Round Robbin 7/16
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whedonistFandom: Nikki & Nora
Pairing: Nikki/Nora
Story: Round Robin
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1shinyboat, nemodoryismyido and Pprbckwrtr
Rating: PG-13 to R – there’s some language
Disclaimer: Not ours. These characters mainly belong to Nancylee Myatt and others. For the most part this is unbeta'd...epp! All missing words and misspellings...are my dog's fault. =0)
Ch. 7 – 1Shinyboat
Dan Harney wasn’t the most patient man on the planet. This particular trait of the lieutenant of the New Orleans Special Crimes Unit was more evident this afternoon than at any other time in the man’s fifteen year career with the police department. It started off bad and if Detective Neal Honscomb didn’t find or say something soon, the lead ball sitting in Dan’s gut told him it was going to end on a bad note too.
“You wearing a hole in the department’s linoleum won’t help matters Dan,” Georgia snipped.
“Can it, Savoie,” Dan snipped right back.
Sighing, the detective smoothed down the fly-aways from her bun. She glanced over at Neal and shook her head. This was getting them nowhere. Even when Neal finally was able to pull the files that the Feds had on the case, she didn’t know how it was gonna help find Nikki or Nora.
They needed actual police work.
One thing Georgia was glad for was Charlie, the medical examiner and apparently good friend of both Nora and Nikki. He had called her at half past seven this morning claiming that Nora and Nikki were both M.I.A. How he knew where both women lived and why he was going to see both of them made Georgia curious. The doctor had claimed that they were to be meeting at Nora’s for breakfast. When he came to the apartment door, the lock was shattered and Nora’s gun, badge and other personal effects were still lying about.
When Georgia got to Nora’s place and combed the now crime scene, what she couldn’t piece together was why Nikki’s stuff had been there as well. Had Nikki gone to Nora’s after dropping her off? If she had, why? Why were both women taken? And above all what had happened that a few thugs had gotten the drop on two well trained, seasoned detectives that there was no signs of any type of struggle at Nora’s apartment?
She tapped her foot and watched on under the dim fluorescent lights. Dan continued to pace while Neal clicked away at the keyboard. She needed to do something. Kicking off the front of the steel desk she was sitting on top of, she said, “I’m going back to Nora’s. Maybe I missed something when Doctor Koch and I were there.”
Dan looked over at his detective and nodded. Georgia swung by her desk, grabbing her purse, keys and phone before hitting the garage to sign out a car for the afternoon. Pulling up to Nora’s twenty minutes later, she stepped out into the cool fall afternoon. Not the detectives favorite season, as it was only slightly better than winter. Georgia preferred the warmer temperatures and could never seem to contain her excitement when spring finally rolled around.
She stepped into the courtyard and looked around again, this time inspecting the picturesque surroundings with a more critical eye. The fountain to her left burbled and a few birds chirped. This space was way too peaceful for having been the scene of a crime. Shaking it off, the detective moved forward, cutting away the crime scene tape and unlocking the padlock that had been screwed in place until they could get Nora’s front door fixed properly. She was also glad the doc had taken Nora’s cat and dog in until they found her. Calling Animal Control on a fellow officers animals wasn’t high on the things she favored.
She stepped into the apartment and took it all in. When she had first come here, Charlie had already been here. And even though she trusted the doctor, something didn’t sit right with her. He was nervous, which he usually wasn’t. Granted, Georgia could have chalked that up to his friends going missing, but there was something more there and she just couldn’t put her finger on it…
Not yet anyhow.
Huffing, she took in the private space of her co-worker and felt a little skeevy for being here without Nora’s consent. The only reason she stepped into the bedroom and began searching for missing clues was because she knew that if the roles were reversed, Nora would do the same for her. She stepped up to the bed and looked around the floor of the nightstand off to her left. Cocking her head to the side, she craned her neck and looked between the bed and the stand.
Dropping to her knees, she fished out a pen from her inside jacket pocket and reached underneath the nightstand. She pulled back her hand and caught between the floor and the tip of her pen was a rag. She righted herself and brought the fabric to her nose, wincing at the sour, antiseptic type smell that clung to the rag.
Grabbing an evidence bag from her purse she slipped the rag inside and made a note to swing by the labs before going back to the precinct. Turning her attention to the other side of the room, Georgia stopped when she heard noise from the front of the apartment.
She tossed her purse on the bed, reached for the service weapon holstered to the small of her back and flicked the safety off, bringing the gun up in its proper position. She inched forward, peeking around the corner of the bedroom entry way to see a lanky black man, in baggy clothes and backwards baseball cap looking around the apartment with hand on his hips. The nose ring he sported glinted under the ray of sunlight that fell across his body.
Bracing herself, Georgia pushed away from the wall and rounded the corner quickly, gun at shoulder level. “Don’t move, put your hands up where I can see them!” she barked.
Hands immediately shot up and the man’s eyes grew wide. Georgia advanced quickly, holstering her weapon when she was close enough to slam the man face first into the wall closest to her. She kicked his feet apart and began patting him down as he tried to protest, “Would you…”
Digging an elbow between his shoulder blades, she hissed, “Shut up.”
Satisfied that he was concealing a weapon, she grabbed his right hand and her cuffs, clicking into place around his wrist before securing his other arm. Georgia spun him around and tossed him in the direction of a kitchen chair. “Sit. And who the hell are you and what are you doing here?”
Darius finally took a moment to regroup from the manhandling and rolled his eyes. His jaw clenched as he looked around. No Nikki. No Nora. And crime scene tape up at his favorite girls’ pad. Things did not look good.
“Names Darius. A friend of Nora’s and Nikki’s. I was coming ‘round to check on Mister and the cat,” he offered little more than that as Georgia eyed him. He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, the beads in his dreds clicking against each other. “Look, what happened and where are the girls?”
Georgia’s lips pursed, her hands went to her hips and she asked, “How can I trust you?”
“Look, sista, just ‘cause it looks hood don’t mean it is. I’ve known Nikki for years. I’m her C.I. Check the I.D. in the wallet you took.” He grumped a bit more and mumbled, “Just ‘cause a brotha look a certain way, you gotta deal with this bullshit. Nikki ain’t gonna be please when she finds out about this.”
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Pairing: Nikki/Nora
Story: Round Robin
Authors:
1shinyboat, nemodoryismyido and PprbckwrtrRating: PG-13 to R – there’s some language
Disclaimer: Not ours. These characters mainly belong to Nancylee Myatt and others. For the most part this is unbeta'd...epp! All missing words and misspellings...are my dog's fault. =0)
Dan Harney wasn’t the most patient man on the planet. This particular trait of the lieutenant of the New Orleans Special Crimes Unit was more evident this afternoon than at any other time in the man’s fifteen year career with the police department. It started off bad and if Detective Neal Honscomb didn’t find or say something soon, the lead ball sitting in Dan’s gut told him it was going to end on a bad note too.
“You wearing a hole in the department’s linoleum won’t help matters Dan,” Georgia snipped.
“Can it, Savoie,” Dan snipped right back.
Sighing, the detective smoothed down the fly-aways from her bun. She glanced over at Neal and shook her head. This was getting them nowhere. Even when Neal finally was able to pull the files that the Feds had on the case, she didn’t know how it was gonna help find Nikki or Nora.
They needed actual police work.
One thing Georgia was glad for was Charlie, the medical examiner and apparently good friend of both Nora and Nikki. He had called her at half past seven this morning claiming that Nora and Nikki were both M.I.A. How he knew where both women lived and why he was going to see both of them made Georgia curious. The doctor had claimed that they were to be meeting at Nora’s for breakfast. When he came to the apartment door, the lock was shattered and Nora’s gun, badge and other personal effects were still lying about.
When Georgia got to Nora’s place and combed the now crime scene, what she couldn’t piece together was why Nikki’s stuff had been there as well. Had Nikki gone to Nora’s after dropping her off? If she had, why? Why were both women taken? And above all what had happened that a few thugs had gotten the drop on two well trained, seasoned detectives that there was no signs of any type of struggle at Nora’s apartment?
She tapped her foot and watched on under the dim fluorescent lights. Dan continued to pace while Neal clicked away at the keyboard. She needed to do something. Kicking off the front of the steel desk she was sitting on top of, she said, “I’m going back to Nora’s. Maybe I missed something when Doctor Koch and I were there.”
Dan looked over at his detective and nodded. Georgia swung by her desk, grabbing her purse, keys and phone before hitting the garage to sign out a car for the afternoon. Pulling up to Nora’s twenty minutes later, she stepped out into the cool fall afternoon. Not the detectives favorite season, as it was only slightly better than winter. Georgia preferred the warmer temperatures and could never seem to contain her excitement when spring finally rolled around.
She stepped into the courtyard and looked around again, this time inspecting the picturesque surroundings with a more critical eye. The fountain to her left burbled and a few birds chirped. This space was way too peaceful for having been the scene of a crime. Shaking it off, the detective moved forward, cutting away the crime scene tape and unlocking the padlock that had been screwed in place until they could get Nora’s front door fixed properly. She was also glad the doc had taken Nora’s cat and dog in until they found her. Calling Animal Control on a fellow officers animals wasn’t high on the things she favored.
She stepped into the apartment and took it all in. When she had first come here, Charlie had already been here. And even though she trusted the doctor, something didn’t sit right with her. He was nervous, which he usually wasn’t. Granted, Georgia could have chalked that up to his friends going missing, but there was something more there and she just couldn’t put her finger on it…
Not yet anyhow.
Huffing, she took in the private space of her co-worker and felt a little skeevy for being here without Nora’s consent. The only reason she stepped into the bedroom and began searching for missing clues was because she knew that if the roles were reversed, Nora would do the same for her. She stepped up to the bed and looked around the floor of the nightstand off to her left. Cocking her head to the side, she craned her neck and looked between the bed and the stand.
Dropping to her knees, she fished out a pen from her inside jacket pocket and reached underneath the nightstand. She pulled back her hand and caught between the floor and the tip of her pen was a rag. She righted herself and brought the fabric to her nose, wincing at the sour, antiseptic type smell that clung to the rag.
Grabbing an evidence bag from her purse she slipped the rag inside and made a note to swing by the labs before going back to the precinct. Turning her attention to the other side of the room, Georgia stopped when she heard noise from the front of the apartment.
She tossed her purse on the bed, reached for the service weapon holstered to the small of her back and flicked the safety off, bringing the gun up in its proper position. She inched forward, peeking around the corner of the bedroom entry way to see a lanky black man, in baggy clothes and backwards baseball cap looking around the apartment with hand on his hips. The nose ring he sported glinted under the ray of sunlight that fell across his body.
Bracing herself, Georgia pushed away from the wall and rounded the corner quickly, gun at shoulder level. “Don’t move, put your hands up where I can see them!” she barked.
Hands immediately shot up and the man’s eyes grew wide. Georgia advanced quickly, holstering her weapon when she was close enough to slam the man face first into the wall closest to her. She kicked his feet apart and began patting him down as he tried to protest, “Would you…”
Digging an elbow between his shoulder blades, she hissed, “Shut up.”
Satisfied that he was concealing a weapon, she grabbed his right hand and her cuffs, clicking into place around his wrist before securing his other arm. Georgia spun him around and tossed him in the direction of a kitchen chair. “Sit. And who the hell are you and what are you doing here?”
Darius finally took a moment to regroup from the manhandling and rolled his eyes. His jaw clenched as he looked around. No Nikki. No Nora. And crime scene tape up at his favorite girls’ pad. Things did not look good.
“Names Darius. A friend of Nora’s and Nikki’s. I was coming ‘round to check on Mister and the cat,” he offered little more than that as Georgia eyed him. He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, the beads in his dreds clicking against each other. “Look, what happened and where are the girls?”
Georgia’s lips pursed, her hands went to her hips and she asked, “How can I trust you?”
“Look, sista, just ‘cause it looks hood don’t mean it is. I’ve known Nikki for years. I’m her C.I. Check the I.D. in the wallet you took.” He grumped a bit more and mumbled, “Just ‘cause a brotha look a certain way, you gotta deal with this bullshit. Nikki ain’t gonna be please when she finds out about this.”
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