#DS Gavin Troy

[anoseforrottenapples]

@detectiverickitubbs

Muse: Gavin Troy. Drabbles connected to scents. Spoilers within for Death of a Stanger,  Murder on St. Malley’s Day, Shadow of Death, The Killings at Badger’s Drift, and Faithful unto Death. 

Tea

Troy’s nose twitched at the warm, earthy scent as he opened the canister. How many cups of tea had he made over the years? He lost count when he was still in school, but it must have been well over several thousand by now. A few of them always stuck with him though… like the cup he made poor Mrs. Gurdie when they had to tell her about her husband’s death. That poor woman… in less then a month her tear-away son Billy had been railroaded into prison for a murder he did not commit, and her husband had been killed trying to clear the lad. Sure, Billy had gotten out of prison when all the facts came to light… but did that really make anything easier? The last he heard of the pair, they had left Upper Marchwood, aiming to rebuild their life in one of the larger cities. He thought it might have been Liverpool… A passing question about whether Billy had managed to stay out of trouble flitted through his mind but, before he could grab it, the hall door opened, and he heard his boss’s footfalls on the tile. That was not Barnaby’s casual walk, the one he used when he was anticipating a quiet day. That one indicated something new was on hand. Barnaby pushed the office door open enough just to stick his head in, “Grab your jacket, Troy. The body of a local beekeeper just turned up in a stream on the outskirts of Midsomer Shallows.” Troy quickly snapped the canister lid closed, “Coming, sir.”

= = = = = 

Paper

The old library stank of musty books and paperwork. Troy’s nose scrunched up and then he sneezed hard into the sleeve of his suitcoat. “Sorry, sir.” He apologized automatically when Barnaby shot him a glance. Sniffing, he wiped the back of his hand over his nose. Then he gingerly picked up one of the piles of newspaper and glanced at the headline. Like a shock of cold water, he abruptly realized why this library smelled so familiar. Poor old looney Carew… the name floated into Troy’s head, though it had been months since they resolved the St. Malley’s case. His little cottage used to smell like this, a testament to all the newspapers and magazines he kept piled up for his research. In the end, all his conspiracy theories had not done him much good… “It looks like our Mr. Lilton was very interested in treasure maps, Troy.” Barnaby’s comment slides through the library’s oppressive atmosphere. “I wonder if he was just selling them, as his daughter claims, or if he had another reason for his collection.” “Maybe he was going to try and find one, sir.” Troy wrenched his mind back to the current case. “And since he’s gone missing, maybe he went haring off after one… any of the maps for Midsomer County?” His question was answered by Barnaby depositing several dusty stacks of maps into his arms. Biting back another sneeze, Troy tried to ignore the way his eyes started tearing up by blinking hard. “That is for you to find out, Troy.” Barnaby headed for the library door. “I need to have another word with Mrs. Wilder, the housekeeper.” “Yes sir,” Troy sighed, looking around for an empty table he could work on. Though he claimed he was not a superstitious man, he swore he saw a glimpse of the dead conspiracy theorist disappearing behind a bookshelf. Maybe Carew was looking for a buried treasure too…

 = = = = =

Smoke

The firefighters had everything extinguished by the time Barnaby and he arrived on scene, but the lingering scent of water-heavy smoke almost sent Troy retching. Trying to discreetly press the back of his hand to his mouth, he took a step away toward cleaner air and breathed in slowly, before holding it. Barnaby, thankfully, did not seem to notice his absence yet. He had charged ahead to talk to Doctor Bullard. Exhaling carefully, Troy experimentally sucked in another breath. David Whitely’s murder scene, and having to look down on a pile of burned bones that had once been a human being he knew haunted his nightmares. Troy had never liked Mr. Whitely much, admittedly. As the Tye House estate manager, Whitely had been a bit too grand and full of himself for Troy’s taste… especially when they learned he was just a common old adulterer, messing around with another man’s wife. Then, when they returned to Badger’s Drift to investigate the Bayly murder, the former estate manager had almost been worse, going out of his way to goad Troy in particular every time they tried to get information from him. But Whitely had still been a human being… someone with thoughts and opinions and plans… burned alive and suffocated in smoke because of a mistake he made when he was a child. Troy closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose quickly. He had never processed that one correctly… had tried to talk about and quickly got shut down… so he just tucked it away with all the other horrible things he had seen and learned since he became a DS. “Troy? Are you coming?” Barnaby finally realized his shadow had detached itself somewhere, and looked around for his Sergeant. Troy took another deep breath. “Sorry about that, sir. I thought I got a call on my mobile—must have been on someone else’s.” It should not have been so easy to lie to his boss, but Troy still found the words slipping out with a convincing ease that would alarm him later tonight while he was in the shower. However, Barnaby had not been interested in discussing Whitely’s demise at the time. Troy really doubted that three years on, he would be any keener to discuss it now. Better to just leave those memories where they were. It was easier that way.

= = = = =

Car Exhaust  

A heavy fog had moved in during the night, trapping all the scents close to the ground. If Troy had known it was coming, he would have closed his windows before he slept. One of the people in his block of flats left for work absurdly early, and always ran their car for an age to ‘warm it up’ before they pulled away. On nights like this, the car’s exhaust caught in the wet air, and slid into every open crack it could find.

Jerking awake, Troy stared into the darkness as he tried to settle back into his bedroom. All he could smell was the exhaust, a sickening cloud of gases seeping in his window.

He should get up and close it… but he stayed flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.

He had dreamed about Brenda Buckley again-… about how she died in that horrible car accident. About how it had been his fault.

If he had just been a little smarter, he never would have fallen for Hollingsworth’s clumsy set-up. Then the man would not have been able to take off for Finchmere Market, with Brenda following after him like the lovesick puppy she was… and what she saw there, that was what had gotten her killed on the drive home.

If he had never lost Hollingsworth, maybe Brenda will still be alive. Once he debated if Hollingsworth would have survived too, but he dismissed that idea. Simone needed him dead so he would have to go whether Troy succeeded at his stake-out or not. Brenda though… she only died because she had seen something she never should have… and she tried to get her father to get Troy on the phone to report it but…

Kicking the blankets aside, Troy pulled himself from his bed and slammed his window shut. Down on the street, he could hear his neighbor finally pulling away from the building, taking his stinking car with him.

There was no point in torturing himself. The problem was that torturing himself came too easily. Especially when the victim of his blunder was a young woman who had really done nothing wrong, besides reading too many romance novels, and falling in love with a man who cared nothing about her. She probably thought helping Hollingsworth in his hour of difficulty would earn her the man’s admiration…maybe even his love…

Too keyed up to go back to sleep, Troy pulled a tee-shirt over his head and headed for the kitchen. No one would notice if he headed in for work a bit early… it would give him a chance to catch up on paperwork before Barnaby came in.

As he moved, he pointedly ignored the clock on his dresser, and the fact it was not even five am yet.

[cyare-fi]

Also bc he's a freak, I headcannon Gavin as being SO messy but also obsessively organized. So like, fridge filled to the brim with takeout containers (I doubt he can cook or has the time for it) but each one is neatly labeled with contents and dated. His countertops and sink are cluttered with dishes but they're all grouped and stacked into piles. His bedroom is covered in dirty clothes but when he throws them on the floor, he keeps each type of item in its own spot (ie t-shirts in one spot, jeans another, work shirts another, etc...) and he's so upright about his laundry when he can be bothered to do it.

[fuckofffuckofffuckoffloveme]

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Diana Bishop

Ysabeau de Clermont

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Gerbert D’Aurillac

Peter Knox

Father Andrew Hubbard

Benjamin Fuchs

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Grace Ryder

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Lucy Chen

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Greg Lestrade

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Anthony Bridgerton

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Jamie Fraser

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Frank Randall

Black Jack Randall

Brianna Fraser

Roger MacKenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

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Ian Murray Sr.

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Lucille Anderson

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Tommy Shelby

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Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham

Lady Mary Crawley

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Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham

Isobel Crawley

Matthew Crawley

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Lady Rosamund Painswick

Henry Talbot

Tom Branson

Mr. Charles Carson

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John Bates

Anna Bates

Daisy Mason

Thomas Barrow

Joseph Molesley

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Connie Carter

Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)

Midsomer Murder:

DCI Tom Barnaby

Joyce Barnaby

Dr. George Bullard

DCI John Barnaby

Sarah Barnaby

DS Ben Jones

DS Jamie Winter

Sgt. Gavin Troy

Fleur Perkins

WPC Gail Stephens

Kate Wilding

DS Charlie Nelson

Sergeant Dan Scott

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Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White

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Emma Swan

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Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

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Prince Phillip

Cinderella

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Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

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Finn Mikaelson

Mikael

Esther

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

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Chloe

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Olive

Adam

Bee

Levi

Elsie

Jack

Mara

Liam

Sadie

Erik

Hannah

Ian

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Xaden Riorson

Dain Aetos

Jack Barlowe

Rhiannan Matthias

Violet Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Lillith Sorrengail

Bodhi Durran

Liam Mairi

[earlymidsomermurders]

Merry Christmas

Midsomer Murders: DCI Tom Barnaby and DS Gavin Troy

Illustration by @juliaplath

[moonlightpirate]

Finally reading my copy of would you survive midsomer and definitely not spending most of it going what would Gavin troy do or well any of our lovely ds.

[microsuedemouse]

oh no I’m falling in love with DS Gavin Troy

I decided it was time to get into another crime show, and I’m trying Midsomer Murders

I’m having a great time with the really spectacular weird pastoral small-town Britain vibes; they’re genuinely delightful. and the main character is pretty excellent

one thing I’m being reminded of here though is how absurd I’ve always found the silly English ‘houses with names’ thing. the people in this weird pastoral small town keep talking about 5000-acre estates with multiple buildings on them and instead of referring to them by who lives there, or, fuck, I don’t know, the address, they use Names. all these homes are called like. Hollyhock House or Templeton Estate or Bibblington Cottage or some nonsense. ridiculous

[anoseforrottenapples]

Open--Gavin Troy

“Now this bit here is interesting.” Troy shakes the paper in his hands, his casual skim of the contents clearly turning up something worthwhile. “It seems our chap here was in pretty heavy debt to all kinds of blokes... and I’m not sure all of them are ah... presenting under their real names. If you know what I mean?”  He gestures at one column on the list. “I mean... come on... why would anybody call their child Count Gustav Olligenheimer? That last name alone might count as a felony.”  

[gotboredwrote]

Our Painted Grass Roots // GT!DC

Pairing: DS Gavin Troy x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5.6K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Swearing, wrist injury, serious injury later on (hospitalization required), fluff, angst if you blink and then stare reeeaaally hard Summary: In a classic meet-cute fashion, awkward-around-women and king-of-being-obvious Detective Sergeant Gavin Troy is working on a case when he injures himself, and a lovely lady comes to help him out. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: @bensrhapsody​ got me hooked on Midsomer Murders and I’ve basically fallen in love with everything about Troy, with the exception of his driving (yikes.). So, this is my little love letter to him because the boy deserves some attention, dammit. To be in my mindset, picture series/season 1 Troy with those curly ��bangs.” Also, thanks Lena for deliberating the title with me yet again.

Masterlist

~

Routine murder case, this was. At least, that’s what Troy told himself. This was more tedious than others, though, because he was on the hunt for something really small and up very high on a ledge. It was going to take him ages to find it, and he had no help, considering Barnaby ran off to grab a bite from a food truck nearby.

Still searching and getting more frustrated by the minute, he started moving much less carefully than he had been originally up on the ledge, about half a story off the ground. He leaned down to rummage through a messy pile of random bits and bobs, and noticed something strange.

“Huh. Why can’t I feel the ledge underneath my feet anymore?”

It was the only sentence his head could string together before his body hit the pavement with a rather large thunk.

~

The abrupt falling motion across the easy-going street filled with people mulling about was pretty easy to spot. Everyone moving at a turtle’s pace and all of a sudden, a long and lanky body is moving through the sky. Not to mention the noise he made when he hit the ground made it obvious, as well. The thing was, not a single soul whose heads all turned around to see the object, or rather human being, that hit the ground went over to help, despite the painful whines and moans coming from the body. It hurt your heart knowing that no one felt an obligation to help him up, so you stepped up to the plate.

You had not seen the exact injury, but you would come to find out that the boy had lost his footing and missed the side of the ledge. Only God knows why there was not a railing for him to lean against, but there was no use questioning it now. He fell, and he needed to be attended to. He had fallen directly onto this left arm, and the pain he was in made Troy feel as though he had completely shattered the bones in his wrist. Later, he would come to find out that he almost shattered his wrist, but got away with a simple but intense sprain that only required a few pain pills, a brace, and some rest and relaxation. In that moment, though, he was sure his wrist was completely broken.

The minute you saw him fall you were by his side. You had never really been in this situation before – sure, you had a few family members who had taken some nasty spills. But those were instances of some water on the kitchen floor and it was a simple slip, no real injuries except maybe a bruise or two. This was a whole other situation, considering his wrist had clearly already started to balloon to twice its normal size. You could see that he was trying to find a position to make his wrist hurt less, but with every move was increasing the swelling, and, ergo, the pain. So, you did the only thing you could think to do.

You gently grabbed onto his wrist with both of your smaller hands, making the effort to encapsulate it completely so as to make him stop moving it. You could not bear to see him hurt himself more and hear his groans. It hurt your heart to see someone in this much pain. And it seems your efforts were not for nothing, in that as you continued to hold the boy’s wrists in place, you could see that his breathing was calming down. You had continued to stare at him, as well, so that when he finally looked up at you and met your eyes he could see how concerned you were for him.

After some amount of time, his eyes moved up simultaneously with his head and locked his eyes with yours. They went wide. Instantly Troy realized that someone was trying to help him, and he was getting embarrassed that he did not speak to the person or thank them, and once he got past that thought, he also realized that the someone who was trying to help him was also extremely breathtaking. He could feel his heart rate go from quick to erratic, signaling the transition from focusing on the pain to focusing on the work of art in front of him.

Either you did not notice like him, or you just did not mind, but Troy realized that he had practically been staring at you for a few solid seconds at this point, and he got even more embarrassed. Frantically, he tried to push himself away from you to stand up and walk away to find Barnaby, but stopped when he realized that he had no idea which direction Barnaby had originally run off to. After a moment of hesitation, Troy starts to walk away from you, still not having said a single thing to you, but you catch him by the crook of his arm, still with a look of concern plastered onto your face.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to take you to the hospital, sir?”

He looked at you, bewildered that you even spoke to him after how oddly he had treated you not moments before. But he did not think about that long, considering that he was looking at a work of art whose voice sounded like a symphony.

“No, I’m okay. Really.”

“I could walk you to a drug store to get some medicine and things—”

“Seriously, I’m okay. I have pain killers and a brace at home. Thanks for the offer, though, miss.”

After feeling as though the final word of the conversation had been spoken, Troy turned around and began to trudge away to find his partner. Except he realized that he basically made a complete ass of himself, so he abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned back around to face you.

“I’m… so sorry, madam. I’m just a bit out of sorts at the moment. I never caught your name, Miss…?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Yourself?” She even said it with a smile, Troy noticed, despite how odd he was being.

“DS Gavin Troy, Causton police.”

And with that, he ran off as best he could to find Barnaby, thinking it would be the only time he saw the girl. Little did he know, though, you had a plan to see him again.

~

Troy never ended up finding Barnaby that day, so the look of shock and confusion adorning Barnaby’s features the next day when Troy walked in their shared office was pretty understandable.

“What happened to y—”

“It’s a long story, sir. Not worth bringing up.”

With that, Troy sat down at his desk, both thanking and cursing himself for spraining his non-dominant wrist. It was a good thing because he could still do everything that he needed to do from day to day, including his paperwork. It was a bad thing, though, because he could still do everything that he needed to do from day to day, including his paperwork.

Mindlessly chatting overtop of filling out and filing said paperwork, Troy somewhat accidentally brings you up in conversation and how you helped him out yesterday when he fell. It was in passing, and he did not plan on elaborating any further. Especially considering Barnaby asked no further questions regarding you. Except, saying your name opened the floodgates in Troy’s brain. Completely forgetting the next subject he was going to bring up, he began to talk about you – how ethereal you looked with the sun glowing down on you, coupled with the fact that he was pretty sure he hit his head pretty good in the fall, too, so things were a little swimmy. How you were by his side in an instant and did not care that he was a bumbling idiot and made himself look stupid.

He was going to continue babbling on when the office secretary quietly scuffled into the room and told Troy that he has a visitor. She walked out without another word, and Barnaby and Troy looked at each other oddly. Yes, they were investigating a murder at the moment and yes, people sometimes came down to the office to report something or give an interview when unrequested, but never did they exclaim that they were there for Troy. It was always Barnaby. Anxiously awaiting, they stared at the doorway to see what figure would walk in the door.

“Detective Troy?”

The voice – that symphonic voice. Instantly he knew exactly who was about to walk through the doorway – and his heart started beating a mile minute. Subconsciously something in his brain told his hand to tighten the brace so you knew he did what he needed to.

Like clockwork, you were standing in the doorway, with that same concerned look on your face from the day before, but this time laced with pure sweetness. The two of them also noticed that you were clutching a rather large brown paper bag that wafted a nice smell into the room.

“Oh, good, I found the right place. You had only said your name and Causton police, so I was not sure if this was right. I’m really sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to bring you lunch today. I figured you’d be really tired and probably really sore from yesterday’s events, and I brought enough for two. I could join you if you’d like, or I can leave it here for the two of you to enjoy.”

You are smiling at him, almost nervously, and Troy looks to Barnaby to see his reaction. He was simply smiling at you proudly, and then he feels Troy’s eyes on him so he turned to face him with a knowing look. One that says ‘if you decline this, I am never going to let you live down turning her away.’ Quickly, Troy’s head spins back to face you and he stutters out his response.

“Y-y-yes! I’d love to-to have lunch. With you. We can go sit somewhere nicer.”

“Lovely! Lead the way, detective, and I’ll carry the bag – I don’t need you spraining something else.”

“R-right.” He already knew this girl was going to be the death of him, he was just waiting for that fatal blow the seal the deal.

Troy walked you out to the back area of the police station where they had a nice courtyard with tables and benches. Even a fountain, which you thought was a nice touch. He chose a table for you two to sit at and pulled out your chair for you rather shakily. Clearly, he was caught off guard by your sudden appearance at the station, and suddenly you were worried that you might have overstepped a boundary. Though, Barnaby’s expression the entire time you were in the office suggested otherwise.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” You spoke as he sat down and before opening the brown paper bag, which contained a nice helping of fish and chips from a local shop for you two to share.

“Why would you be making me uncomfortable?”

“I showed up, out of the blue, no less, to your office when we had only met because I helped you get up after a fall. It’s very fast and I feel as though it’s almost creepy that I came and found you.”

“Well, I can see how you’d think that.” You gave Troy a concerned look, believing that he was about to agree with you. “But I promise you that is not the case. In fact, I forgot to pack a lunch today, so this works out twofold.”

“Alright, that makes me feel a little bit better about this.”

You pulled out the massive plate of fish and chips, and much to your joy, Troy had mentioned that you got the food from one of his favorite local shops. ‘A lucky guess,’ you thought to yourself. The two of you start to dig in, and at one point you even helped him cut up his fish because he had very limited use of his left hand. It was a little bit to his chagrin, but he clearly appreciated it through and through. At one point, you even tried to feed him a piece of his fish like an airplane, which made him laugh a little bit, and you beamed at him. Hearing his laugh warmed your body to the core – it was a beautiful sound. And much to your surprise, as he was laughing, he actually ate the piece of fish you tried to feed him. When you pulled the fork back from him, he looked at you while chewing and raised both of his eyebrows up and down quickly, as if to say ‘did you think I wouldn’t do it?’

The two of you finished your food after spending about half an hour with each other just talking and eating, and then you decided to walk him back to his office before leaving him to continue his work. You were almost visibly upset because in your heart, you fully believed this was the last time you were going to see Troy. You were not going to drop in uninvited again because it was not your place to, yet that was all your heart told you to do. You hardly knew the man and yet all you wanted to do was spend time with him.

Once back in front of the doors to the building, you start to say your goodbyes and walk away, but you feel a yank on your arm, followed by a hiss of pain. Troy had reached out with his bad hand to grab you to prevent you from walking away, instead of either his good hand or using his voice. You had come to realize the man was a tad goofy underneath the tough-guy detective persona. You lock eyes with him, and laugh at the face his making in reaction to his idiocy. He had been searching for the courage and motivation to ask what he wanted to ask the entire walk back to the door, but was unmotivated until he heard your laugh. Melodic.

“Can I take you out tomorrow night? Like, to a proper dinner, and maybe a walk…afterwards?”

Your mind felt like it had melted in that moment, because the exact thing you wanted to happen so you did not have to seem like a creep by showing up unannounced again, had happened. Clearly, you took longer than Troy would have liked for you to respond, because you could see the courage in his eyes fade to cowardliness for a moment.

“I’d actually love that, Gavin.”

Before you knew it, you were standing out front of your small cottage home waiting for Troy to pick you up. Little did you know that he made sure he drove as carefully as possible this time. Something way down the line, you would find out, he does not do for anyone. He is a horrible driver, Barnaby tells you, and it makes you laugh, because it helps you to realize why you do all the driving when you two go places together.

Troy had gotten the two of you last minute reservations at a small but posh restaurant that supposedly had delicious food for not that expensive, given the atmosphere of the place. Turns out, he was wrong, and you two ended up splitting the bill because it was so expensive. On the walk around a local lake, he tells you how horrible he felt about that, but you silenced him as best you could.

“We’re equals, Gavin. You have no reason to feel horrible.”

“But it was supposed to be my treat. The guy always pays on a first date, it’s just standard.”

“Well, maybe what you and I have is not standard, Gavin.”

You continue looking forward, not directly seeing that he was staring at you, dumbfounded and in awe. Something about you was magnetic to him, yet he could not really place what it was specifically. Maybe it was because it was all of you.

After that, the two of you walked in a comfortable silence, which remained except for the rapid beating of hearts when his hand accidentally swung against yours. In classic romantic movie fashion, slowly you could feel Troy start to turn your hand around so he could try to lace his fingers within your own. As soon as you could tell what he was doing, you met him halfway. You did say that the two of you were equals, after all.

Towards the end of the walk, as you were making it back to his car, your head was pushed gently sideways in a swift and chaste motion, and it was over before you comprehended what had happened. Troy had kissed the corner of your mouth, too confident to just kiss your forehead, but not confident enough to kiss your lips. Which now ached to feel him. The ride home was silent because of it. Not because you were angry with him or anything of the sort. It was that both of you were trying to rack up the courage to finish what had been started. Turns out, all Troy needed was some time to process, because as your body started to turn to get out of his car, you felt his hand on the side of your face and him slam his mouth down onto yours, but still with the same amount of chasteness as before. If your lips weren’t aching for him before, they were on fire now.

All that was exchanged after that was ‘goodbyes.’

No mention of a second date.

~

The next day, early in the morning you were at home working on some commission work that you had gotten a few weeks prior. Something you and Troy had briefly discussed at dinner was the fact that your jobs could not be more opposite. You painted with your head up in space, while he trudged on the ground looking for felons and murderers. Wildly different professions, but you both were happy with them, and happy that the other was happy where they were, too. Little did you know that some distance away from you, Troy was babbling on about you to Barnaby in their office. Eventually, he just stops, realizing that Barnaby has not said a word back, nor has he even really looked up from his desk. Troy figures he went too gossip queen on him, but after a few moments of silence, Tom speaks up.

“Troy?”

“Sir?”

“This girl you’ve been chattering about?”

“What about her, sir?”

“Keep her.”

When those last words stumbled from his mouth, Tom looked up to emphasize it and finally make eye contact with the lovestruck boy. Instantly, Troy goes red and looks down at his lap, smiling wider than he ever has, at least from what Barnaby could tell. Troy looked up to Barnaby like a second father, so the fact that he liked you made him so proud. It had only been two days, but both Barnaby and Troy himself knew how good you were for him.

Plus, Barnaby immensely liked the fact that he would not have to worry about calling Troy his son-in-law if him and Cully would have hit things off, instead.

~

A few hours after Tom and Troy’s conversation, they are called out to investigate a new lead in the murder case they had been working on. You would have had no idea his had happened if it were not for that phone call. The caller ID came up as Troy’s number, so needless to say, you were enthusiastic when you picked up the phone, practically singing ‘hi, Gavin!’ into the phone. Except, you were met with a deeper voice. Barnaby’s.

“I already phoned his parents, Y/N, but I felt like I needed to tell you as well that Troy is in the hospital.”

The wild beating of your heart from enthusiasm before had turned to panic and dread, and your heart dropped so quickly that you felt the pain in your chest and almost dropped the phone. Despite it all, pulling yourself together, you manage to tell Barnaby that you would be there as soon as you could.

Once there, you did not even realize that you might not have come dressed appropriately until the receptionist gave you a strange look. You looked back at her, not caring, until she continued to stare at you and not ask you the proper questions. You were getting angry, frankly, so you played her game to look down at your clothes. A paint covered tee shirt with some loose jeans that had paint on them as well. When you look back up to her, her eyes go wide because she sees that you are about to cry, from embarrassment, concern, and frustration. Not a good combination of emotions for anyone to feel at any time. Somehow, despite the seething rage and tears threatening to spill, you manage to tell her where you needed to go.

“Gavin Troy’s room, please.”

“Relation to the patient, ma’am?”

Then you realized something. Answering this question would be the first time you had ever said out loud what your connection to Troy was. And while it truly made you happy that you could say it, you were also frantic and worried that you would not get the chance to claim that title for long, considering you still had no idea what had happened to him. With the tears streaming down your face, you manage to say it for the very first time.

“I’m his girlfriend.”

It really only had been a few days and one official date, but both of you knew – you belonged to one another.

Once at the door, you honestly were not sure what to do. Should you just go in? Was in in surgery? Was he dead and you were about to be met with a corpse? It was all up in the air, so you decided to act as natural as possible. You knocked softly on the door four times, and quietly opened the door. The room, surprisingly, was a single hospital room – meaning, he would not have a roommate. Either this hospital has no patients, or he got extremely lucky. Your money was on the latter. Regardless, when you finally took in Troy’s figure on the bed, which was splayed out across it, it hits you that he did not acknowledge the fact you walked in. Immediately your brain was in panic mode. Yet, you retained your composure as you tiptoed over to the bed, crouching down beside it and placing your hand on his cheek. A way to see if he was awake or not.

Much to your relief, his eyes fluttered open and instantly found yours, looking completely and utterly exhausted. Yet, in that moment, seeing the dull orbs inside his head, contrary to their usual shine, triggered a sobbing fit.

“Oh God, I-I was worried we lost you, Gavin.”

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a knife wound to get me.”

“You were stabbed?”

“Twice.”

“Gavin!”

His forwardness, given his condition, confirmed in your core that he was going to be okay. He was his usual snarky and matter-of-fact self, after all. After the both of you had settled from the previous conversation, you settled into quiet chatter, like old pals who had been catching up after some time. He wanted to hear your voice talk about anything – you could have told him about how cardboard was produced and he would have soaked up every word just to hear the silky tone of your voice. You asked him questions about the case and if the stabbing had anything to do with it, and he asked you about the commission you were working on. He called it a drawing request, so you had a lot to teach him, but in that moment, nothing mattered. He was awake, breathing, and talking to you. All surefire signs that he was living and you were not dreaming this in a haze of emotions, namely grief.

Neither of you really had an explanation as to when it happened, but both of your hands were interlocked with his resting on his thighs, slowly and softly stroking each other’s fingers and backs of hands. Mindlessly, mind you, but it was calming nonetheless. You only noticed it because the door randomly and quite violently swung open with a thud against the wall, and when you jumped back, your arms were tugged forward because he would not let go of your hands. When the figures finally focused in your field of vision, you had absolutely no idea who they were. They were looking at Troy with intense concern and then to you with extreme confusion. As if to say ‘who is this girl and why is she fondling our son’s hands?’

Clearing the air, as he has proven to do well, Troy spoke up.

“Well, this uh, isn’t exactly how I hoped you all would meet, but Y/N, meet… my parents.”

At first, the air was thick. You were trying to present yourself well, except that it was hard, considering you were still reeling from the fact that your person was in the hospital suffering and that you looked, frankly, homeless. But, once they hear you speak about yourself, your career, and their son, they start to fall in love with the idea that their son chose you, and they start to love you, too. They are thrilled that Troy has someone like you to help him through the recovery process. They informed you that it would most likely have to be you, because they do not live all that close by, so finding a place to stay for that long would be challenging. They could not stay with Troy, considering he lived in a one-bedroom flat, and they would never impose that on you. You were happy to take on the challenge of helping him heal, though. It just meant more time with your new favorite human.

After about an hour of talking with his parents and the nurses, his parents decide to leave you with him for the rest of the night. As soon as they were out of side, your personal phone rang, and it came up as your own parents. Troy watched your face as they spoke to you, completely unaware what they were saying to you, and then when you hung up, you looked at him sheepishly.

“So, that was my, uh, parents. They’re in town. Want to see me. Told them to come here.” Troy looked back at you with the same sheepish look you had given him. Playfully, you responded to the look with “don’t look at me like that, Gavin, it’s only fair that you meet my own parents in unideal circumstances, too, after what you just put me through.”

~

Taking what his parents requested of you to heart, Troy never even went back to his apartment when he was discharged from the hospital. You drove him straight to your cottage where you got him comfortable in your living room watching television while you set up the guest room. After that was arranged, you stole his apartment key and went and packed a bag for him, telling him you would worry about his laundry and things like that, all he had to do was be a nice houseguest.

He was discharged early the next morning so he got to spend the day lounging around at your house. At one point, you informed him that you did have some work that needed to be done in your studio, and you wanted to keep an eye on him. You helped him over to the chaise you have laying in the studio and got him comfortable. Once he was situated, you went over to your supply bench, gathered the brushes, paints, and other tools you needed to continue where you left off. You plopped down onto the floor in front of the low-to-the-ground easel and canvas. Troy was to your back, but you could feel him behind you, staring at you. It made you slightly uneasy, but more so because of butterflies in your stomach. You could feel how intensely he was watching you and what you were doing. It was a good uneasy. Plus, you did not have to keep one eye on him, you could feel he was there.

If you had to guess, an hour had passed because your arm was feeling the slightest bit of ache from reaching upward to paint each small detail above you. Your hand was still raised when you felt a pair of strong arms reach around your waist, one’s attached to the body that was supposed to be recovering from two stab wounds.

“You’re supposed be resting, you muppet.”

“I’m more comfortable here.”

You do not even try to argue with him, because he was a little bit hopped up on pain medicine and you really did not mind the warmth radiating from him. It was nice to feel enveloped by someone who really likes you. Might even eventually come to love you. You could only hope.

When he first snaked his arms around you, he held his head above yours. Now, you could feel the weight of it on your shoulder and the soft air coming from his nose on your neck. It made you smile warmly, knowing that despite the small amount of time you had been together, he felt comfortable enough around you to take that step. He may be a bumbling, clumsy detective who barely made it out of school and police training despite his ambition, but he was yours.

“I don’t get it.”

Troy spoke out of nowhere, removing you from your thoughts and almost causing you to place a giant paint streak across the painting.

“What? This painting?”

“Art in general. Or anything like it. I’m a very grass roots kind of guy, Y/N.”

“That’s not a big deal, Gavin, it doesn’t—"

“I want you to explain it to me.”

“…only if you’ll explain detective work to me while I paint, too.”

It made you extremely happy that he took interest in what you did. Past partners always felt like your head was too in the clouds and that you would never be able to support yourself. Troy seemed to think differently, and even if he did not, he clearly did not seem to mind the idea of taking care of you if you ever needed the help. He took in every word of how art makes you feel fulfilled, and it seemed to make him really happy that you enjoyed what you did for a living. He briefly talks about how he has always been a goody-two-shoes so he wanted to make use of said trait. That was really all he had to say on that subject, and then he moved on to what exactly it was he did while on a case. He even told you about the one he is investigating – the whole reason you met.

Then you started to discuss the specifics of the art world, techniques and various tools and the like, and you started to feel a new sensation on your neck. No longer just small puffs of air, but a softness. One that was moving gently across the side and down to the crook of your neck. You had to hold back a small swoon, and your eyes fell shut.

“You haven’t even kissed me properly yet”

“May I?”

“Never thought you bloody would at this rate. You may be a detective with a very high rated station, but sometimes you need help reading—”

The kiss was aggressive, but you truly did not mind. It felt good to officially seal your relationship with a kiss that was not short. It was a lovely feeling.

When you first tried to pull away, he just kept leaning back to your face. His desperation was clear, and in any other circumstance he would have been embarrassed, but he had told you how long it had been since he had a serious girlfriend, and you thought it was cute, regardless. Eventually, you managed to pry yourself away from him, and he was looking at you wistfully, like you had just rocked his world with a kiss. You practically did. He was knocked out his trance when you streaked your brush across his nose for being so forward though. And you heard his laugh for the first time since being in the hospital, and that was enough to bring an enormous smile to your face.

Troy then got up to sit back down on the chaise, but you kept him close behind you, and not soon after his pain pills really kicked in and he started to dose off on you while you continued to paint. You made sure to maneuver him so he was laying in your lap while you painted. It was not until you looked down to wash out your brush that you noticed a small amount of blood through his tee shirt where his stitches were hidden.

“How in the world did you rip your stitches, detective?” You barely whispered to yourself, and earned no response from your boy, who was fast asleep. “What are Barnaby and I going to do with you, huh?”

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this was Gavin’s funkiest outfit imo

all that orange, so bright 😳

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Gavin Troy and Dan Scott with (Fem) Readers:

A/N: I may continue this, but seriously I have seen absolutely no DS/Reader content and considering I came from the Queen/BoRhap fandom where there’s... a lot... I thought I’d start off and try. Guys who wants to start the Midsomer Reader content !? Just me... thought so... 😂💕

Gavin Troy

He’s anxious when he meets you, but after he can’t seem to stop bumping into you he eventually realises he has a huge schoolboy crush on you and it’s then that he doesn’t see you at all, so, he does that thing where he deliberately goes out of his way to bump into you, or tries and fails to go incognito when he eventually does see you in Causton and follows you about but you catch him and he ends up chatting your ear off and being stared at by everyone who can tell he’s lovestruck because he’s blushing really hard.

He eventually can’t take anymore of his anxiety and decides if he can solve a murder, he can ask a girl out. It takes about ten different attempts; so he decides to start small and play off that he’s platonically asking you to get coffee together, but secretly you knew, he was too obvious and he is a terrible liar. He makes a huge scene when you do in fact say yes after he on the tenth coffee date asks you to go on a real date, he’s so surprised that he spends the entire week telling Barnaby about you. Barnaby eventually tells Troy to shut up, but still feels happy for him but would never admit it because he doesn’t want Troy to be distracted by you all day. Not that he wasn’t already.

Dan Scott

You hated him at first. He was sarcastic as hell and seemed to think everyone was there purely to worship him. You even thought he was the stereotypical Copper who was up their own ass. But after an inconvenience and Scott just happened to be around, he goes to make a sarcastic quip involuntarily because it’s just what he does but when you start crying because you’ve had a rubbish day, he ends up being really un-Dan and takes you to his flat for a cup of tea.

You argue because his flat is the definite example of a bachelor pad, rubbish everywhere and clothes strewn everywhere and just... mess. But instead of being insulted when you called him a slob after tripping over something and storming out in the heat of the moment, Scott decides to try and impress you because he found your annoyance amusing but also quite cute.

When you bump into him a few days later, you don’t expect him to invite you to his flat after how you acted- but you accept anyway only to be surprised that his flat is completely spotless. Though it turns out in the end that Cully had heard Scott had a crush on you after he makes a comment after Cully noticed Scott wasn’t as flirty and sleazy as he usually is and after he did kind of- sort of save her life, she decided to help him out and without taking over, showed him how to clean.

A/N: I was bored, please don’t judge me.

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Midsomer Murders  -  ITV  -  3/23/1997  -  Present

Murder Mystery (122 episodes to date)

Running Time:  90 - 100 minutes

Stars: (Original cast)

John Nettles as DCI Tom Barnaby

Daniel Casey as  DS Gavin Troy 

Barry Jackson as  Dr George Bullard 

Jane Wymark as  Joyce Barnaby

[moonlightpirate]

Okay here's the actual full first chapter

Forgotten Ghosts

The old lady slowly walked into the room and strode towards the elaborate wooden desk. She sat down on the plush chair behind the desk and looked upon them. “Welcome Simone Hollingsworth and Vince Perry. It is a pleasure to have you here.” she said. Simone looked at the ground, 'Yeah well you bailed us out so it’s not like we had a choice.' she thought to herself. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you here, and bailed you from jail. Lets see if this name rings a bell Gavin Troy or Sergeant Troy.” The old lady purred. Both Simone and Vince perked up with angry looks on their faces. The lady chuckled, “That's what i thought. We all have a score to settle with him. I’ve had this lovely lad next to me,” she motioned to the man standing next to her, “ follow Gavin for quite some time trying to find a weakness, some way to hurt him like he has hurt us. I bailed you out because we have finally found a way but we will need your help.”

Chapter one

Elizabeth sighed as she looked out the window of the cab watching all the buildings of London become smaller. This was a mix of her father and grandfather's idea, she had recently ended a failed internship with the London police. She was ready to give up on her dream of becoming a detective. Elizabeth almost hated living in the shadows of her father and grandfather. Her father being Gavin Troy, one of the youngest Detective sergeants around, and her grandfather being his superior. Elizabeth had hoped to be like her father, and become a young DS, but for the London police department. Unfortunately, the DCI wouldn’t let her do anything but interviews for cases. Some angry tears started to roll down her cheeks as the reminder of her last case there ran through her mind. “We’ve just entered Midsomer county Ma’am. Where is it you want me to take you again?” the driver asked, snapping her away from her thoughts. Quickly wiping the tears from her face she replied “ Causton police department please. My Uncle works there, he said to stop by and he will give me the house address.”. The driver looked at her curiously but kept going. Sure Jon Barnaby wasn’t actually her Uncle but for some reason she had called him that all her life. She went back to staring out the window, but this time enjoying all the quaint towns of Midosmer county. Merely knowing her mother had grown up here, and her father had solved so many murders in these counties made her excited with a desire to explore it all. Elizabeth became so lost in her day dreams she hadn't realized the car had come to a stop. "Ma'am we are here." The driver said bringing her back to reality. She sat still for a moment, pondering what to say to her Uncle. Truth be told, she had actually lost his home address and wasn’t sure how to go about asking him. “Ma’am did you not hear me? We are at Causton police department like you asked.” “Oh sorry.” she replied, quickly getting out of the cab. She headed into the police station, and found it odd there was no one there to attend to her, and no one seemed to notice a stranger had walked in. Elizabeth wandered back towards the investigation department, hoping her Uncle would be there. Thankfully he was, he was sitting at a desk looking at a computer clearly busy. She took a deep breath, nervously raising her hand and knocked on the door. He looked up with an annoyed look on his face until he realized it was her. Jon Barnaby rolled his eyes and with a slight grin motioned her in. She opened the door, “Elizabeth what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the house?” Jon asked her. “Well yes, but you’re going to laugh so... I may have accidentally lost your address..” she replied, forcing a chuckle. He looked at her for a minute before sighing. “And why didn’t you call or text me or Sarah? You know what, I don’t want to know.” Jon sighed again and jotted down the address on a piece of paper. “Here you go, try not to lose it. Now I am sorry, but I’m busy with a case. I’ll see you at the house.”

“Thank you Uncle! See you later!” she replied giving him a quick hug and turning to head out the door. Not completely paying attention she almost ran into the tall male figure that appeared in the doorway. “Oh sorry!” she said. “Don’t be it was my fault.” the man replied, stepping out of her way. “Thank you!” she replied, flashing him a quick smile and a wink, as she started to make her way back to the front doors. Lost in thought over how handsome the guy was she was startled to hear a female voice yell her name. “ELIZABETH TROY!”. Shocked, she looked around trying to figure out who had said it. An elderly woman stepped towards her, “Elizabeth Troy! My how you've grown! You look so much like your father.” she cooed to her. Confused, Elizabeth went to open her mouth to ask how the woman knew her but the woman simply smiled and winked at her as she walked away. Elizabeth stood still for a moment, confused, but soon remembered the cab waiting outside. She ran toward the vehicle, taking her place in the back, before giving the driver the address. She spent the rest of the trip to the Barnaby’s trying to figure out if she knew the woman and how she could possibly know Elizabeth's name.

Meanwhile back at the police station:

“Sir who was that girl?” Nelson asked. “ Oh, just a distant relative. She will be staying with Sarah and myself for a bit. She may intern here for a bit as well.” Barnaby replied going back to work. “Oh you still coming for dinner later? You will properly get to meet her if you do, and if you come, mind seeing if Kate will join?” “Will do sir.” Nelson replied, getting back to work himself.

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I think he's 'hated' persay because he was the new kid on the block, Gavin had been the DS for 6 full series, he was the original, the one people knew. Anything new scares people.

It's similar to what I see with John and the new series. Some people don't like John because he isn't Tom, or they don't like a modern ideology of the new series. It's new, it's modern, and while it's great for getting a younger (for example, Gen-Z) audience, not everyone likes change.

It's also the kind of reason why Nelson is overlooked- he's sandwiched between the longest-running DS- Ben Jones- a fan favourite, and the current DS- Jamie Winter- who is rather interesting due to his lack of backstory. Nelson is often overlooked because he was there for three series, so didn't make a huge name for himself the way Tory and Jones did, and came right after Jones, the fan favourite, who was there for 7 series and managed to win many people around with his obvious respect for Barnaby, his slightly more playful and outgoing personality, but not being as much of the doormat Troy was.

I suppose also, in a way, Scott’s attitude may have been a bit shocking in 2004 (I was an '02 baby, so I can't really comment on social happenings of the early-21st century). Whilst nowadays we're more okay with a bit of tongue-in-cheek humour, as evidenced by both Jones and Winter, it may not have been seen as a good working relationship, making fun of your superior in a way, while nowadays we see Winter poke fun at John and we instantly assume they have a familial relationship.

In all, I think it was because he was new, and those ideas have influenced people who may not have seen a Scott episode, therefore they decide not to watch one and the cycle goes round.

Personally, I did like Scott. I found him funny and it was quite interesting to see Tom's differing views on him throughout the two series he was there. While anger and annoyance seem to take centre stage a lot, there are moments where ot shows Tom does really care for Dan, such as in Ghosts of Christmas Past (I believe I got that right?), when he invites Dan round to Christmas lunch. There could be an argument for that, but I'm not gonna go into it, I've already said too much. This looks like one of my media essays. 😂

So in like… the wider world (i.e. not tumblr) do people like or hate Dan Scott or do they just sort of forget he even existed?

I mean in the wider world everyone who comments about Midsomer Murders seems to love Tom, love Troy and hate John but I really don’t know what the feeling is towards Scott. Maybe they have truly just forgotten about him like the writers did.

(I’m mostly kind of….

ehhhhh

towards him

Yeah he’s pretty but not my type really and I like him more than Troy but given how bigoted and rude and actually kind of pervy Troy was (what the fuck was that creeping in and staring at the woman in the shower all about? And there were definitely a couple of other instances at least of him being weird like that) it wouldn’t exactly be too difficult to improve on Troy

but I still think he’s too smarmy.)