DBH ONESHOTS

MERRY CHRISTMAS

RK900 X OC

RK900 is named Nines in this, simply because Gavin was too lazy to give him a name.

WARNING: NONE

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NINES POV

November 23, 2040

Snow fell steadily outside the doors of the DPD as I follow Detective Reed into the building. Atop a ladder stationed close to a tall tree in the lobby Detective Ball is busily wrapping colored lights around the top of it. Gavin waltzes by pausing briefly. "You try too damn hard, Ball," he mocks continuing to walk by.

She chuckles, "Happy Holidays to you too, Reed." She stops glancing in my direction a warm smile on her cheery face, "Merry Christmas, Nines."

I look at her briefly my expression cold and neutral as I reply with a brief nod. A quick scan of the young detective reveals a slightly raised heartbeat and increased breathing. "How are you today, Detective Ball," I inquire being polite.

Her smile brightens making my thirium pump speed up leaving a breathless feeling. I make a note to run a diagnostic later. "I'm great. Thank you for asking," she chirps happily.

"Tin-can, get your ass over here! We've got a case," Gavin snaps.

I open my mouth to speak, but the brunette woman shoos me away, "Go. He's being an impatient prick today."

"I HEARD THAT!"

"GOOD," she shouts back laughing. I turn walking toward my partner fighting back a faint smile.

November 28, 2040

"Hey, Connor," I hear Dectective Ball call, "Can you pass me the tree topper, please?"

Connor's voice is warm when he responds, "Of course."

Gavin and I round the corner when he bumps into the ladder  Belle is sitting on top of jarring it. "Ah, phck," he curses quickly moving out of the way rubbing his arm. Connor is several feet away putting the large star together as the ladder falls.

The next five seconds are a blur as I lunge forward wrapping my arms around the Detective protectively as she lets out a startled scream. The impact sending us both to the ground the smaller woman on top of my chest trembling. The ladder she was on clattering against the floor moments before us.

"Belle," Connor shouts worriedly as he rushes over. He sighs in relief seeing that she is safe, "Good catch, Nines."

Gavin panics in the same instance, "Jesus Chirst, Belle. I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

"What the fuck is going on in here," the Lieutenant demands walking into the chaos that just occured. "Fucking shit! What happened?" Gavin starts rambling off the story as Connor starts to interject.

I take this moment to glance down at Belle loosening my arms from around her noticing her hands fisted in my jacket face still pressed against my chest. "Are you injured, Belle," I can't stop the concern in my voice. She lifts her head soft brown eyes meeting my gray ones. Her hands relax laying flat against my chest. The feel of them making my blue blood race.