Notes: A billion years, or five months ago, I started writing a handful of cliche fics for angelgazing. I kind of lost the plot, but recently completed another one, still dedicated to angelgazing. My grateful thanks to chaoticallyclev for the fantastic graphic. Thanks also to my beta samjohnsson for being an editing ninja.
( The black-and-whites who met them at the ranger station took the perp away, and Steve pulled out a roll of plastic sheeting from the back of his truck. Danny made some unimpressed crack about serial killers and Steve pretended that he couldn't hear him through the buzz of the rain. They sat on the plastic in silence except for the calm voice of the KHPR news announcer over the radio. When they got back to the station they squelched towards the locker room, and even Steve had to admit that this wasn't the most pleasant way to bust a coke-smuggling ring. )