Orte - Einbahnstraßen (für mich)
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120_minutenTitel: Oneway Streets
Team: Sirius
Challenge: Orte – Einbahnstraße (für mich)
Fandom: Crossing Lines (Ich brauche schon wieder ein Fandomtag. *hust*)
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Da die Serie ja gerade erst anläuft, werden sich vermutlich die meisten Fakten hier nicht als wahr erweisen...aber ich wollte Teamfic zu ihnen schreiben, weil sie alle so niedlich sind. <3 Inspiriert von der Stadt aus der ich komme, die sehr viele Einbahnstraßen hat.
When a team comes together, it takes some time to figure everything out. One of those things is who should drive - and who really shouldn't.
Oneway Streets
”Hey!”, Sebastian shouted as Tommy turned the wheel to take the right turn. The Irishman looked over his shoulder. ”What?”
”That's a oneway street, you can't go there!” The blue sign with the white arrow and the writing 'Einbahnstraße' at the beginning of the street made that very clear – at least to anyone who was german.
The wheels screeched as the black Audi made a sharp u-turn while barely slowing down. Eva, who sat in the passenger's seat, grabbed for the doorhandle. ”Who taught you to drive?”, the Itialian police officer asked.
”My older brother, when I was twelve.”
”Why am I not surprised?”, she muttered to herself.
Sebastian had opened a street map on his laptop that sat upon his knees. ”You need to take the ring road and then double back in the direction of the station.”
Tommy looked at him incredulous. Eva prepared to grab the wheel, should anyone step on the street, cause he sure as hell wasn't looking at it. ”Why?”, he asked.
”One way streets”, Sebastian said simply.
Tommy groaned. ”What is it with you Germans and your bloody oneways?”
”They're just trying to direct the traffic.”
”It's just confusing, it is.”
”You just go right there and then...”
”Yeah, alright, I've got it. Just look at your laptop and let me drive.”
”Yes, that sounds like a great idea”, Eva said dryly.
”The Dutch get lost here all the time”, Sebastian muttered and went over the map again.
”I wonder why.”
”And I thought you want them to come shopping here”, came Carl's voice from the back of the car. The older American had calmly listened to their bickering while he went through the case notes in the file.
”Doesn't seem to stop them. - That's the access road for the city ring, over there.”
”Maybe you should let Sebastian drive. At least he can read the signs.”
Tommy took his eyes of the road to look at her. ”Do you think I'm stupid?”
She looked right back. ”No, I don't think you can get us to the crime scene without getting us all killed.”
”I'll get us there just fine!” He looked back on the street in time to swerve the car onto the ring road, right between two trucks.
Eva yelped and Tommy grinned, looking pleased. ”Please, can anyone but the Irishman drive?!”, she asked.
Carl shook his head and looked back at the documents in his hand. ”Kids”, he mumbled. But there was a light smile on his face as he kept on reading.
Team: Sirius
Challenge: Orte – Einbahnstraße (für mich)
Fandom: Crossing Lines (Ich brauche schon wieder ein Fandomtag. *hust*)
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Da die Serie ja gerade erst anläuft, werden sich vermutlich die meisten Fakten hier nicht als wahr erweisen...aber ich wollte Teamfic zu ihnen schreiben, weil sie alle so niedlich sind. <3 Inspiriert von der Stadt aus der ich komme, die sehr viele Einbahnstraßen hat.
When a team comes together, it takes some time to figure everything out. One of those things is who should drive - and who really shouldn't.
Oneway Streets
”Hey!”, Sebastian shouted as Tommy turned the wheel to take the right turn. The Irishman looked over his shoulder. ”What?”
”That's a oneway street, you can't go there!” The blue sign with the white arrow and the writing 'Einbahnstraße' at the beginning of the street made that very clear – at least to anyone who was german.
The wheels screeched as the black Audi made a sharp u-turn while barely slowing down. Eva, who sat in the passenger's seat, grabbed for the doorhandle. ”Who taught you to drive?”, the Itialian police officer asked.
”My older brother, when I was twelve.”
”Why am I not surprised?”, she muttered to herself.
Sebastian had opened a street map on his laptop that sat upon his knees. ”You need to take the ring road and then double back in the direction of the station.”
Tommy looked at him incredulous. Eva prepared to grab the wheel, should anyone step on the street, cause he sure as hell wasn't looking at it. ”Why?”, he asked.
”One way streets”, Sebastian said simply.
Tommy groaned. ”What is it with you Germans and your bloody oneways?”
”They're just trying to direct the traffic.”
”It's just confusing, it is.”
”You just go right there and then...”
”Yeah, alright, I've got it. Just look at your laptop and let me drive.”
”Yes, that sounds like a great idea”, Eva said dryly.
”The Dutch get lost here all the time”, Sebastian muttered and went over the map again.
”I wonder why.”
”And I thought you want them to come shopping here”, came Carl's voice from the back of the car. The older American had calmly listened to their bickering while he went through the case notes in the file.
”Doesn't seem to stop them. - That's the access road for the city ring, over there.”
”Maybe you should let Sebastian drive. At least he can read the signs.”
Tommy took his eyes of the road to look at her. ”Do you think I'm stupid?”
She looked right back. ”No, I don't think you can get us to the crime scene without getting us all killed.”
”I'll get us there just fine!” He looked back on the street in time to swerve the car onto the ring road, right between two trucks.
Eva yelped and Tommy grinned, looking pleased. ”Please, can anyone but the Irishman drive?!”, she asked.
Carl shook his head and looked back at the documents in his hand. ”Kids”, he mumbled. But there was a light smile on his face as he kept on reading.
