~ A Girl Like You ~
AN: i’m really missing watching new father brown so i thought i’d finally write for my beloved sid ❤️
Summery: London’s first and only female Detective Inspector moves to Kembleford to get away from the loud, demanding and busy city. She meets an unlikely hero.
Paring: eventually Sid Carter x female!reader
Characters: female!reader, Sid Carter, Father Brown, Mrs McCarthy, train conductor and drunk man. Inspector Sullivan is mentioned.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, pubs, drunk man being creepy and loads of fluff.
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You were on the train to Kembleford. You were told you should get out of the city for a while. You? A London girl in the country?
It was a beautiful summer’s day in 1954, you were wearing a beautiful summer dress which was red and had white dots on it.
“Kembleford,” you said thoughtfully, as you looked out the window.
You fiddled with the locket which hung on your neck. Who suggested your break from the city? Your mentor, Inspector Sullivan. He spoke highly of the beautiful village of Kembleford, so who were you to judge?
“Kembleford Station, ladies and gentlemen, this is Kembleford Station,” the train conductor shouted cheerfully.
You smiled and gathered your luggage.
“Miss Y/L/N?” You turned to see a priest, wearing a capello romano hat, glasses and holding an umbrella. By his side stood a kind looking old lady.
“Ah. You must be the famous Father Brown,” you said, you recognised him from the stories Inspector Sullivan told you.
“Inspector Sullivan has told me great things about you,” Father Brown said, helping you off the train.
“And you,” you said smiling.
“This is Mrs McCarthy, the parish security,” Father Brown said, smiling at you.
You smiled at Mrs McCarthy.
“And this is Sidney Carter,” Father Brown said, as a tallish man in a green chauffeur’s uniform came up to you.
“Friends call me Sid,” Sid said, gently taking your luggage from you.
“Ah. Sully’s told me all about you,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.
“Hm. Probably not the best information, I bet,” Sid said as you all began to walk to Sid’s car.
“Meh. It was a mix,” you shrugged.
“Oh yeah? What did he say?” Sid asked, putting your luggage in the boot.
“That you’re a common thief,” you said, Sid nodded as he listened. “A bit of a rubbish one too.” You giggled at Sid’s face.
“Rude,” Sid said, you caught Father Brown slightly agreeing with you. “Also rude.” Sid pointed at father brown.
“And that I need to watch myself around you,” you added.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Sid asked, opening the car door for you.
“Because you’ll flirt with anything that moves,” you said in a matter of fact tone.
Sid eyed Father Brown as he let out a laugh.
“I should let you know, Carter. I’m a very respected woman in London,” you stated, as Sid got in the driver’s seat.
“Oh yeah. What’re you? A lady or some thin’?” Sid asked, turning to look at you.
“No,” you said, “I’m London’s first and so far only female Detective Inspector,” you added proudly.
Everyone stared at you. You grinned.
———
After a long day of sight seeing, Father Brown gave the best tours and Mrs M? She makes the best scones. You felt you were settled. You were sitting at the pub, sipping on your drink, when a drunk man came over to you.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” He slurred, sitting too close to you for your liking.
“I’m entitled to be here. Same as you,” you said, bravely.
“Oh yeah? Women should be at home. Making dinner for their husbands,” he said.
“Well. I don’t have a husband. So if you don’t mind,” you said standing up.
“If you don’t have a husband, fancy coming back to mine?” He asked, grabbing your wrist.
“How so very polite,” you mocked. “No. I’m fine.” You said firmly.
“Ah come on sweetheart. Just one night with me,” he said, touching your face.
“I said no, thank you,” you said, beginning to feel scared.
“I promise-“ he said.
“Oi! The girl said no, she means no,” Sid’s voice sounded like music to your ears.
You smiled slightly as Sid shoved the man off you and stood in front of you.
“Alright, Carter. Being the hero, are we?” The man asked.
“Nah. Hero’s not really my thing,” Sid shrugged. “But if I see lowlifes like you, tarting a woman who doesn’t want to spend time with you, then I’ll step up. Because when a woman says no, she mean no,” Sid said, standing up tall.
The man sneered at him then left you alone.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you said gratefully.
“Did he hurt you?” Sid asked, looking at you.
“My wrist hurts a little. But other than that, no,” you said honestly.
“Let me walk you back to your hotel room. It’s clearly not safe for you to be out here on your own right now,” Sid said gently.
You thanked him and you both walked along. Sid noticed you slightly shiver as the evening got colder, he gently draped his jacket around your shoulders.
“Well, Sully neglected to mention how much of a gentleman you are, Sidney Carter,” you said smiling as you pulled Sid’s jacket around you tighter.
“Yeah well, me and Sullivan didn’t quite see eye to eye did we?” Sid said smiling, lighting a cigarette.
“He did arrest you a lot didn’t he,” you said giggling.
“Almost every other day,” Sid said.
When you arrived in your hotel room, you began taking Sid’s jacket off.
“Hm. Keep it. Give it back to me tomorrow. These rooms get cold at nights,” Sid said, turning slightly red.
“Th…thank you,” you said blushing.
“D’you maybe …fancy getting something to eat together tomorrow? Maybe? I can show you all the non holy sights the Father “forgot” to show you,” Sid said, scratching the back of his neck.
“I’d love that,” you said, smiling.
“Well…then…see you tomorrow…say…11?” Sid asked.
“11 sounds perfect,” you said.
“G’night, Y/N,” Sid said gently.
“Good night, Sidney,” you said.
“Sid…friends call me Sid,” Sid said, you blushed.
“Good night, Sid…thank you again for saving me,” you said smiling.
“Anytime,” Sid said smiling.
Sid left and you shut the door behind you. Smiling. Maybe moving to Kembleford was a good idea.