Round Robbin 8/16
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whedonistFandom: Nikki & Nora
Pairing: Nikki/Nora
Story: Round Robin
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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)
Chapter 8 – PBWR
“Savoie,” Georgia answered. “Really? Where?… I'm at Nora's. I can be there in twenty minutes. Are they okay? Don't worry, I'll get them. Oh, Dan....has Nikki ever mentioned a Darius to you? … Okay, just checking.”
As the detective hung up her phone Darius stood and turned his back to her. “Apology accepted. Now could you take care of the hardware, not really my style.” As the cuffs fell away he turned back. “They okay?” he asked hesitantly.
“Nikki called in, I'm on my way to get them now.”
“Good,” he said with a relieved breath.
Georgia gathered her purse and the evidence she'd found from the bedroom then ushered Darius out of the house so she could reinforce the crime scene tape. “Can I ask you a question?”
The informant turned and watched as she secured the lock. “Sure thing sweetness.”
“You're Nikki's C.I.?”
“And friend before that.”
Georgia looked around the courtyard trying to gather her wording. She turned back and took in the concern in his eyes, concern for his friends, for her colleagues and she let the questions die on her lips, in this instant they weren't that important. “Never mind,” she shook her head. “They'll be fine,” she promised.
“They usually are,” he smiled.
Nikki hung up the phone just as Nora was stepping out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. “Feel better darlin'?”
“Much. Thank you.” It had taken the detectives twenty minutes to get themselves out of the basement and then three long blocks until they found an occupied house. An occupied house that was actually willing to take them in, that is. They had spotted a few residents along the way who had ducked back into their homes at the sight of the two battered women but luckily when Mabel Frederick saw the two limping down the street she had clambered off her porch and immediately offered assistance. Nikki had assured the woman who they were and that they were no threat but the eighty year old former nurse quickly brushed off their concerns and took command of the situation. Promising the use of her phone only if she would be allowed to check them over. They had neither the will nor the stamina to argue such a compromise. “Talk to Dan?”
“He's sending a car for us and a few over to the other house in case frick and frack go back. Sorry,” Nikki chuckled at her unintentional rhyme. “Forensics is going to have field day once they get into that basement. How many open cases you think will be solved?”
Nora grimaced as she remembered the sights and smells of the small room. “More than I care to think about.”
Nikki studied her partner, grateful that they wouldn't be on the list. “Dan also said the feds were pretty upset and that they moved Jensen.”
“Upset?” Nora queried as she sank onto a chair. “I'm surprised they even cared.”
“Actually they were worried that we'd mess up their case. Dan had a few choice words for them.”
“That sounds more like it. Who was it that said working this case would lead to trouble?”
“You did sugar.”
“Who was it said we would put in all the hours, do all the work and then have the case pulled from us right when the end was near?”
“That was you too.”
“Who was it...”
Before Nora could voice her next question the woman, who had graciously taken the two battered detectives into her home, came back into the kitchen. “Here you go sweetie. It's a bit big but it'll look a damn sight better than what you got on now.” She handed Nikki a shirt to replace the one Sean had ripped open in the basement.
Nikki stood and took the offering. “Thank you Mrs. Frederick. I do appreciate it.” The brunette moved off toward the bathroom to change and clean herself up.
“Mabel, please.” She set a shoe box on the table and turned her attention to Nora. “Now let's take a look at you.”
“Ow,” Nora winced and tried to pull away when Mabel grabbed her chin and began poking her swollen and bruised face.
“Now hush child. I don't think anything is broken.”
“Well it still hurts,” Nora complained.
“I'm sure it does,” Mabel agreed. The older woman very gently pried open the blonde's eye. “Can you see out of this one?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. No permanent damage then.” Mabel pulled a bottle of antiseptic and a few cotton balls out of the box. “Let me clean up these cuts.”
“Ouch. Damn, that hurts.”
“Tsk, tsk. Language,” Nikki reprimanded as she came back into the room.
“Wait till she gets her hands on you.”
Mabel shook her head. “You girls should get a different line of work.” She turned and studied Nikki before she reached out and put her hands around the brunette's ribs.
“Ow.”
“Told ya,” Nora mumbled.
“You were walking with a bit of a lean,” Mabel said as she prodded Nikki's body. “I noticed some bruising when your shirt was open but I don't think anything is broken. You two seem to be pretty lucky.”
“Yeah, real lucky,” Nora groused.
The woman packed up her supplies and patted the grumpy blonde on the shoulder. “I'll leave you two alone and go wait on the porch for your friends.”
“Thanks Mabel,” Nikki smiled as she returned to her chair.
The two sat in silence for a moment before Nora couldn't hold her tongue any longer. “Nice shirt,” she teased.
Nikki looked down at her oversized white T with large pink flowers. “Admit it, I even make this look good.”
Nora's mouth quirked to the side. “That you do. You okay?” she asked seriously.
“No,” Nikki answered honestly. “But I will be when this case is over.”
Nora bit her lip, immediately regretting the involuntary action. “Should we go back over to the house?”
“What? Why? Dan is sending units over.”
“What if they don't get there in time?”
“Nora, there is no way in hell; we're hardly in any shape to do anything.”
The blonde shrugged. “We could at least stake it out, maybe get a plate.”
“No.” Nikki decided. “I don't want them to get away any more than you do but.....just no.”
“I know you're right, I just......” Nora paused as she heard voices coming from outside the house. “Sounds like the calvary might be here.” The two rose unsteadily to their feet and headed toward the front room. They paused when they heard Mabel speaking.
“Sorry hon, but I ain't seen nobody in this neighborhood for quite a while now.”
The detectives moved over toward the front window and just as they cautiously peered through the curtain a black Yukon pulled away from the curb. After a moment Mabel rose from her rocker and came back into the house.
“They looking for us?” Nora asked.
“Don't worry, I'm sure they believed me.”
“Thanks Mabel,” Nikki said as she moved away from the window and laid her hand on the older woman's arm.
“I knew they'd be gone before our guys got there. Now how are we going to find them,” Nora grumbled.
“Maybe by their license plate?” Their host questioned.
“I love you,” Nikki exclaimed as she kissed Mabel on the cheek. “I'm going to call Dan back,” she said as she headed back for the kitchen phone.
“We can have a patrol car parked out front for a while.” Nora pulled the curtain back and watched out the window. “In case they come back after we're gone.”
“I think those boys will have enough trouble staying ahead of you; they ain't gonna bother with an old thing like me.”
Without turning from the window Nora made a promise. “Better not or they'll be in a world of hurt.”
Mabel smiled at the young woman's tenacity. “I guess you are in the right line.” She chuckled when Nora dipped her head in embarrassment. “I best give your partner that information,” she said as she moved off toward the kitchen, leaving Nora to keep watch.
Next>>>
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)
“Savoie,” Georgia answered. “Really? Where?… I'm at Nora's. I can be there in twenty minutes. Are they okay? Don't worry, I'll get them. Oh, Dan....has Nikki ever mentioned a Darius to you? … Okay, just checking.”
As the detective hung up her phone Darius stood and turned his back to her. “Apology accepted. Now could you take care of the hardware, not really my style.” As the cuffs fell away he turned back. “They okay?” he asked hesitantly.
“Nikki called in, I'm on my way to get them now.”
“Good,” he said with a relieved breath.
Georgia gathered her purse and the evidence she'd found from the bedroom then ushered Darius out of the house so she could reinforce the crime scene tape. “Can I ask you a question?”
The informant turned and watched as she secured the lock. “Sure thing sweetness.”
“You're Nikki's C.I.?”
“And friend before that.”
Georgia looked around the courtyard trying to gather her wording. She turned back and took in the concern in his eyes, concern for his friends, for her colleagues and she let the questions die on her lips, in this instant they weren't that important. “Never mind,” she shook her head. “They'll be fine,” she promised.
“They usually are,” he smiled.
Nikki hung up the phone just as Nora was stepping out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. “Feel better darlin'?”
“Much. Thank you.” It had taken the detectives twenty minutes to get themselves out of the basement and then three long blocks until they found an occupied house. An occupied house that was actually willing to take them in, that is. They had spotted a few residents along the way who had ducked back into their homes at the sight of the two battered women but luckily when Mabel Frederick saw the two limping down the street she had clambered off her porch and immediately offered assistance. Nikki had assured the woman who they were and that they were no threat but the eighty year old former nurse quickly brushed off their concerns and took command of the situation. Promising the use of her phone only if she would be allowed to check them over. They had neither the will nor the stamina to argue such a compromise. “Talk to Dan?”
“He's sending a car for us and a few over to the other house in case frick and frack go back. Sorry,” Nikki chuckled at her unintentional rhyme. “Forensics is going to have field day once they get into that basement. How many open cases you think will be solved?”
Nora grimaced as she remembered the sights and smells of the small room. “More than I care to think about.”
Nikki studied her partner, grateful that they wouldn't be on the list. “Dan also said the feds were pretty upset and that they moved Jensen.”
“Upset?” Nora queried as she sank onto a chair. “I'm surprised they even cared.”
“Actually they were worried that we'd mess up their case. Dan had a few choice words for them.”
“That sounds more like it. Who was it that said working this case would lead to trouble?”
“You did sugar.”
“Who was it said we would put in all the hours, do all the work and then have the case pulled from us right when the end was near?”
“That was you too.”
“Who was it...”
Before Nora could voice her next question the woman, who had graciously taken the two battered detectives into her home, came back into the kitchen. “Here you go sweetie. It's a bit big but it'll look a damn sight better than what you got on now.” She handed Nikki a shirt to replace the one Sean had ripped open in the basement.
Nikki stood and took the offering. “Thank you Mrs. Frederick. I do appreciate it.” The brunette moved off toward the bathroom to change and clean herself up.
“Mabel, please.” She set a shoe box on the table and turned her attention to Nora. “Now let's take a look at you.”
“Ow,” Nora winced and tried to pull away when Mabel grabbed her chin and began poking her swollen and bruised face.
“Now hush child. I don't think anything is broken.”
“Well it still hurts,” Nora complained.
“I'm sure it does,” Mabel agreed. The older woman very gently pried open the blonde's eye. “Can you see out of this one?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. No permanent damage then.” Mabel pulled a bottle of antiseptic and a few cotton balls out of the box. “Let me clean up these cuts.”
“Ouch. Damn, that hurts.”
“Tsk, tsk. Language,” Nikki reprimanded as she came back into the room.
“Wait till she gets her hands on you.”
Mabel shook her head. “You girls should get a different line of work.” She turned and studied Nikki before she reached out and put her hands around the brunette's ribs.
“Ow.”
“Told ya,” Nora mumbled.
“You were walking with a bit of a lean,” Mabel said as she prodded Nikki's body. “I noticed some bruising when your shirt was open but I don't think anything is broken. You two seem to be pretty lucky.”
“Yeah, real lucky,” Nora groused.
The woman packed up her supplies and patted the grumpy blonde on the shoulder. “I'll leave you two alone and go wait on the porch for your friends.”
“Thanks Mabel,” Nikki smiled as she returned to her chair.
The two sat in silence for a moment before Nora couldn't hold her tongue any longer. “Nice shirt,” she teased.
Nikki looked down at her oversized white T with large pink flowers. “Admit it, I even make this look good.”
Nora's mouth quirked to the side. “That you do. You okay?” she asked seriously.
“No,” Nikki answered honestly. “But I will be when this case is over.”
Nora bit her lip, immediately regretting the involuntary action. “Should we go back over to the house?”
“What? Why? Dan is sending units over.”
“What if they don't get there in time?”
“Nora, there is no way in hell; we're hardly in any shape to do anything.”
The blonde shrugged. “We could at least stake it out, maybe get a plate.”
“No.” Nikki decided. “I don't want them to get away any more than you do but.....just no.”
“I know you're right, I just......” Nora paused as she heard voices coming from outside the house. “Sounds like the calvary might be here.” The two rose unsteadily to their feet and headed toward the front room. They paused when they heard Mabel speaking.
“Sorry hon, but I ain't seen nobody in this neighborhood for quite a while now.”
The detectives moved over toward the front window and just as they cautiously peered through the curtain a black Yukon pulled away from the curb. After a moment Mabel rose from her rocker and came back into the house.
“They looking for us?” Nora asked.
“Don't worry, I'm sure they believed me.”
“Thanks Mabel,” Nikki said as she moved away from the window and laid her hand on the older woman's arm.
“I knew they'd be gone before our guys got there. Now how are we going to find them,” Nora grumbled.
“Maybe by their license plate?” Their host questioned.
“I love you,” Nikki exclaimed as she kissed Mabel on the cheek. “I'm going to call Dan back,” she said as she headed back for the kitchen phone.
“We can have a patrol car parked out front for a while.” Nora pulled the curtain back and watched out the window. “In case they come back after we're gone.”
“I think those boys will have enough trouble staying ahead of you; they ain't gonna bother with an old thing like me.”
Without turning from the window Nora made a promise. “Better not or they'll be in a world of hurt.”
Mabel smiled at the young woman's tenacity. “I guess you are in the right line.” She chuckled when Nora dipped her head in embarrassment. “I best give your partner that information,” she said as she moved off toward the kitchen, leaving Nora to keep watch.
Next>>>
