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Earth as Hard as Iron

One of her rare longer fics, a case story, set in the cold winter, with the lads shivering and touching and taking care of each other and thus getting warm in the end.

Earth as Hard as Iron by Verlaine

As Cowley strode up to the door, Bodie dropped back for a moment and Doyle stopped beside him. "Thanks for the rest," Bodie said. "You okay?"
"No," Doyle said shortly. "Think I left half my nerves on the motorway, and this place feels—" He stopped, unsure of whether he wanted to put it into words.
"Beautiful but wrong." At Doyle's startled glance, Bodie nodded. "Like the corpse all done up at the funeral."
"Let's hope that's not a premonition."
"C'mon, Ray, she's dead. Probably has been since yesterday afternoon."
"Not necessarily." Doyle felt compelled to argue, as if admitting the possibility was in some way a betrayal of the missing woman. "If somebody wants information—"
"Then for her sake, we better hope she's dead. You know what they'll use to get it out of her."
Doyle swore under his breath, knowing his partner was right, but hating the cold logic behind it. Bodie rested one hand lightly on the back of his neck, gently rubbing the tight muscles there, and Doyle felt the headache that had built during the drive begin to ease.
"Ta, mate," he said quietly, and risked a quick stroke to Bodie's back before they followed Cowley up and into the front hall.



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Apr. 5th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
Sounds good!
Another story I've missed - up until now. ;-)
Apr. 5th, 2010 06:31 pm (UTC)
It's never been archived, therefore easy to miss. Enjoy! :-)
Apr. 7th, 2010 07:52 pm (UTC)
Very nice! It's so refreshing to read an established relationship story. I really wish there would be more!

And did I get it right that Cowley knows and doesn't mind?

"Doyle started as Bodie tapped his arm. "Oi, this isn't where they filmed that thing you were watching on the telly last year, is it, about the poofter and the teddy bear?"

Beside him, Cowley made a sound suspiciously like a stifled chuckle. "No, Bodie, that was Castle Howard. It's near York."

"I don't know what's more frightening," Doyle murmured. "That you knew what he meant, or that I did. And Brideshead Revisited isn't about a teddy bear," he added severely over his shoulder. "

Very nice! Thank you!
Apr. 7th, 2010 08:14 pm (UTC)
A hilarious scene. Cowley knows, I think, as they are living together obviously. :-)
Apr. 5th, 2010 08:55 pm (UTC)
I really like her work so thanks for the reminder.
Apr. 6th, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
Apr. 6th, 2010 02:52 pm (UTC)
That's superb. I don't know how I missed it before either.
The opening description of driving in sleet in winter is very realistic. The case part is brilliant, with the details like the state of the girl's room.
And the contrast between the stately home and the lads' flat is really effective. I do like "established relationship".
And hee! that Bodie only needs a bit of sleep before he's up to cracking jokes about "Brideshead Revisited".
That's definitely going in my list of favourite Christmas fics (not my favourite genre, generally).
Apr. 6th, 2010 03:29 pm (UTC)
You summed it up perfectly. Thanks! :-)
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