Round Robin 4/16
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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)
A/N: This story was started by a prompt over at the boards…Nemo and Pbwr were kind enough to help entertain me and become the co-authors of this piece – thanks you two for the fun I had with this. I hope you two had as much. For the eventual readers of this, read and enjoy.
Ch. 4 – 1Shinyboat
Dougie took the soiled rag from his back pocket, mopped his sweat soaked face and neck then used it to wipe the blood, some his and some from the of the cop that he was working over, from his battered knuckles. Sometimes, he hated what he did. But, he shrugged and realized that some things you just fall into. He was always the biggest around. That ended up getting him money to enforce a few things for people. He was all brawn and very little brain.
His life simpled up when he realized that if just followed orders, most everything else would work itself out. In the twenty years he’d been used in the capacity like today, he’s never run into any problems at least none relating to his conscience. The way he figured was that he was just giving people what they truly deserved.
After all, he hadn’t met someone yet who didn’t deserve to die or at the very least get their teeth kicked in. Besides which, he was okay with being the arm of justice, even if it was fucked up justice.
The problem with all of his reasoning was presented to him in the two women he had bound in the basement of the abandoned house he used to do his work. The job had come like any other. Barry called him, gave him basic instructions on what info was needed, where to go, what to look for to get the job done.
The call to get here came in around eleven last night and when Parker and his pal, Sean, dropped off these two he decided to get to work. Dumping the blonde off in the holding room, he had brought the brunette down here to get the info he needed. His concern for the blonde wasn’t a lot. He was told the brunette had the information and was supposed to be his focus.
Only problem was, she wasn’t giving anything up. He had done this a lot over the years. Most break inside an hour. The real tough ones usually took no more than three hours to crack. He had been working the brunette, Nikki, over for nearly six.
The dumb bitch held out.
That had prompted a call to Barry to find out who the blonde was and if she could be used or if he was just to kill her. Barry said to do what needed to be done to get the information. So, Dougie, the way he figured was that since they were partners, he could use one against the other and see if that cracked either of them.
It had been two hours since he had brought the blonde down. It had been two hours with the blonde, who he found out was named, Nora, tied to another chair getting the living hell knocked out of her while Nikki looked on.
The basement stank. Between the fresher smells of blood and sweat, the older smells of others that came before Nikki and Nora made his nose twitch. He’d had people lose everything from their bowels to their stomach down here and it never seemed to matter how much Clorox he dumped on the floor. The fucking place still smelled.
Now, breathing heavy, hands sore, he scratched at his chin, removed his glasses to clean off the spatter of blood and sweat from the lenses and was at a complete loss. Thinking wasn’t a strong suit, Dougie was willing to admit that he lacked in the brains department, but even then, he knew enough that these two weren’t going to give it up so easily.
It was frustrating.
Moreover, his confusion at their constitution deepened when Nora spoke through two busted lips and a nasty looking busted cheek. “How ‘bout this,” Nora slurred a little, “I’ll tell you wat you want, but you have to let her,” her head motioned towards her partner, “go. I wanna know she’s safe before I talk to ya.”
It was at that point that Dougie started to have issues. He’s had two, hell three people down here at a time. Guys and girls that had worked together but in the end, they had always cracked to save themselves. Not like they were gonna be saved. Once the information was given, he usually shot them on the spot. Easier that way. No muss, no fuss and the cleanup was eaiser…gators loved a good body to eat.
Nikki had started to protest as soon as Nora had started speaking and Dougie just starred between the two of them. It was a first for him in twenty years and damn it to hell and back he didn’t know what to do about it. So he tried the only thing he knew.
“You tell me what you know dumplin’ and I’ll not pop her in front of you,” he threatened.
He watched a silent exchange go between the two and shook his head before Nora answered, “She dies and I’ll bite off my own damn tongue so I can’t talk. Let her go, ensure her safety and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
He starred into her green eyes then. Well, eye, one eye was swollen shut from multiple hits with his fist. He starred at her and knew that she was telling the truth. And now, well, now Dougie was stuck ‘cause ain’t anyone ever offered to stay with him so that another could go.
It was that that made him falter. It was that that made him question if these two actually deserved what he was putting them through. It also led to the only other obvious question…
What the fuck was Dougie LeBou gonna do about it?
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: This story was started by a prompt over at the boards…Nemo and Pbwr were kind enough to help entertain me and become the co-authors of this piece – thanks you two for the fun I had with this. I hope you two had as much. For the eventual readers of this, read and enjoy.
Dougie took the soiled rag from his back pocket, mopped his sweat soaked face and neck then used it to wipe the blood, some his and some from the of the cop that he was working over, from his battered knuckles. Sometimes, he hated what he did. But, he shrugged and realized that some things you just fall into. He was always the biggest around. That ended up getting him money to enforce a few things for people. He was all brawn and very little brain.
His life simpled up when he realized that if just followed orders, most everything else would work itself out. In the twenty years he’d been used in the capacity like today, he’s never run into any problems at least none relating to his conscience. The way he figured was that he was just giving people what they truly deserved.
After all, he hadn’t met someone yet who didn’t deserve to die or at the very least get their teeth kicked in. Besides which, he was okay with being the arm of justice, even if it was fucked up justice.
The problem with all of his reasoning was presented to him in the two women he had bound in the basement of the abandoned house he used to do his work. The job had come like any other. Barry called him, gave him basic instructions on what info was needed, where to go, what to look for to get the job done.
The call to get here came in around eleven last night and when Parker and his pal, Sean, dropped off these two he decided to get to work. Dumping the blonde off in the holding room, he had brought the brunette down here to get the info he needed. His concern for the blonde wasn’t a lot. He was told the brunette had the information and was supposed to be his focus.
Only problem was, she wasn’t giving anything up. He had done this a lot over the years. Most break inside an hour. The real tough ones usually took no more than three hours to crack. He had been working the brunette, Nikki, over for nearly six.
The dumb bitch held out.
That had prompted a call to Barry to find out who the blonde was and if she could be used or if he was just to kill her. Barry said to do what needed to be done to get the information. So, Dougie, the way he figured was that since they were partners, he could use one against the other and see if that cracked either of them.
It had been two hours since he had brought the blonde down. It had been two hours with the blonde, who he found out was named, Nora, tied to another chair getting the living hell knocked out of her while Nikki looked on.
The basement stank. Between the fresher smells of blood and sweat, the older smells of others that came before Nikki and Nora made his nose twitch. He’d had people lose everything from their bowels to their stomach down here and it never seemed to matter how much Clorox he dumped on the floor. The fucking place still smelled.
Now, breathing heavy, hands sore, he scratched at his chin, removed his glasses to clean off the spatter of blood and sweat from the lenses and was at a complete loss. Thinking wasn’t a strong suit, Dougie was willing to admit that he lacked in the brains department, but even then, he knew enough that these two weren’t going to give it up so easily.
It was frustrating.
Moreover, his confusion at their constitution deepened when Nora spoke through two busted lips and a nasty looking busted cheek. “How ‘bout this,” Nora slurred a little, “I’ll tell you wat you want, but you have to let her,” her head motioned towards her partner, “go. I wanna know she’s safe before I talk to ya.”
It was at that point that Dougie started to have issues. He’s had two, hell three people down here at a time. Guys and girls that had worked together but in the end, they had always cracked to save themselves. Not like they were gonna be saved. Once the information was given, he usually shot them on the spot. Easier that way. No muss, no fuss and the cleanup was eaiser…gators loved a good body to eat.
Nikki had started to protest as soon as Nora had started speaking and Dougie just starred between the two of them. It was a first for him in twenty years and damn it to hell and back he didn’t know what to do about it. So he tried the only thing he knew.
“You tell me what you know dumplin’ and I’ll not pop her in front of you,” he threatened.
He watched a silent exchange go between the two and shook his head before Nora answered, “She dies and I’ll bite off my own damn tongue so I can’t talk. Let her go, ensure her safety and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
He starred into her green eyes then. Well, eye, one eye was swollen shut from multiple hits with his fist. He starred at her and knew that she was telling the truth. And now, well, now Dougie was stuck ‘cause ain’t anyone ever offered to stay with him so that another could go.
It was that that made him falter. It was that that made him question if these two actually deserved what he was putting them through. It also led to the only other obvious question…
What the fuck was Dougie LeBou gonna do about it?
Next>>>
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Date: 2011-08-30 03:56 am (UTC)