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Title:Last Laugh
Author: Nox
Pairing/Characters: Don, Coop
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Theme: Schmoop
Summary: Don's having an easy holiday season...he should learn not to tempt fate.
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Don’s holiday season had been pretty simple this year. There was a kidnapping that had wandered across state lines a few days before Hanukah but it’d been closed before noon and Don was just about finished his paperwork. He was starting to get the hopeful feeling that this holiday season might actually turn out to be a holiday after all when Cooper, for the first time in six months, walked into the bull pen and handed him a baby.
The infant blinked long eyelashes at him as he gaped silently at it. Coop just dropped a nappy bag, half a dozen files and a duffle on the desk before turning back to him. He took one look at Don and laughed in his face, which was a little off putting and knocked Don out of his shock a little.
“She’s not yours so stop looking so frightened.” He took the baby back from Don. “She belongs to a fugitive I was chasing.”
Don raised his eyebrow, starting to feel a little less like the ground was moving beneath him.
“And you liked her so much that you just decided to keep her?”
Coop ignored him, choosing instead to nestle the child over his shoulder.
“Child services is completely blocked, especially for an infant.” Don watched as the baby started drooling into Coop’s collar. “And the locals weren’t going to take custody of her if they couldn’t hand her off to the CPS pretty quickly. So here I am, stuck in LA over Christmas with a baby. So naturally I thought of you.” Coop grinned at him and Don started to have a sinking feeling.
“Naturally.”
Don isn’t overly sure how this ended up with Coop coming home with him. Though he thinks it’s probably something to do with subtle guilt tripping and bribery. But however it happened Don found himself sitting on his couch, elbows resting on his knees, staring at a baby. Coop was, thankfully, washing off the stench of four days sitting on his ass in a car and had left him to baby-sit.
She was sucking on her foot and looked to be enjoying herself immensely and Don felt a little put out that his body wasn’t letting him pull shit like that anymore.
She was actually pretty self sufficient at the moment which was nice, it seemed that all he really needed to do right now, in his role of temporary baby minder, was to sit close and wave at her occasionally, and he could do that.
Coop was out of the shower before she needed anything else they spent the rest of the night drinking beer on the couch after bedding her down in a blanket lined drawer.
They were pretty careful to cover her up, it was a bit overly cold for LA, there was even a little frost forming a festive border on the windows.
The bottle was freezing a little onto Don’s hand as he leant back against the couch.
“So what’s her name anyway?”
Coop blinked a few times, obviously not having been paying attention.
“Huh?”
Don sighed.
“The baby, she does have a name right?”
“Probably, but if she does I don’t know it. Mommy wasn’t exactly on good terms with me when we met, and even of she was she was kind of unhelpfully off her face.” He stared across the room at the baby. “I’ve been going with Sarah, she kind of reminds me of an ex of mine, except without the psychosis and the bottle throwing.” He looked up from the baby to find Don staring at him.
“What?”
Don shook his head at him.
“Nothing, I’m just enjoying watching you go all maternal over her.”
Coop punched him, Don wasn’t expecting anything less.
“You the one who’s getting up for her in the middle of the night mommy, so don’t go whining to me when you don’t want her anymore.”
“Fuck you Don.” Coop leant back into the couch with his beer.
Don had the last laugh when at three am on Christmas day, with cold numbing his nose he listened as Coop stumbled off the lounge to feed a crying baby. He smiled, rolled over and went back to sleep. Maybe it was a worthwhile holiday season after all.
Author: Nox
Pairing/Characters: Don, Coop
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Theme: Schmoop
Summary: Don's having an easy holiday season...he should learn not to tempt fate.
This fic was written for the Angst vs Schmoop Challenge at
numb3rswriteoff. After you’ve read the fic, please rate it by voting in the poll located here. (Your vote will be anonymous.) Rate the fic on a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being the best) using the following criteria: how well the fic fit the prompt, how angsty [or schmoopy] the fic was, and how well you enjoyed the fic. When you’re done, please check out the other challenge fic at numb3rswriteoff. Thank you! Don’s holiday season had been pretty simple this year. There was a kidnapping that had wandered across state lines a few days before Hanukah but it’d been closed before noon and Don was just about finished his paperwork. He was starting to get the hopeful feeling that this holiday season might actually turn out to be a holiday after all when Cooper, for the first time in six months, walked into the bull pen and handed him a baby.
The infant blinked long eyelashes at him as he gaped silently at it. Coop just dropped a nappy bag, half a dozen files and a duffle on the desk before turning back to him. He took one look at Don and laughed in his face, which was a little off putting and knocked Don out of his shock a little.
“She’s not yours so stop looking so frightened.” He took the baby back from Don. “She belongs to a fugitive I was chasing.”
Don raised his eyebrow, starting to feel a little less like the ground was moving beneath him.
“And you liked her so much that you just decided to keep her?”
Coop ignored him, choosing instead to nestle the child over his shoulder.
“Child services is completely blocked, especially for an infant.” Don watched as the baby started drooling into Coop’s collar. “And the locals weren’t going to take custody of her if they couldn’t hand her off to the CPS pretty quickly. So here I am, stuck in LA over Christmas with a baby. So naturally I thought of you.” Coop grinned at him and Don started to have a sinking feeling.
“Naturally.”
Don isn’t overly sure how this ended up with Coop coming home with him. Though he thinks it’s probably something to do with subtle guilt tripping and bribery. But however it happened Don found himself sitting on his couch, elbows resting on his knees, staring at a baby. Coop was, thankfully, washing off the stench of four days sitting on his ass in a car and had left him to baby-sit.
She was sucking on her foot and looked to be enjoying herself immensely and Don felt a little put out that his body wasn’t letting him pull shit like that anymore.
She was actually pretty self sufficient at the moment which was nice, it seemed that all he really needed to do right now, in his role of temporary baby minder, was to sit close and wave at her occasionally, and he could do that.
Coop was out of the shower before she needed anything else they spent the rest of the night drinking beer on the couch after bedding her down in a blanket lined drawer.
They were pretty careful to cover her up, it was a bit overly cold for LA, there was even a little frost forming a festive border on the windows.
The bottle was freezing a little onto Don’s hand as he leant back against the couch.
“So what’s her name anyway?”
Coop blinked a few times, obviously not having been paying attention.
“Huh?”
Don sighed.
“The baby, she does have a name right?”
“Probably, but if she does I don’t know it. Mommy wasn’t exactly on good terms with me when we met, and even of she was she was kind of unhelpfully off her face.” He stared across the room at the baby. “I’ve been going with Sarah, she kind of reminds me of an ex of mine, except without the psychosis and the bottle throwing.” He looked up from the baby to find Don staring at him.
“What?”
Don shook his head at him.
“Nothing, I’m just enjoying watching you go all maternal over her.”
Coop punched him, Don wasn’t expecting anything less.
“You the one who’s getting up for her in the middle of the night mommy, so don’t go whining to me when you don’t want her anymore.”
“Fuck you Don.” Coop leant back into the couch with his beer.
Don had the last laugh when at three am on Christmas day, with cold numbing his nose he listened as Coop stumbled off the lounge to feed a crying baby. He smiled, rolled over and went back to sleep. Maybe it was a worthwhile holiday season after all.
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Poor Donny in the beginning, I bet Coop meant to scare him like that. I also love the softer side of Coop you show here and how he isn't afraid to admit it to Don, nor to rope him into helping out.
I can just see Alan's face should he stop by and find the baby there (preferably with Don holding her as he does so).
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Sequels are good.
And Alan getting the wrong end of the stick? Lots of fun to write, trust me.
Please?
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Very adorable!
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