#have a shufti Morse would you?

[oeuvrinarydurian]

Re-blogging purely for the pantomime and the capital letters in a very large font. Well done.



When you realise you have forgotten your pipe

[moonshadowed]

Sleeping in his office whenever @emcrse​ was out on a case was quite possibly the best decision Julian had ever made. He bolts awake immediately at the sound of the phone ringing, and at hearing Inspector Thursday’s intonations— Think you’d best have a shufti, Doctor— he’s grabbing his bag and heading for the police station as fast as he can, not caring about his rumpled, half-untucked shirt or his barely knotted tie. 

He bursts into the chief inspector’s office, making it over to the young detective faster than he’d thought possible, but his frenzy is not matched by the movements of his hands. They are steady, gentle as one cups his cheek, running a thumb under the black eye, the other tucking an errant curl behind his ear before carding through his hair, searching for bumps or gashes. Brown eyes, while filled with worry, are also kind. 

“Keep still, I’ve got you,” he soothes, decidedly trying not to focus on the feeling of his cheekbone under his thumb, the depths of his blue eyes, the fact that they were so close he could study every freckle dusting his cheeks, so close if he just leaned forward their lips would be— 

“Wh-wh-what happened?” he asks, trying hard to regain a modicum of composure. “Where else are you hurt? O-only, Chief Inspector Thursday didn’t mention what was wrong, only that I should see you— er, that you needed to be seen,” he corrects, hoping the other doesn’t notice.

The significance of that fact alone doesn’t escape him, either. Morse hardly ever goes to the doctors willingly, despite all the time he manages to spend in hospital. The fact that he trusts him, enough for his guv’nor to call on him in his hour of need, an honor before exclusively held by Doctor DeBryn, gives him hope, heart swelling. However, he can’t think about that now, no matter how much time he spends with his thoughts devoted entirely to the subject of Detective Constable Morse. There’s work to be done.  

[jameshathaways]

-Oh, bugger. I left my tobacco in the car. Have a shufti, Morse, would you? -Now?