H50 Fic: Don't Mess with the Baker
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kitmerlot_1213This is a 333 word McDanno drabble for the Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words Please be warned that it's a bit bloody and kind of gory--ENJOY!! :):)
“You know, just when I thought I’d seen everything.”
Danny nodded at Steve’s words, as he gingerly walked around the macabre scene. The female victim was discovered minutes after the murder, the front of her dress drenched in her own blood from where her throat had been slashed. A high-heeled shoe, presumably soaked in the victim’s blood, lay next to the body.
The sand around the body was a dark crimson from where she’d bled out.
“This looks a hell of a wedding reception,” Danny muttered, taking in the three hundred plus guests, the artfully decorated tables, colorful tents and five tier cake.
Or what was left of the cake.
The one side of the once beautiful cake was demolished, blood and icing mixed together.
The sand underneath the cake table was also covered in white frosting and bits of bloodied cake.
Steve took one look at his partner’s thoughtful expression as he took the entire crime scene in. “Okay, D, spill.”
Danny took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. “Our vic’s a bridesmaid because no girl would willingly choose to wear a floor length gown made of red, white and purple.”
Steve snorted in amusement while Danny continued to speak. “She got into an argument with the caterer, no make that the baker, who took exemption to her questioning the use of mascarpone as a filling cream in the cake.”
At Steve’s startled look, Danny quickly explained. “Please, I know an over the top Italian wedding when I see one.”
Steve shook his head amusedly at his friend’s words. “The vic has food smashed all over her face when she and the baker were arguing. The baker won and started to force feed the cake down the bridesmaid throat. The bridesmaid tried to strike the assailant but he quickly over-powered her.”
Danny turned to his obviously impressed partner and gestured grandly. “So, if you want to know who did it: it was the baker, at the beach, with the stiletto.”
1_million_words Please be warned that it's a bit bloody and kind of gory--ENJOY!! :):)“You know, just when I thought I’d seen everything.”
Danny nodded at Steve’s words, as he gingerly walked around the macabre scene. The female victim was discovered minutes after the murder, the front of her dress drenched in her own blood from where her throat had been slashed. A high-heeled shoe, presumably soaked in the victim’s blood, lay next to the body.
The sand around the body was a dark crimson from where she’d bled out.
“This looks a hell of a wedding reception,” Danny muttered, taking in the three hundred plus guests, the artfully decorated tables, colorful tents and five tier cake.
Or what was left of the cake.
The one side of the once beautiful cake was demolished, blood and icing mixed together.
The sand underneath the cake table was also covered in white frosting and bits of bloodied cake.
Steve took one look at his partner’s thoughtful expression as he took the entire crime scene in. “Okay, D, spill.”
Danny took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. “Our vic’s a bridesmaid because no girl would willingly choose to wear a floor length gown made of red, white and purple.”
Steve snorted in amusement while Danny continued to speak. “She got into an argument with the caterer, no make that the baker, who took exemption to her questioning the use of mascarpone as a filling cream in the cake.”
At Steve’s startled look, Danny quickly explained. “Please, I know an over the top Italian wedding when I see one.”
Steve shook his head amusedly at his friend’s words. “The vic has food smashed all over her face when she and the baker were arguing. The baker won and started to force feed the cake down the bridesmaid throat. The bridesmaid tried to strike the assailant but he quickly over-powered her.”
Danny turned to his obviously impressed partner and gestured grandly. “So, if you want to know who did it: it was the baker, at the beach, with the stiletto.”
