Round Robbin 10/16
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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)
Oh, italics - the few that there are denote internal thoughts.
A/N: Back from my trip and a tad late in the time department – I like to get these out in the a.m. Sorry about that folks. Also for those of you that are reading, thank you, for those of you that are reading and commenting, doubly so. Take care and enjoy everyone!
Ch. 10 – 1Shinyboat
Nikki’s golden brown eyes swept over the make shift task force room. She tried to affect an air of casual observation and contemplation despite being more than a bit ruffled from the past twenty-four hours. After being picked up at Mabel’s house, she and Nora both refused further medical treatment in favor of a hot shower and change of clothes; the problem was that their place was trashed and no one wanted to seem to leave them alone to iron themselves out before coming to the station.
Georgia practically insisting that she drive Nikki to her own apartment to pick up clothes. Not wanting to let the cat out of the bag so to speak, Nora and her both silently agreed to go with the spare set of clothes they kept at work. The spare set that Nikki was currently in, a faded pair of old blue jeans and Tulane University Varsity Volleyball T-shirt. Not that she didn’t like her current attire, she just wished that her and Nora could have had a few minutes alone to discuss how to handle the current situation.
She looked over to where her lover was, hunched over a table looking at crime scene photos while swatting Dan’s hand from her shoulder. She would laugh if it didn’t hurt. Right now breathing pretty much just sucked, but there was nothing to be done about that unless she went to the hospital for medication. Nikki wasn’t going if Nora wasn’t. So there she leaned against the back wall looking over the tack board with a case against one of New Orleans largest crime families laid bare. The entire case, state and federal both, hinged on the testimony of one, Charles Jensen, who was thankfully moved promptly after she and Nora were found missing.
Sucking in her bottom lip, she winced as her tongue ghosted over the split in the flesh. Grateful to the pain worrying her bottom lip provided, she began putting her thoughts in order. One month ago Charles Jensen walked into the station house requesting to talk to a detective, Nikki was called downstairs to an interview. Inside sat a man with broad shoulders, well defined jaw and half dead eyes with him were documents and enough of a paper trail to back up his story on who and what The Ricci family were doing. Drugs, prostitution, laundering and because they needed to be as well rounded as possible, contract killing. If it was illegal then dollars to donuts the Ricci family had their thumb in the proverbial pie.
Not a week later, while she, Nora and Dan had seen to securing Jensen’s safety, in walked a federal prosecutor, whose name she couldn’t remember, and Special Agent Miles Osbourne. It seemed that after their involvement and the information needed to be shared did things truly start going south. Nikki tapped her right index finger to the unharmed tip of her nose. It’s not so much that things went south because of their involvement, it was that we weren’t able to keep the information secure. So is Osbourne right? Is there a leak here in the department?
“Ran into a friend of yours,” Georgia whispered next to her.
Nikki’s head swiveled left and she only winced a little from the movement. Her colleague’s posture mirrored her own. One leg bent and foot resting flat against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “And who was that?” she rasped, wincing at the sound of her own voice so soft.
“Darius. Black guy, nose ring, swagger and attitude to match,” the other detective answered.
Nikki raised an eyebrow and asked, “Where?”
“Nora’s apartment. He was coming to walk her dog.” Georgia shrugged and nodded in Nora’s direction. “He seemed pretty comfortable and far more worried about you than a C.I. should.” Georgia turned towards her co-worker and asked, “So why did you go to Nora’s after dropping me off?”
Well, shit. Nikki cast a quick glance to her partner and settled on a story quicker than it took her to blink. “We still had work to do. Fell asleep and the next thing I know, Nora’s nowhere to be seen, I’m tied to a chair in a fowl smelling basement and getting the shit smacked out of me.” She offered a lopsided grin and teased, “Truthfully after you get wailed on for a few hours, the memory of the previous day’s events gets a little hazy.”
Georgia swallowed recognizing it for what it was. “I would imagine that would affect your memory.” She paused and followed Nikki’s line of site to the other two detectives, Honscombe and LaRouche, talking just as quietly together as she and Nikki. Shaking off her mangled thoughts, she asked Nikki, “So what do you think?”
“Do you really want to hear this Georgia?” Nikki asked honestly. The brunette detective’s brain hadn’t honestly shut up as she tried to deflect Georgia’s casual interest and to be honest that casual interest could run asunder all the hard work she and Nora had put in to making their relationship work.
Georgia nodded slowly as Nikki watched her watch her lover and Dan. Running her un-bandaged hand through her damp hair she voiced her thoughts, “I think that maybe Osbourne wasn’t too far off the mark. Despite their holier-than-thou approach, they brought a lot of information our way. It wasn’t until the case Nora, Dan and I had so carefully constructed became more public amongst the department did we start having problems. Tell me, when was the first attempt on Jensen made?”
Georgia thought back and recalled the night Dan called her in, pissed off and shaken from the shoot out at the safe house in Poydras two weeks ago, shortly after the task force was assembled and mandated to work with Osbourne. “Right after me, Honscombe and LaRouche were pulled into this mess of a case.”
Nikki nodded and leaned over to shoulder into Georgia playfully. “Now tell me detective if this didn’t involve people that you trust your life with, what would you think?”
Georgia shook her head at Nikki’s thoughts. “I think your brain got knocked around a bit too much Beaumont.” Annoyed she shoved off against the wall she was resting on and banged the conference room door open, disappearing around the corner.
Nikki shook her head and pushed herself off the wall. Sliding up next to Nora, she briefly rested a hand on Nora’s exposed right hip. The skin jumped underneath her fingertips for the briefest of seconds before moving on to rest on the tabletop. “Anything new, sugga,” she purred to no one in particular.
Dan grinned at her, relief flooding his eyes for the millionth time that afternoon. For some reason he had been particularly worked up about the state Nikki and Nora were brought in on. Nora had to forcibly shove him out of the locker room so that the battered detectives could shower and change. “We’re just trying to find the weak link.”
Nikki nodded as Nora said, “The details of the case that Nate pulled from the Bureau before being completely locked out haven’t been that great of a help.” Nora pointed to a few Xeroxed warrants, financial statements and phone records. “The warrants haven’t helped. There’s not a whole lot that wasn’t handled by the book. We just can’t figure out how they knew Jensen was moved and how we were involved.”
Nikki’s jaw clenched and the now familiar ball of anger that existed in the pit of her stomach coiled tighter. She didn’t care so much that she’d been beaten and nearly assaulted, but as she looked at the purple, green and yellow hues of her lovers face, Nikki was so pissed that she didn’t doubt she could, literally, spit nails.
She wanted these bastards and she’d do what needed to be done to ensure their arrest and prosecution. She looked between Dan and Nora knowing that she needed them to hear her thoughts that she briefly exposed to Georgia. “I’ve got a few ideas. You two peas in a pod aren’t gonna like a one though,” she sighed.
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)
Oh, italics - the few that there are denote internal thoughts.
A/N: Back from my trip and a tad late in the time department – I like to get these out in the a.m. Sorry about that folks. Also for those of you that are reading, thank you, for those of you that are reading and commenting, doubly so. Take care and enjoy everyone!
Nikki’s golden brown eyes swept over the make shift task force room. She tried to affect an air of casual observation and contemplation despite being more than a bit ruffled from the past twenty-four hours. After being picked up at Mabel’s house, she and Nora both refused further medical treatment in favor of a hot shower and change of clothes; the problem was that their place was trashed and no one wanted to seem to leave them alone to iron themselves out before coming to the station.
Georgia practically insisting that she drive Nikki to her own apartment to pick up clothes. Not wanting to let the cat out of the bag so to speak, Nora and her both silently agreed to go with the spare set of clothes they kept at work. The spare set that Nikki was currently in, a faded pair of old blue jeans and Tulane University Varsity Volleyball T-shirt. Not that she didn’t like her current attire, she just wished that her and Nora could have had a few minutes alone to discuss how to handle the current situation.
She looked over to where her lover was, hunched over a table looking at crime scene photos while swatting Dan’s hand from her shoulder. She would laugh if it didn’t hurt. Right now breathing pretty much just sucked, but there was nothing to be done about that unless she went to the hospital for medication. Nikki wasn’t going if Nora wasn’t. So there she leaned against the back wall looking over the tack board with a case against one of New Orleans largest crime families laid bare. The entire case, state and federal both, hinged on the testimony of one, Charles Jensen, who was thankfully moved promptly after she and Nora were found missing.
Sucking in her bottom lip, she winced as her tongue ghosted over the split in the flesh. Grateful to the pain worrying her bottom lip provided, she began putting her thoughts in order. One month ago Charles Jensen walked into the station house requesting to talk to a detective, Nikki was called downstairs to an interview. Inside sat a man with broad shoulders, well defined jaw and half dead eyes with him were documents and enough of a paper trail to back up his story on who and what The Ricci family were doing. Drugs, prostitution, laundering and because they needed to be as well rounded as possible, contract killing. If it was illegal then dollars to donuts the Ricci family had their thumb in the proverbial pie.
Not a week later, while she, Nora and Dan had seen to securing Jensen’s safety, in walked a federal prosecutor, whose name she couldn’t remember, and Special Agent Miles Osbourne. It seemed that after their involvement and the information needed to be shared did things truly start going south. Nikki tapped her right index finger to the unharmed tip of her nose. It’s not so much that things went south because of their involvement, it was that we weren’t able to keep the information secure. So is Osbourne right? Is there a leak here in the department?
“Ran into a friend of yours,” Georgia whispered next to her.
Nikki’s head swiveled left and she only winced a little from the movement. Her colleague’s posture mirrored her own. One leg bent and foot resting flat against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “And who was that?” she rasped, wincing at the sound of her own voice so soft.
“Darius. Black guy, nose ring, swagger and attitude to match,” the other detective answered.
Nikki raised an eyebrow and asked, “Where?”
“Nora’s apartment. He was coming to walk her dog.” Georgia shrugged and nodded in Nora’s direction. “He seemed pretty comfortable and far more worried about you than a C.I. should.” Georgia turned towards her co-worker and asked, “So why did you go to Nora’s after dropping me off?”
Well, shit. Nikki cast a quick glance to her partner and settled on a story quicker than it took her to blink. “We still had work to do. Fell asleep and the next thing I know, Nora’s nowhere to be seen, I’m tied to a chair in a fowl smelling basement and getting the shit smacked out of me.” She offered a lopsided grin and teased, “Truthfully after you get wailed on for a few hours, the memory of the previous day’s events gets a little hazy.”
Georgia swallowed recognizing it for what it was. “I would imagine that would affect your memory.” She paused and followed Nikki’s line of site to the other two detectives, Honscombe and LaRouche, talking just as quietly together as she and Nikki. Shaking off her mangled thoughts, she asked Nikki, “So what do you think?”
“Do you really want to hear this Georgia?” Nikki asked honestly. The brunette detective’s brain hadn’t honestly shut up as she tried to deflect Georgia’s casual interest and to be honest that casual interest could run asunder all the hard work she and Nora had put in to making their relationship work.
Georgia nodded slowly as Nikki watched her watch her lover and Dan. Running her un-bandaged hand through her damp hair she voiced her thoughts, “I think that maybe Osbourne wasn’t too far off the mark. Despite their holier-than-thou approach, they brought a lot of information our way. It wasn’t until the case Nora, Dan and I had so carefully constructed became more public amongst the department did we start having problems. Tell me, when was the first attempt on Jensen made?”
Georgia thought back and recalled the night Dan called her in, pissed off and shaken from the shoot out at the safe house in Poydras two weeks ago, shortly after the task force was assembled and mandated to work with Osbourne. “Right after me, Honscombe and LaRouche were pulled into this mess of a case.”
Nikki nodded and leaned over to shoulder into Georgia playfully. “Now tell me detective if this didn’t involve people that you trust your life with, what would you think?”
Georgia shook her head at Nikki’s thoughts. “I think your brain got knocked around a bit too much Beaumont.” Annoyed she shoved off against the wall she was resting on and banged the conference room door open, disappearing around the corner.
Nikki shook her head and pushed herself off the wall. Sliding up next to Nora, she briefly rested a hand on Nora’s exposed right hip. The skin jumped underneath her fingertips for the briefest of seconds before moving on to rest on the tabletop. “Anything new, sugga,” she purred to no one in particular.
Dan grinned at her, relief flooding his eyes for the millionth time that afternoon. For some reason he had been particularly worked up about the state Nikki and Nora were brought in on. Nora had to forcibly shove him out of the locker room so that the battered detectives could shower and change. “We’re just trying to find the weak link.”
Nikki nodded as Nora said, “The details of the case that Nate pulled from the Bureau before being completely locked out haven’t been that great of a help.” Nora pointed to a few Xeroxed warrants, financial statements and phone records. “The warrants haven’t helped. There’s not a whole lot that wasn’t handled by the book. We just can’t figure out how they knew Jensen was moved and how we were involved.”
Nikki’s jaw clenched and the now familiar ball of anger that existed in the pit of her stomach coiled tighter. She didn’t care so much that she’d been beaten and nearly assaulted, but as she looked at the purple, green and yellow hues of her lovers face, Nikki was so pissed that she didn’t doubt she could, literally, spit nails.
She wanted these bastards and she’d do what needed to be done to ensure their arrest and prosecution. She looked between Dan and Nora knowing that she needed them to hear her thoughts that she briefly exposed to Georgia. “I’ve got a few ideas. You two peas in a pod aren’t gonna like a one though,” she sighed.
Next>>>
