#inspector sullivan imagine

[jlbilu]

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It's been around my mind for some time now- am I the only one who thinks that maybe, just maybe, "Father Brown" S10 E07 (was it E07?) has certain similarities to a @rose-edith post?

[jlbilu]

I've missed @rose-edith hc, even if some of them aremore or less ooc.

Intimate but SFW things the Inspectors like about/to do with you includes:

Inspector Valentine:

-he LOVES to watch you shape and paint your nails, he can’t even explain why, he just loves to watch as you do it! His favourite colour to see you wear on your nails is red or blue. He finds painted nails attractive, even if you’ve just put some clear on.

-if he’s very tired in the evenings he’ll kick off his shoes and lay down spread out on the settee, but he can never fully rest until you’re nestled in his arms with your head resting just over his heart. It reassures you to hear his heart beating and he just loves to hold you tight to his chest.

-when he sits down in his favourite chair after a long day and he isn’t seeing you that day Inspector Valentine is so released when the scent of your perfume lingers in his living room, if he closes his eyes he can almost imagine that you’re there, pottering about.

-it drives him a bit wild when he sees you on the phone! It’s an odd one sure, but he likes how delicately you handle the receiver, how you twist the wire between your fingers and put on your very best voice. He always makes a point of phoning you because he loves the mental image he has of you while you’re talking, even if it’s an innocent conversation.

-he won’t admit it but his favourite thing to do with you is lean over your shoulder while you’re cooking dinner for you both, with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. There’s something so domestic about it and it never fails to make him feel better.

-Inspector Valentine wears braces on his trousers and what never fails to make him wince and laugh (usually at the same time) is when you ping them, it’s often when he’s being cheeky but he loves that you do it, no one else would dare to.

Inspector Sullivan:

-he loves to watch you writing letters or dealing with correspondence, he loves the way your face looks when you’re writing replies or reading letters. The atmosphere is so calm and peaceful around you that it brings him a sense of happiness.

-when he’s reading aloud to you he practically melts if you rest your head against his shoulder, he likes how he can feel your breath gently stirring the fabric of his shirt and smell your perfume and shampoo. Being so cosy with you floods him with confidence.

-if he’s feeling nervous or particularly anxious nothing can ground Inspector Sullivan quite like feeling your pulse, his fingers just drift to your wrist and as soon as he feels your heartbeat he is instantly soothed a little and is grounded back in reality.

-he can’t help the flutter in his heart or the little smile he gives whenever you flatten his collar or straighten his tie. He’s not been nurtured or cared about in that way for a long time and it always means the world to him when you quite unconsciously do it.

-Inspector Sullivan can frown a lot, and often tenses his jaw and clenches his teeth which causes him quite a lot of pain.so in those moments when you notice his frown you kiss his forehead softly and then gently smooth away the frown until he’s practically purring in your hands and is smiling once again.

-he has a wonderful singing voice but is often too uncomfortable to sing, so you make a point to sing around the house or isn’t he car and sometimes he’s so swept away in the song you’re singing that he joins in. His discomfort is swiftly forgotten when he sees how your eyes light up and your smile becomes radiant- it’s a thing just for the two of you to do together in secret.

Inspector Mallory:

-he loves it when you share a drink with him, he’ll always offer you your own but sometimes you’ll say no and just steal a few sips of whatever he’s having. He loves it when you sneak a drink from his glass, especially if you leave lipstick marks.

-it brings him a massive sense of love and comfort when you sit on his lap. He’s actually very comfortable to sit on and he’ll hold you tight as you curl up against him, all the while his hand will gently run up and down your legs.

-he feels a sense of pride and overwhelming joy when he finds little things that belong to you in his house. Whether it’s a stray bobby pin or a book or even just your shopping list, he loves to find little bits of your existence in his home. He likes that your presence lingers even if you’re not around.

-sometimes you have to look after him properly because he can get a bit stressed while at work. He finds it adorable when you March into his office and take over a sort of mother hen/secretary role. He loves watching you sit on his desk while you straighten out his paperwork or while he dictates a letter that you’re writing. He loves how easily you accept and support his job, especially considering how much it can sometimes have an impact on your relationship.

-you can always tell whenever he’s stressed, it usually makes him even grumpier and causes him bad headaches, so you always sit him down and give him a head massage. It turns his stress levels down to zero straight away. You’re the only person to ever do this for him, so it’s extra special and means so much to him.

-he’s usually reluctant to do anything that involves interaction with the community or spending time with others where he has to be on his best behaviour with you instead of smooching around, so sometimes it calls for drastic measures that he secretly loves (which in turn causes him to be grouchy more often). So you’ll often find yourself dragging him around by his tie, and then making naughty promises in a sultry whisper with your lips practically touching his ear. Yeah, he LOVES that big time.

[tinkerbelldetective]

In all the years you had known Inspector Sullivan, he had been irritated with Kembleford, mostly with Father Brown and Sid, but his irritability wasn't like this. This was new. Even Sgt. Goodfellow mentioned being surprised by Sullivan's more forward hostility.

It was so nice to see him again, though, and you weren't going to let him be grumpy in peace. Also, you weren't sure if it was possible for him to stiffen up any further, but he did, just at the prospect of a walk. Yet, he followed along anyway.

You both stepped along aimlessly until you came to a stop, pulling a book out of the bag you carried almost everywhere.

His eyes furrowed as you offered it to him, eyeing the blue ribbon you had tied neatly across the title.

"I had gotten it for you shortly before you left, but I was never able to get it to you. And your visits have always been so short and busy."

"That's - Thank you." He let out a sigh, free hand running over his forehead. This whole village gets under his skin, Father Brown most of all, but you? You managed to get under his skin and his ribs, and he can't run away from his heartbeat when you look at him. He's tried.

Forwardness be damned. He stepped closer to you, breath heavy. His hands nearly shook as your breath hitched, eyes trailing up his blue suit to meet his.

"Inspector," you breathed.

This was as far as he could go.

"Thank you."

He already said that.

"What time do you take your tea?"

He blinked, what?

Oh.

"I'll pick you up at 9." His words were surprisingly steady.

"Where?"

A soft smile pulled at the corner of his lips with an even smaller tilt of his head.

"Tomorrow is Sunday, is it not?"

Oh.

"Sounds lovely." You smiled, fighting the urge to sigh happily. Not that you didn't do so when he stepped away and began walking in the direction of the station.

Father Brown was surprised to see you at the early Mass, but it all made sense when he saw what surely was the Inspector's car at the road.

[daydreamerbeliever]

Imagine...

Series eleven starts with a confetti wedding shot of MRS Sullivan.

[rockislandadultreads]

New Title Tuesday: Horror

Piñata by Leopoldo Gout

Carmen Sanchez is back in her home country of Mexico, overseeing the renovation of an ancient cathedral into a boutique hotel. Her teen daughters, Izel and Luna, are with her for the summer, and left to fill their afternoons unsupervised in a foreign city.

The locals treat the Sanchez women like outsiders, while Carmen's contractors openly defy and sabotage her work. After a disastrous accident at the construction site nearly injures Luna, Carmen's had enough. They're leaving.

Back in New York, Luna begins acting strange, and only Izel notices the chilling changes happening to her younger sister. But it might be too late for the Sanchez family to escape what's been awakened...

The Insatiable Volt Sisters by Rachel Eve Moulton

It's the summer of 1989 and Beatrice and Henrietta Volt are coming of age on remote Fowler Island in Lake Erie, their ancestral home and wild playground. Thicker than thieves, they plot their futures while their parents pick their marriage apart piece by piece. The girls have no idea that their parents are separating. Or that the plan is to separate them.

Ten years pass and Henrie gets a desperate call from her sister--their father has died suddenly and B.B. needs Henrie to come back to the island for the funeral. When Henrie arrives, the island seems even stranger than she remembers. But the truth is, she doesn't remember much about the island, and nothing at all about the night she left. She just feels a vague and perplexing sense of dread and a sharp fear of the quarry pond behind the house. Will the Volt sisters inherit the horrors of their past or surpass them?

The Trees Grew Because I Bled There by Eric LaRocca

Eight stories of literary dark fiction from a master storyteller. Exploring the shadow side of love, these are tales of grief, obsession, control. Intricate examinations of trauma and tragedy in raw, poetic prose. In these narratives, a woman imagines horrific scenarios whilst caring for her infant niece; on-line posts chronicle a cancer diagnosis; a couple in the park with their small child encounter a stranger with horrific consequences; a toxic relationship reaches a terrifying resolution…

Originally published under the title The Strange Thing We Become and Other Dark Tales, this is a much-praised collection of deeply unsettling, painfully dark tales.

The Marigold by Andrew F. Sullivan

The Marigold, a gleaming Toronto condo tower, sits a half-empty promise: a stack of scuffed rental suites and undelivered amenities that crumbles around its residents as a mysterious sludge spreads slowly through it. Public health inspector Cathy Jin investigates this toxic mold as it infests the city’s infrastructure, rotting it from within, while Sam “Soda” Dalipagic stumbles onto a dangerous cache of data while cruising the streets in his Camry, waiting for his next rideshare alert. On the outskirts of downtown, 13-year-old Henrietta Brakes chases a friend deep underground after he’s snatched into a sinkhole by a creature from below.

All the while, construction of the city’s newest luxury tower, Marigold II, has stalled. Stanley Marigold, the struggling son of the legendary developer behind this project, decides he must tap into a hidden reserve of old power to make his dream a reality — one with a human cost.

[ohnopoe]

Alone | Inspector Sullivan

Ship: Inspector Sullivan x Reader Prompt: #13 from this festive list! Word Count: 1.6k+ Tagging: @23orso​ @hawkerz12​

The invitations were plentiful. From Lady Felicia’s yearly fanciful Christmas dinner to something smaller in the cramped quarters of the presbytery’s kitchen, Christmas day was never a day in which you could ever feel lonely.

Kembleford was nice like that. The often nosey nature of houses cramped just a little too close together despite the sprawling hills that encompassed the town turning compassionate and kind as the weather grew colder. It seemed, no matter where you went, people just wanted to spread cheer and joy.

You could have taken your pick of just about anywhere to be for dinner that night, and you would have been welcomed with open arms and boisterous laughter. But there was only one place that you really wanted to spend the evening, and it involved an awful lot less travel.

Your arms were laden with bags and containers, all filled to the brim with more food than you could possibly need, all cooked over the past two days in an effort to ease your anxious mind. Was this overstepping? Quite possibly. But if you didn’t do it, well, who would?

You had heard every thought Mrs McCarthy had thrown your way as Christmas encroached ever closer, and even she hadn’t thought to do something about what, to you, was quite an obvious problem. If she hadn’t considered it, who would?

No, you determined as you nudged your front door open with an awful amount of manoeuvring, this was the right thing to do.

Bags placed down just outside your front door, you locked up carefully, already wondering whether gloves might have been a smarter move as you shove the metal keys back into your coat pocket.

It wasn’t snowing like the songs would have you believe, there was no air of a fairytale hanging in the air, but the cold still snapped at your bare fingers, caressed your cheeks and raised goosebumps against your arms, even though they were well covered by your winter coat.

With your bags back in hand, you glanced over the surrounding neighbourhood. Lights were already dancing in some of your neighbours windows, carols cracking away on records from the family down the lane. Christmas had a hold over the whole town; well, almost.

To your right stood the single cottage that seemed to refuse to join in on the Christmas splendour. Light still danced through the window panes, but it was singular and unmoving, showing the one quiet reprieve from the madness of the day.

You made your way there quickly, determined to do so before your anxieties could convince you otherwise, rustling bags and containers as you made your way from your path to his.

With yet another shift of containers, and bags being placed once more on the wet ground, you rapped your knuckles against the hard wooden door, clear and concise, just as your grandmother had taught you, showing a confidence you did not feel.

The door opened faster than you had expected, a rush of movement that shocked you and had you stepping backwards in retreat.

Sullivan was intense, ready and raring to go as if he expected a case to quite literally drop on his doorstep. And then, as suddenly as he had opened the door, his features dropped into a concerned frown as he noticed it was you.

“Y/N?” there it was, that gentle tone, the one reserved for you and you alone, for moments where he didn’t have to be the town’s Inspector, when he could remember for one brief moment to be human. “Are you alright?”

The cold was beginning to seep in once more, made all the more biting as the warmth from his fireplace drifted out from behind him. All you could do was nod, offering a smile that you hoped would reassure him.

“What- what are you doing here?” the Inspector’s voice was softer than it often was, confusion dancing on his tone as his eager eyes ran over you, taking in the bags that weighed you down.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” your question was just as soft as his, holding all the fears you wouldn’t speak aloud. This was it. If he denied you now you’d be straight back to your cottage that sat only next door, and yet would feel a world away.

A smile, slow and genuine, crept up his features, lighting his eyes up with a joy you were certain you had never seen there before.

“Let me help you with your bags.”

[kemblefordsfinest]

Dressing these boys up in fic is absolutely one of my guilty pleasures. I swear I'm going to make paper dolls someday...

[sips---tea]

What Inspector Sullivan is like after a day of work

- Tom is cute and dopey when tired and in the company which he can relax in. When he is in this state he is usually clingy and strokes your arm.

- All of Tom's days are tricky, having to deal with cases and the interfering Father Brown, all he wanted to do was get home and sleep.

- When he finally returns, Tom collapses on the sofa, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. You come into the sitting room to see him and ask him what happened.

- Tom explains in great detail what happened while you gently massage his shoulders, taking all the tension from his shoulders. After his long-winded explanation, you reassure him of his skills. Tom also makes sure that you tell your uncle (Father Brown) for the hundredth time to keep out of police business.

- You pour some brandy for Tom which he quickly drinks before taking the decanter and pouring some more. As he does this you explain your day and fill him in with some gossip of the town.

- When dinner is ready he is usually very hungry and has been asking every couple of minutes about how long it would be.

- After dinner, you and Tom settle down with tea on the sofa, either reading the newspaper or listening to the wireless. If it is a certain song you both like, you end up getting Tom to dance with you, even though he protests, saying he isn't very good.

[jxmieswxnter]

okay concept: inspector sullivan but with naval tattoos

[sidneycarter]

boyfriends 💞

[jlbilu]

Don't know why but when I think 'bout Sullivan's mother I see Catherine Frot's face.

[rose-edith]

Heya! How would the Inspectors (seperate) react to you using a mistletoe to get them to kiss you ? (talking about the inspectors from the Father Brown series)

Sorry for the delay, and better late than never right? Hope you like it!

Mistletoe reactions with the Inspectors:

Inspector Sullivan:

•it’s at Lady Felicia’s incredibly glitzy and glamorous Christmas Eve ball/soirée! So naturally our dear Inspector Sullivan is in his best dress uniform, medals and buttons polished.

•he feels a bit silly really, though he relaxes as he starts his second glass of champagne- Lady Felicia is always a generous hostess when it comes to providing food and drink.

•but he is avoiding the Lady in question, and searching desperately for you! He’s caught the odd glimpse of you here and there, but you continue to elude him!

•that is until, he collided with you in the doorway. You giggle, having planned the whole escapade! And now, with one arm round your waist, the Inspector feels happier too!

•little does he know, he’s walked right into your trap! But he finds out soon enough…you drag him closer by his lapels and crash your lips against his hotly, it’s a bit jarring at first, but then slowly you both settle into the kiss, practically fighting one another for dominance. It’s glorious! Goosebumps and shivers chase across your body, you’re virtually alight!

•but then, as quick as he’d bumped into you, you’d disappeared again, leaving a thoroughly confused, thoroughly kissed, hot Inspector to come chasing after you once more! He even grabbed the mistletoe from the above the door- the game was on!

Inspector Valentine:

•he’s pinning the mistletoe above the hallway door in your brand new home that you now share together- it’s your first Christmas as a married couple, so everything feels incredibly special.

•you’re passing by, having just finished the tidying, and your darling husband takes a chance. He pulls you into his arms with a seductive chuckle, nodding his head upwards so you see what he’s up to. And naturally, it makes you grin! Who could resist?!

•it seems to happen in slow motion. Your hands slide up his crisp shirt, one splays itself across his chest, over his heart to feel the steady beat of it. Your other hand gently grasps the back of his neck as you sink against his body, following him in the sloppy, tongue filled kiss that you gently moan into.

•the kiss goes on for what feels like an eternity. It’s a private conversation of mutual love and adoration. And when you both pull away you’re hot in the face and your eyes are ablaze with passion.

•…and that’s how you found yourself being pushed up against the wall, more passionate kisses being exchanged; clothes being tugged at blindly, as the kisses frantically turned into something more!

Inspector Mallory:

•he immediately knows you’re up to something the minute he sees you. You come into his office with a naughty grin on your face and a sway in your step that he recognises…he’d seen it only the night before, as you’d slowly stripped off for him before sinking down onto your knees, unbuckling his trousers and…he snaps out of the reverie as you reach the desk.

•he notices then that your hands are behind your back, and he glimpses for a tiny moment, the sprig of mistletoe. He grins and leans back in his chair, wheeling it backwards for you.

•Gerry pats his lap and feels his heart warm as you saunter closer, and sit down on his thighs. One of his hands slips straight between your legs, and the other cradles you closer to his body.

•he waits. And waits, and waits. Your grin just grows bigger! And then, moments before he’s about to burst with need, anger, hunger, desire! You drop the mistletoe into his lap and kiss him hungrily, biting at his lower lip furiously in the way that drives him absolutely wild!

•he’s putty in your hands! And speaking of hands, the one between your legs doesn’t stay idle, this is a battle of the wills- and he’s giving it all he’s got too!

•it’s a very good job that no new cases come in that afternoon and that the office door stays firmly shut!

[fatherr-brown]

Ok, so the Father Brown gang somehow end up on a camping trip:

Sid and Sullivan being nominated to set up the tents, and bickering the whole time (it takes far longer to set up than it needed to)

Also them generally knocking heads over the duration of the trip because Sid is used to roughing it occasionally (Sullivan is NOT), but also stealing glances at each other with a certain Look™️

Bunty (easily picking up on their chemistry) teasing that Felicia used to say “If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home���

Father Brown making an effort to enjoy the whole experience, forcing a compliment about Sid’s terrible BBQ-ing

Mrs McCarthy hating literally every second of it, complaining the entire time about how she could be at home in a comfortable chair eating good, home-cooked food

Sid and Sullivan being left sitting by the fire, slightly too close for it to be friendly, tension you could cut with a knife, obvious unspoken longing

[queensantiagoofthe99]

Sid and Sullivan would definitely be one of those couples who end up both planning to propose to each other at the same time

Like they'd both think the holiday to somewhere beautiful was their idea, and they'd have managed to buy rings for each other that were complimentary but not copies and they just both deserve to propose and to be proposed to okay???

[xcaroldanversx]

I want nothing more than the pantomime episode remade with everything the same except Sullivan is still inspector instead of Mallory

[theeagle-stories]

Inspector Sullivan X Reader

​A/n

Since Inspector Sullivan's first name isn't revealed, I've chosen to call him Tom and sergeant Goodfellow, John. I have been obsessed with this series for a long time and I really wanted to write something, since I haven't seen anything similar.  All mistakes are mine and I don't own anything.

Word count: 2387 

   You had lived in Kembleford your whole life and if it were not for the occasional mysteries, it would be quite boring. You were twenty-five and one of Father Brown’s friends, helping him solve murders along with Sid, Lady Felicia and Mrs. McCarthy. Father Brown took you under his wings when you were a child, when you were left by St. Mary’s church. 

You stood in the kitchen when you heard the door open and Father Brown walked in with a man following. You looked closely upon the man and realised that it was the inspector. His face was covered in a layer of dirt and he had a few bruises on his chin and forehead. The two men walked to the dining room and you followed close behind with a clean cloth. You sat on a stool at his right side, while Sid sat on the other side. Father Brown, Lady Felicia and Mrs. McCarthy sat around the table. While the handsome inspector explained why he was on the run, everyone listening, Sid worked on the handcuffs and you cleaned his scrapes.  

When Sid was done and Sullivan had told his story, he stood up and was about to leave when everyone at the table argued that it was late and he needed rest. You managed to convince him to stay and you went to show him a room he could sleep in. When he was under the covers, he fell asleep almost instantly, but not before muttering a small thank you. As you left the room you heard a slight snoring and smiled. You went to find Sid and convinced him to let the inspector burrow some clothing, because they were mostly the same size.  

-- The following morning -- 

You had taken it upon yourself to make breakfast, so here you were, in the kitchen once again. Sid had arrived early to drop of the clothing and sat by the small table in the kitchen with Brown to plan the day’s event. They both wanted your opinion and since you had not gotten much sleep that night, you had a few ideas. When you were done with the food, Mrs. McCarthy and Lady Felicia had arrived and you moved into the dining room once again. You were halfway up the stairs, when the man you were looking for came walking down. You stopped abruptly and almost fell backwards, but a hand caught your upper arm and you were pulled back to safety. You looked up, smiling gratefully at your saviour.  

"Thank you." you exclaimed.  

"You're welcome." he told you, smiling down at you.  

You turned around and walked into the room, Sullivan following close behind. You sat down on your usual chair and Inspector Sullivan occupied the chair beside you. You had made a traditional breakfast with scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages, baked beans and warmed your famous bread.  

"This was as always a delightful meal, (Y/n). Thank you." Father Brown said when everyone was done eating. You smiled and lowered your head shyly.

When the plan was sat in motion, you stayed behind with Mrs. McCarthy. While she cleaned the dishes, you went upstairs to retrieve the inspectors dirty clothes. After washing them, you hung them up to dry.  

-- Time-Skip to after the case --  

You were relieved that the whole thing was over and that everyone you knew was still alive. You packed a basket with inspector Sullivan's clothing and a box of your homemade cookies. In the evening, you took the basket in one hand and left the house. One of the perks with living in such a small village, was that everyone knew where everyone lived. You made your way to Sullivan's house and greeted the people you met on your way. When you came to the house, you knocked on the door. You heard a light grumble on the other side and could not help but give a small chuckle. The door opened to reveal the inspector. His suit jacket and tie were removed and the three top buttons of his shirt was unbuttoned. When he saw you, he smiled and subconsciously straightened his shirt and posture.  

"Good afternoon, inspector." You said cheerfully, smiling brightly at the man before you.  

"Good afternoon, miss." He replied, adding; "Please, come in."  

He stepped aside and you walked in. "Please, call me (Y/n). I just came to return your clothes. They've been washed and ironed." You retrieve the articles of clothing and gave them to him.  

"You really shouldn't have done that. It was far too much trouble," He told you, a sincere smile on his face. "But thank you." 

"I also brought a tin of freshly baked cookies. As a thank you for everything."  

He placed the clothes down and took the tin, when you extended it to him. He opened it and immediately the room was filled with a sweet smell. He closed his eyes and inhaled the air, grinning from ear to ear. "I haven't smelt anything this delicious since I was a child." He opened his eyes and looked at you.  

"You should try one," you told him, still smiling with a light blush dusting your cheeks. 

He reached his hand in and pulled out a decent sized cookie. When he took a bite his eyes widened and he wore a look of total contentment. You smiled brighter and felt a little proud of yourself.  

"Wow, this is positively the most wonderful treat I have ever tasted." His was lit up like a Christmas tree and you could not help but think he looked adorable.  

You looked at the clock by the wall and your smile fell. He must have seen it, because he looked at you, concerned. "I need to get home. I will be making dinner."  

"I understand. Thank you for the cookies and the clothes."  

"You are very welcome." 

He followed you to the door and when you reached it, he opened it for you and you walked out. You turned around and looked at him. "Goodnight, I will see you again." 

 "Goodnight," he took your hand and kissed your knuckles. You smiled at each other and you left with the basket in hand.  

When you came back home you made dinner and you smiled the whole time. Thinking of a certain brunette man.  

-- Time-Skip -- 

You were walking errands for Mrs. McCarthy when you ran into the inspector again.  

When he saw you he smiled and stopped you, thanking you once again for the cookies.  

“I have actually been looking for you.” The man told you. You gave him a questioning look and he continued. “I wanted to ask you a something.” 

You smiled, “and what would that be?”  

The inspector in front of you, was sporting a nervous smile on his otherwise calm features. “Well, I, um, I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me some time?” his voice was laced with anxiety and he looked ready to slap his slightly red face.  

Your smile grew wider and before he could embarrass himself further, you reached up and kissed his cheek. Pulling away from him, you gave him a reassuring smile. “Of course. I would love to.” 

“Are you free tomorrow?” 

“Yes, yes I am.” 

“Should we say my place, at half passed 5?” 

“Yes, let us do that. See you then, inspector,” you told him, backing away from the handsome man. 

“Tom. Call me Tom!” he called after you. You smiled and called back, “see you tomorrow, Tom.” Before turning around and skipping away, grinning to yourself.  

--------- Sullivan’s POV --------- 

He could not help but grin at the way his name rolled off her tongue and the lingering feeling of her lips on his cheek. He had every intention of telling her how he felt the next day. 

He left and went to ask the sergeant for help. After talking they arranged to meet early the next day, so they could make the day perfect, he went home and got in his bed, waiting anxiously. 

When the morning sun shone through his window, his eyes fluttered open and a smile graced his lips. He almost sprung out of bed, washed and left to the market. After buying the ingredients for the dinner, he waited for his friend to come. A knock came on the door, he rushed out and flung the door open, ushering his friend in and closing the door. He pushed the taller man to the kitchen, where they went over everything once again. “We have until 5 to get everything done, the I have half an hour to get ready.” Continuing, he added; “I really appreciate the help, John.” 

The tall sergeant clapped his friend on the shoulder, smiling widely, ”you really do fancy her, huh?“  

“Yes,” Tom replied simply, the corners of his lips rising slightly.  

Hours passed and so far everything was going after plan. “Something is bound to go wrong, I can feel it.” 

“Calm down, Tom, it is going well.” 

“So far, but with my luck, the whole house can burn down before she’s even here,” the inspector was almost pulling out handfuls of hair by now.  

John took hold of his friend’s shoulders and tried to calm him down. “Nothing is going to go wrong. If you keep saying that, it might just go wrong.”  

------- Short Time-Skip ------- 

After the sergeant left with a quiet, good luck, the residents’ owner hurried to his bedroom. Pulling out the outfit he had planned, he rushed to the bathroom. After a quick wash and getting dressed, the man looked over the house one more time to make sure it was perfect. He looked to the clock face and now he just had to wait for the beauty, anxiously.  

A few minutes before the clock’s hands reached the designated time, a soft knock was heard from the door and, after looking at his reflection, rushed to the door. He opened the door quite slowly revealing the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. On the other side of the door, stood (Y/n) wearing a stunning floral dress, her hair styled in a fancy yet, somehow, simple style and a light, neutral layer of makeup. She was smiling brightly, looking up at him with gentle and caring eyes. “Good evening, Tom.” 

“Good evening, (Y/n). Come in,” he stepped aside to let her in and she walked passed him. Their hands brushed against each other and she stood on her toes to give him a small peck on his cheek. After a small pause, he let her to the dining room and pulled out her chair. She sat down and thanked him, the smile ever present on her lips.  

Whilst eating, they conversed and found out more about each other, neither of them could help but fall more in love with the other. They told stories about their childhood and laughed together at some parts.  

After eating they moved to the living room, where they continued the conversation. Tom offered her something to drink and she agreed to a glass of whisky. He was slightly surprised, but poured her the drink. The clock chimed and they looked at the face, it was 11 o’clock. She looked to the inspector gave him a sad smile. “I should get going. It’s late and I have to make breakfast.” 

The man stood up, offered her his hand and lifted her to her feet. Thanking him once again, she walked with him to the entryway. When they opened the front door, they were met with the smell of rain.  

“I didn’t notice that it had started raining,” the young woman said, still smiling. She stared out and thought of what she could do. Before she had the chance to speak, the man beside her took his coat off the hook and placed over her shoulders. He reached for his car keys and turned to her. “I’ll give you a ride.” It wasn’t a suggestion. He gave her the keys, “you run to the car, while I lock this door.”  

“Okay, yes.” She ran towards the car as if her life depended on it, when she got to the car she unlocked the door and jumped in. She reached over and unlocked the driver side. The door was pulled open, almost ripped off the hinges and the inspector leaped inside. The second the door was closed they burst out laughing. They looked at each other when the laughter died down and they started laughing again.  

The ride was filled with a pleasant silence, only the soft notice of the rain outside was heard. They came to a stop in front of the house and they looked to one another again. “I had a really great time, thank you for doing this.” (Y/n) told the handsome man.  

Tom smiled and replied; “I’m glad. Would you mind doing something like this again?”  

“I would love to do this again.” (Y/n) exclaimed, blushing when she realised just how exited she sounded. Tom chuckled softly at her adorable reaction. He reached for her hand, kissed her knuckles and smiled brightly. Leaning over, she kissed the corner of his lips and pulled away, grinning.  

“Goodnight, Tom. I’ll see you around, probably tomorrow.” (Y/n) grinned. 

“Yes, goodnight, (Y/n)” 

The woman opened the car door, jumped out and ran to the front door of the house. Arriving at the door, she turned around and waved at the man in the car, smiling lovingly. The car drove off and she walked in. Father Brown sat at the kitchen table, reading. He looked up and smiled at the younger woman. “How did it go?” he inquired.  

“It went well,” (Y/n) told the older priest, grinning widely.  

“Are you still intent to keep this man’s identity secret? You know it is a small village. It is bound to come out some day.”  

“I know Father, but as of now, I do want to keep it between him and myself. So please don’t spy on us. I will tell you when we are both ready.” 

Father Brown rose from the chair and walked towards her, smiling, he laid a hand on her shoulder, “I understand, but be safe.”  

“I will,” she hugged the older man, “Goodnight, Father.” 

“Goodnight, dear.”