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Plans are changing

Ship: Inspector Sullivan x the reader

Summary: You were going to have a picnic but something went terribly wrong.

not really well-written but I tried I tried

It was a perfect day. You looked out of the window and listened to the weather forecast on the radio. Warm rays of sunshine were calling you somewhere to the fields. It was really a good time for a small picnic on a side of the river. And what's more, you've always wanted to enjoy and appreciate the sunset over the river bank.

You made some sandwiches, cut a piece of your apple pie that left from breakfast and thoughtfully put a wine bottle into the basket. As a final touch a napkin was placed over your package and a plaid followed.

The bicycle was ready as always at the steps, you dragged it down the gravel with a happy ringing of a bicycle bell. Finally you managed to the main road and started your little bike journey. The path took you by the church where you were stopped by some kind of a bouncing figure. Mrs. McCarthy was running to you with outstretched hands: 'Y/N! We were looking for you! Father Brown would appreciate your help with the decorations. We need a spare pair of hands for our rose garland above the door.'— 'Why the h... khh-cough-cough... even put the roses above the front door?..'

You couldn't refuse to help Father Brown and soon you were fully absorbed in the absolute mess called The Decoration Process. All extremely thorny roses were for you, so your hands were soon covered with small cuts and scratches. Each time you put your injured finger into your mouth. It wasn't helping, though. Finally, everything was done. It looked marvelous, you couldn't even believe that it was a creation of your countryside crew. Your plans for the picnic were ruined completely but it was worth it.

You bid them goodbye and got on the bike under a Mrs. McCarthy's disapproving look. Despite the failed picnic you were eager to have an evening bike ride around the village. The road was laying beneath the wheels itself, peaceful sights in the coming darkness were no less appealing and soon you find yourself riding past a familiar cottage. It was already late, but there were no lights in the windows. There was only one reason Inspector Sullivan wasn't home at this hour. Well, actually, there was more than one possible reasons, but you couldn't imagine this man of ice having a day off somewhere in the city. The only conclusion was that someone's having a new case. Suddenly a bright idea came to your mind and you speeded up a little in excitement. You ended up at the police station, sneaking on the tiptoes to the lit-up window of the Inspector's office. Trying to do something like a field site assessment you pressed your nose to the cold glass. There he were, blankly staring into the pile of papers on the table. Finally Sullivan visibly exhaled and tiredly sat back in his chair.

You knocked slightly but that was enough to startle him. He almost rushed to the window with anger written on his face. Sullivan definitely had much to say, but you slyly pointed to your ears and made a sign for him to open the window.

'The police station is closed.' — 'I'm here on a private matter.'

You were trying to sound as much intimate as you can, but burst out laughing. You made an attempt to climb up on the window sill. 'Hey, aren't you going to help a damsel in distress?' — 'Absolutely not.' Inspector, far from being polite, was standing motionless with his arms crossed. 'Well, let's do it another way.' You placed your basket on the window sill. 'What's that, a bomb?' The smirk on Inspector's face was unbearable. 'Check it yourself if you are brave enough and let me in!'

He finally helped you to came through the window. 'And now I'm arresting you for trespassing. By the way, where've you been, fighting with a bunch of cats?' — 'It was Mrs. McCarthy's rosebush. And I brought you a supper, speaking of the basket.' — 'Roses won, apparently.' You could not help but roll your eyes at his words. 'Keep training and someday you'll manage to show a proper gratitude. Oh, and what's that?' After breaking in you spotted a cup with some cold leftovers on Inspector's table. 'Don't you dare to say that you are drinking this instant stuff!' You could swear that Sullivan blushed for a moment in attempt to snatch the compromising evidence from your hands. 'So, this instant coffee clearly doesn't help. I have something better to offer. No, this is not for you!' You took the wine bottle away from him and offered everything else. After such a busy day at the office he couldn't resist. It was kind of satisfying to see the basket being emptied in your eyes. 'And now introduce the case to the me! Maybe I can be of some help.' Surprisingly, Inspector obeyed, and soon you were lively discussing the files. You pointed out some unnoticed details, and a thing started to piece together. It was awfully late when you finally decided to end that brainstorm and headed home. 'Please, don't think this has changed something.' — 'And is this all the gratitude?!'

Although your plans had failed it seemed that now you could set a new goal — to take Inspector on a picnic one day.

#inspector sullivan #x reader #father brown

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