along with everything he pushed out. “Still could’ve been a hit list.” He muttered pulling himself to his feet. Something shiny and out of the ordinary caught his eye as it hung on the door to the closet. “Look at this!: He pulled it off of it’s hook. A cape that changed from green to red depending on how you held it. Running a finger over the flower print the smirked “This could be used in prostitution!”
“A Halloween cloak Sir?” Burn said holding back his laugh.
“Fine,” Tennant said throwing the cloak back onto the hook. “Dresser!” He waded through the floor to the tall dresser standing next to the closet. Nail polish, pictures, candy and money lined the small top of the dresser. Detective Inspector Tennant slowly opened the top drawer, hoping to find something anything prosecutable. His face fell and looked at Police Constable Burn.
“Sir?”
“A lone sock?” He said slowly holding it up.
“I think the rest are currently littering the floor,” Burn said simply.
“There has to be something!” Tennant wailed desperately “Look at the bookshelf!”
“Of course,” Burn said slowly as his superior went as quickly as he could to the other side of the room. The shelf was lined from top of bottom with every book you could imagine. There was also a line of soda cans on the shelf closest to the desk which sat next to the shelf. DI Tennant slowly picked up one of the coke cans and inspected it “What’s wrong Sir?”
“You can make drugs in these!” He said shaking it in front of PC Burn’s face. He could hear some soda sloshing around.
“Not with soda still in it,” He said slowly rolling his eyes “Sir!”
“What’s this?” Tennant said slowly picking up a orange box that held a sonic screwdriver.
“Some random show memorabilia?” Burn asked taking a seat on the bed, being careful he didn’t disturb anything.
“It says here that it opens doors! Breaks rocks and emits high frequency sonic waves! What a screwdriver!”
“Sir I’m pretty sure that’s a toy, and it doesn’t look like it’s been opened,” Burn said resting his forehead on his hand sighing.
“But look at everything this can do! I’m sure they used this to get into banks, and vaults and things that would mean they are breaking the law! Can’t you see?”
“Did you forget to drink your coffee this morning Sir?” Burn said quietly moving around the room watching out of the corner of his eye DI Tennant.
Burn walked over to the TV entertainment centre. It wasn’t really an entertainment centre, most like an old kitchen cabinet that was painted white with the top removed and the TV placed atop it. He ran his finger down the TV screen and collected a finger full of dust, wiping it on the back of DI Tennant’s jacket he kneeled down moving the small table out of the way and opening up the drawers. All kinds of VHS tapes where in the top two drawers, Disney movies as well as concerts they obviously didn’t want people to know they watched, of bands who they hid their liking for. He quickly opened the bottom cabinet and almost a dozen stack full of Cds greeted him. He couldn’t find anything incriminating in here besides the fact their taste in music was atrocious. Pushing himself off the floor he turned to Tennant who was still gazing intently at the Sonic Screwdriver.
“Sir?” Burn said slowly “Can we put down the toy so we can continue on with this job?”
“I want one of these!” He said quickly before placing it down back on the shelf “It would make everything so much easier!”
“Their laptop is on,” Burn quickly said taking a seat in the chair. “We can go through it right?”
“As long as you don’t make it obvious,” Tennant said kneeling down rummaging through the drawers. He pulled out a bunch of pink and red hearts and playbills from various theatre shows they had seen. “Someone’s a packrat” He said quickly replacing the objects and moving to the other side. He opened the biggest drawer and pulled out all of it’s contents. “Well well well, I’ve found something that can’t be theirs!” He said pulling out a check that was obviously never cashed.
“That’s a bond Sir,” Burn said slowly closing out all of the objects he had open on the computer. “Why are we on this job? There is obviously nothing here. Are you sure this is the right person?”
“Positive,” He said crawling toward the printer which still had objects in the tray. “Grocery list? This can’t be right.”
“I think there is also a paper underneath that Sir,” Burn said leaning back in his chair. “Why are we wasting time on this?”
“This is the right person!” Tennant said quickly standing up as his phone buzzed. “Yes?” Burn looked up at his superior waiting for the news that will come through the phone. “Yes, thank you for telling me.”
“Sir?”
“We’re in the wrong house. The house we’re supposed to be in is next door,” DI Tennant said quickly.
“Let’s go Sir before we get sued,” PC Burn said quickly leaving the room.
“Would you look at this room,” DI Tennant said clicking his tongue as he entered the room. There was absolutely no floor visible. He kicked some of the clothing out of the way so he could further open the door. “Oh there is something completely wrong with this person I can already tell.”
“Looks normal to me,” PC Burn said quietly following his superior into the smallest room of the house. He looked around the room and a smile crept onto his young face “Where would you like to start Sir?”
“Here!” He said excitedly throwing open the brown double doors to the cluttered closet “Ah Ha!” He dove to his knees throwing around shoe boxes, raggedy sneakers, long forgotten dolls and doll clothing and picked up an old laminated photo of a huge group of people. “A hit list!” He declared holding up the foot long photo for PC Burn to see “How many people do you think they’ve tried to kill?”
“Hem, Sir?” Burn said quietly “That’s a middle school class photo.”
“Fine!” Tennant said slowly throwing the photo back into the closet along with everything he pushed out. “Still could’ve been a hit list.” He muttered pulling himself to his feet. Something shiny and out of the ordinary caught his eye as it hung on the door to the closet. “Look at this!: He pulled it off of it’s hook. A cape that changed from green to red depending on how you held it. Running a finger over the flower print the smirked “This could be used in prostitution!”
“A Halloween cloak Sir?” Burn said holding back his laugh.
“Fine,” Tennant said throwing the cloak back onto the hook. “Dresser!” He waded through the floor to the tall dresser standing next to the closet. Nail polish, pictures, candy and money lined the small top of the dresser. Detective Inspector Tennant slowly opened the top drawer, hoping to find something anything prosecutable. His face fell and looked at Police Constable Burn.
“Sir?”
“A lone sock?” He said slowly holding it up.
“I think the rest are currently littering the floor,” Burn said simply.
“There has to be something!” Tennant wailed desperately “Look at the bookshelf!”
“Of course,” Burn said slowly as his superior went as quickly as he could to the other side of the room. The shelf was lined from top of bottom with every book you could imagine. There was also a line of soda cans on the shelf closest to the desk which sat next to the shelf. DI Tennant slowly picked up one of the coke cans and inspected it “What’s wrong Sir?”
“You can make drugs in these!” He said shaking it in front of PC Burn’s face. He could hear some soda sloshing around.
“Not with soda still in it,” He said slowly rolling his eyes “Sir!”
“What’s this?” Tennant said slowly picking up a orange box that held a sonic screwdriver.
“Some random show memorabilia?” Burn asked taking a seat on the bed, being careful he didn’t disturb anything.
“It says here that it opens doors! Breaks rocks and emits high frequency sonic waves! What a screwdriver!”
“Sir I’m pretty sure that’s a toy, and it doesn’t look like it’s been opened,” Burn said resting his forehead on his hand sighing.
“But look at everything this can do! I’m sure they used this to get into banks, and vaults and things that would mean they are breaking the law! Can’t you see?”
“Did you forget to drink your coffee this morning Sir?” Burn said quietly moving around the room watching out of the corner of his eye DI Tennant.
Burn walked over to the TV entertainment centre. It wasn’t really an entertainment centre, most like an old kitchen cabinet that was painted white with the top removed and the TV placed atop it. He ran his finger down the TV screen and collected a finger full of dust, wiping it on the back of DI Tennant’s jacket he kneeled down moving the small table out of the way and opening up the drawers. All kinds of VHS tapes where in the top two drawers, Disney movies as well as concerts they obviously didn’t want people to know they watched, of bands who they hid their liking for. He quickly opened the bottom cabinet and almost a dozen stack full of Cds greeted him. He couldn’t find anything incriminating in here besides the fact their taste in music was atrocious. Pushing himself off the floor he turned to Tennant who was still gazing intently at the Sonic Screwdriver.
“Sir?” Burn said slowly “Can we put down the toy so we can continue on with this job?”
“I want one of these!” He said quickly before placing it down back on the shelf “It would make everything so much easier!”
“Their laptop is on,” Burn quickly said taking a seat in the chair. “We can go through it right?”
“As long as you don’t make it obvious,” Tennant said kneeling down rummaging through the drawers. He pulled out a bunch of pink and red hearts and playbills from various theatre shows they had seen. “Someone’s a packrat” He said quickly replacing the objects and moving to the other side. He opened the biggest drawer and pulled out all of it’s contents. “Well well well, I’ve found something that can’t be theirs!” He said pulling out a check that was obviously never cashed.
“That’s a bond Sir,” Burn said slowly closing out all of the objects he had open on the computer. “Why are we on this job? There is obviously nothing here. Are you sure this is the right person?”
“Positive,” He said crawling toward the printer which still had objects in the tray. “Grocery list? This can’t be right.”
“I think there is also a paper underneath that Sir,” Burn said leaning back in his chair. “Why are we wasting time on this?”
“This is the right person!” Tennant said quickly standing up as his phone buzzed. “Yes?” Burn looked up at his superior waiting for the news that will come through the phone. “Yes, thank you for telling me.”
“Sir?”
“We’re in the wrong house. The house we’re supposed to be in is next door,” DI Tennant said quickly.
“Let’s go Sir before we get sued,” PC Burn said quickly leaving the room.
