Round Robbin 13/16
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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)
A/N: Woohoo! Only 3 chapters left. This is a good thing ‘cause well, we get to the ending of a very fun project for myself and if they weren’t lying, the other authors in this piece =0P. It also means I go back to my regularly scheduled updates on my Nikki & Nora A.U. – that’s bad ‘cause I gots to get my behind in gear and finish up the rest of the next piece. So until then, read and enjoy and thank you!!!!
Ch. 13 – 1Shinyboat
Nikki watched her partner’s leg bounce up and down as they sat in midafternoon traffic. Nora’s right hand gripped the steering wheel while her left tapped a rhythm only she knew on the side of their car door. Reaching out, Nikki gently placed her hand on her lover’s right leg, stilling the movement. “Sugga, what are you so nervous about?”
Nora’s head whipped in Nikki’s direction. “You’re not nervous?” The blonde’s head shook in amazement. Here they were, waiting to pull one of the biggest con’s in NOPD history that was designed to ferret out not only two of the biggest crime bosses in their city, but also a rat that could come from anyone of three different law enforcement organizations. What the hell wasn’t there to be nervous about?
Nikki shrugged. She felt confident enough in her plan. It was shitty, she knew, using some of the key players like she was, but it was the only way to ensure that the right people got the wrong information.
“Alpha One, this is Rover Two, come in, over,” the C.B. radio crackled, startling both detectives.
Nikki picked up the microphone and spoke, “This is Alpha One, you’re clear, over.”
“We are en route. E.T.A. seven minutes. Over.”
“We’re in position. Rover One be ready in six, over,” Nikki ordered.
“We’re golden, Alpha One, over,” Rover One replied.
“Keep your eyes out everyone.” Nikki replaced the mike not bothering with the rest of the formalities that type of communication required.
“Keep your head down,” Nora snapped as she shoved Jensen in the back of the squad car.
The man spittered and sputtered as he was doubled over and tossed in the back of a car for the third time today. Nikki’s eyes scanned the area of the busy intersection. Nothing struck her as out of the ordinary and she was thankful for that. While neither she nor Nora had picked up on a tail, it didn’t mean that someone couldn’t be out there. Since they were the two with the golden goose, she was disinclined to take any chances or let her guard down for a fraction of a second.
“Clear!” Special Agent Dickerson bellowed just as Nora shut the back door of the squad car they signed out.
Taking her cue, Nikki gave a curt nod to the agent and slipped into the passenger’s seat. Nora’s door slammed shut and before she had a chance to buckle her seat belt, the car was already darting in and out of traffic. The brunette looked at Nora and she dipped her chin. Jensen wheezed in the back of the car and they both let out a small groan of annoyance. They had thought that he would be used to getting shuffled around by now, but the man was more nervous now than he was when he first came to them.
Nikki shook off her irritation and picked up the mike, “This is Alpha One, all units report in, over.”
“Rover One, we are green, over,” crackled through and they listened to the last three units reporting back. As she replaced the mike, Nikki finally allowed herself a moment to relax. After everything that happened, they were almost home free. They needed to drop Jensen off with his new security detail and wait.
Nikki leaned back and tried to stretch without causing too much discomfort. This action didn’t go unnoticed by her partner. “We should wrap your ribs later,” Nora said quietly. “They looked pretty bad earlier.”
“Hmm,” Nikki hummed and closed her eyes, lacing her fingers over her stomach, her reply was lazy, “Yes, well, that cheek of yours shoulda seen an x-ray machine. You get it looked at and I’ll get mine.”
Another grunt of aggravation slipped through full lips. “I’ll think about it.”
“All available units to the southwest corner of Chestnut and Second. Officer down, shots fired!” Dan’s voice boomed out of the radio.
Nikki’s eyes snapped open and she sat up straighter.
“Son of a bitch,” Nora hissed.
“No,” Nikki cut Nora’s train of thought off. “We need to get him to the drop point.”
A hand slammed down on the steering wheel as the other shot out and hit the lights and siren. “The sooner the better,” Nora relented as she depressed the gas pedal in the Interceptor. She sent a small, silent prayer to her old partner and the officers that were with him.
Nora’s jaw clenched tight as she slammed the door to the car. She heard Nikki follow her lead as they stormed through the station house.
“Delaney! Hey, what’s got your panties knotted up,” John O’Brien called after her.
“Not now,” Nikki answered from over her shoulder.
The detective held his hands up and let his two colleagues go. He knew better than to screw with Delaney or Beaumont when it looked like the hounds of Hell were nipping at their heels.
Nora pushed through a set of doors and into the task force room. “You dirty, rotten, piece of shit!” Nora bellowed as she reached for Det. Neal Honscombe and threw him over the conference room table.
Shouts of confusion and protest were let out and as another set of hands reached for Nora’s back, her partner stopped Rick from going any further with a well-placed shove. “Back off, Lot.”
“You’re a fucking disgrace,” Nora spit into Neal’s ear. “It’s a damn pleasure to say you’re under arrest.”
“I’m sorry,” Honscombe cried.
“What the fuck?” Rick questioned as the remaining two officers cleared the room.
“Departments plugging a leak,” Nikki answered as Rick looked between the room’s three other occupants.
“No shit?” Rick asked and winced as he watched Nora shove his friend into an office chair.
“Anyone ends up dead because of this, it’s on your hands,” Nora spat. “Nikki see if you can get an update.”
Not needing to be told twice, Nikki left the room as Nora began explaining what was happening to the clean detective.
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)
A/N: Woohoo! Only 3 chapters left. This is a good thing ‘cause well, we get to the ending of a very fun project for myself and if they weren’t lying, the other authors in this piece =0P. It also means I go back to my regularly scheduled updates on my Nikki & Nora A.U. – that’s bad ‘cause I gots to get my behind in gear and finish up the rest of the next piece. So until then, read and enjoy and thank you!!!!
Nikki watched her partner’s leg bounce up and down as they sat in midafternoon traffic. Nora’s right hand gripped the steering wheel while her left tapped a rhythm only she knew on the side of their car door. Reaching out, Nikki gently placed her hand on her lover’s right leg, stilling the movement. “Sugga, what are you so nervous about?”
Nora’s head whipped in Nikki’s direction. “You’re not nervous?” The blonde’s head shook in amazement. Here they were, waiting to pull one of the biggest con’s in NOPD history that was designed to ferret out not only two of the biggest crime bosses in their city, but also a rat that could come from anyone of three different law enforcement organizations. What the hell wasn’t there to be nervous about?
Nikki shrugged. She felt confident enough in her plan. It was shitty, she knew, using some of the key players like she was, but it was the only way to ensure that the right people got the wrong information.
“Alpha One, this is Rover Two, come in, over,” the C.B. radio crackled, startling both detectives.
Nikki picked up the microphone and spoke, “This is Alpha One, you’re clear, over.”
“We are en route. E.T.A. seven minutes. Over.”
“We’re in position. Rover One be ready in six, over,” Nikki ordered.
“We’re golden, Alpha One, over,” Rover One replied.
“Keep your eyes out everyone.” Nikki replaced the mike not bothering with the rest of the formalities that type of communication required.
“Keep your head down,” Nora snapped as she shoved Jensen in the back of the squad car.
The man spittered and sputtered as he was doubled over and tossed in the back of a car for the third time today. Nikki’s eyes scanned the area of the busy intersection. Nothing struck her as out of the ordinary and she was thankful for that. While neither she nor Nora had picked up on a tail, it didn’t mean that someone couldn’t be out there. Since they were the two with the golden goose, she was disinclined to take any chances or let her guard down for a fraction of a second.
“Clear!” Special Agent Dickerson bellowed just as Nora shut the back door of the squad car they signed out.
Taking her cue, Nikki gave a curt nod to the agent and slipped into the passenger’s seat. Nora’s door slammed shut and before she had a chance to buckle her seat belt, the car was already darting in and out of traffic. The brunette looked at Nora and she dipped her chin. Jensen wheezed in the back of the car and they both let out a small groan of annoyance. They had thought that he would be used to getting shuffled around by now, but the man was more nervous now than he was when he first came to them.
Nikki shook off her irritation and picked up the mike, “This is Alpha One, all units report in, over.”
“Rover One, we are green, over,” crackled through and they listened to the last three units reporting back. As she replaced the mike, Nikki finally allowed herself a moment to relax. After everything that happened, they were almost home free. They needed to drop Jensen off with his new security detail and wait.
Nikki leaned back and tried to stretch without causing too much discomfort. This action didn’t go unnoticed by her partner. “We should wrap your ribs later,” Nora said quietly. “They looked pretty bad earlier.”
“Hmm,” Nikki hummed and closed her eyes, lacing her fingers over her stomach, her reply was lazy, “Yes, well, that cheek of yours shoulda seen an x-ray machine. You get it looked at and I’ll get mine.”
Another grunt of aggravation slipped through full lips. “I’ll think about it.”
“All available units to the southwest corner of Chestnut and Second. Officer down, shots fired!” Dan’s voice boomed out of the radio.
Nikki’s eyes snapped open and she sat up straighter.
“Son of a bitch,” Nora hissed.
“No,” Nikki cut Nora’s train of thought off. “We need to get him to the drop point.”
A hand slammed down on the steering wheel as the other shot out and hit the lights and siren. “The sooner the better,” Nora relented as she depressed the gas pedal in the Interceptor. She sent a small, silent prayer to her old partner and the officers that were with him.
Nora’s jaw clenched tight as she slammed the door to the car. She heard Nikki follow her lead as they stormed through the station house.
“Delaney! Hey, what’s got your panties knotted up,” John O’Brien called after her.
“Not now,” Nikki answered from over her shoulder.
The detective held his hands up and let his two colleagues go. He knew better than to screw with Delaney or Beaumont when it looked like the hounds of Hell were nipping at their heels.
Nora pushed through a set of doors and into the task force room. “You dirty, rotten, piece of shit!” Nora bellowed as she reached for Det. Neal Honscombe and threw him over the conference room table.
Shouts of confusion and protest were let out and as another set of hands reached for Nora’s back, her partner stopped Rick from going any further with a well-placed shove. “Back off, Lot.”
“You’re a fucking disgrace,” Nora spit into Neal’s ear. “It’s a damn pleasure to say you’re under arrest.”
“I’m sorry,” Honscombe cried.
“What the fuck?” Rick questioned as the remaining two officers cleared the room.
“Departments plugging a leak,” Nikki answered as Rick looked between the room’s three other occupants.
“No shit?” Rick asked and winced as he watched Nora shove his friend into an office chair.
“Anyone ends up dead because of this, it’s on your hands,” Nora spat. “Nikki see if you can get an update.”
Not needing to be told twice, Nikki left the room as Nora began explaining what was happening to the clean detective.
Next>>>
