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Title: Near Life Experience
Disclaimer: Not my characters – except for one or two. The rest of the ladies and gentleman contained herein belong to entities with a higher pay grade. Thanks for allowing li’l ole me to play; I promise to return them as I found them…just like the tools I borrowed from dad when I was a kid. Also, this is unbeta’d so…mistakes are really all me. Sorry about that.
Fandom: Nikki & Nora
Pairing: Nikki/Nora
Rating: PG-13-ish, there are some adult concepts and themes, but nothing too over the top.

Summary: Nikki's not really "Nikki" and Nora's sings a different tune.

A/N: I've been absent. Between moving, a new job and a 6 hour commute for a month, it's been a bit crazy. Life's starting to right itself so I thought I'd get this up and running to motivate me more.

Aside from above, this story is an A.U.-like really A.U. The two aren't a working two and don't each other, yet. Dan's still Nora's partner and Nikki, well, you'll see. Read, enjoy. Church has started so I'll be there.



Ch. 5 – She Could Care Less



Every major muscle group in my legs burns.

The sound of sneakers slapping against concrete develops a rhythm. At least it does when Dan drags me out to go running with him.

A little known fact—I hate running. It’s great exercise and all, but I hate it.

This morning reinforces that fact as he pushes me along inching past our five mile marker, a convenience store on the corner of Essex and Declan. I gasp a sigh of relief as the sweat drips from the top of my head. Dan begins to slow down to a light jog and we catch out breaths, beginning the cool down before we finish off the return trip.

“You’re,” he huffs, “doing better.”

“I don’t know why,” I suck in a lungful of air, “you make me come with you.”

“Misery loves company, partner.” Dan grins at me and I lash out, cuffing him on the back of his sweaty bald head.

Ass.

“I need a favor,” I say as he rubs the back of his head.

His lip twitches up in a smirk. “You shouldn’t smack people you need favors from.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t get a choice here, Daniel,” I let his full name roll off my tongue. This slows us down to a walk. My hands go to my hips and I shake out the tingling in my legs.

“Whatcha need?” he asks. His hands raise and lace above him to rest palms down on top of his head. The grey shirt he’s wearing is dark in patches wear he’s sweated through.

Gross.

“I’m going to need you take Michelle off my hands tomorrow,” I tell him. It’s not like this should come as a surprise. When we haven’t been discussing work, Dan’s been listening to me recount the details of my date with Nikki.

I like her. I really like her and…

“Nor, is this ‘cause of the stripper?” he asks, eyes narrowing at my flushed face.

“Yes, it is. I like Nikki. I’d like to see where we can go…”

“Nowhere, Nora, you aren’t going to be able to go anywhere,” he interrupts me and motions for us to sit on an unoccupied bus stop bench.

“You don’t know that,” I say as I collapse on to the concrete slab.

He frowns and tries again, “Look, I’m not saying because she’s a stripper that that’s…no, wait, I guess I am. I mean, I’m not judging her or whatever. She seems to like it. I just don’t know at the end of it, if you’re going to be able to handle that, Nora.”

The concern’s evident, but it’s really none of his concern of whether or not I’m going to be able to handle it or not. I think I will be. “Don’t think it really concerns you, Dan.”

“It does. You concern me, ergo, she concerns me and her occupation and your reaction are things I will have to deal with.” He smiles at me, sort of sweetly.

It’s not sweet enough to dampen my annoyance. “Look, just take Michelle off my hands. I don’t think it’s right, to Nikki or to Michelle, if they think I’m seeing other people.”

“So you want to see Nikki only?” Dan asks a little louder to be heard above the passing tow truck. He looks out over Essex, scanning the light traffic this morning.

“I do.” I frown and remember the not so fun portion of our date. I didn’t mean to kill the mood when I mentioned the birthday dinner. I was actually really close to asking Nikki along, but…it’s too soon and well, she’s still…

“Why?” Dan interrupts me, slinging his arm over the back of the bench and flicking my left shoulder.

I shrug. “I like her. I think I deserve—she deserves to be given a fair shot. Something about her tells me she hasn’t gotten a lot of them. She’s funny, quick on her feet, she makes me smile,” I admit easily enough.

“She ain’t bad on the eyes…” Dan sing-songs.

I shrug. “Yeah, but…” I fidget with the hem of my tank top and keep my focus in front of me. “It’s more than that. Looks aside, which I won’t complain out, there’s something between us. Something strong enough for me to overlook her occupation and find out what we can be together.”

“Okay, I got your back here.” He stands quickly and hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “Last one to the station has to finish off paperwork for the week.”

I get no time to respond as he takes off around the bench and back the way we came.

“Asshole!” I holler and start to sprint after him.

He’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’m going to be stuck doing his paperwork the rest of the week.




“Are we still on?” I read the text message and smile. At least she’s been thinking about me.

“Yep,” I reply quickly, set my phone back on my desk and go back to building my paperclip chain. Dan’s across from me, hunched over his keyboard, jabbing at the keys. “Any questions, detective?”

He glances up at me and scowls.

I offer him a little wave of my fingers and shrug. “You shouldn’t have messed with the bull…”

“’Cause she’s full of shit!” Georgia chimes in from her own desk beside mine.

We all snicker.

“You get the horns,” her partner, Ryan Gauthrie, tuts from next to Dan. His face is pinched in an annoyed frown. “Why do you three have to be so…”

“Hey,” Dan pipes in, “Not our fault your virgin ears and Mormon sensibilities can’t handle the heat…”

“And you know what they say, Ryan,” I remind him. “If you can’t take the heat, get your ass out of the kitchen.” I wiggle my eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

Truthfully, Ryan’s not a bad guy. Transferred from Utah a year ago. He sticks out like sore thumb among the other detectives in S.C.U., but he’s a good cop. That keeps him from getting screwed with more than it would if he were an asshole. That and his wife makes the best damn coffee cake I’ve ever tasted.

On the other hand, Jeremy Chastain, Drew Walsh’s partner, gets most of our misplaced annoyance. Chastain’s a straight up jerk. I just hope I’m here when he comes in to his desk drawers being nailed shut. I grin at the thought. Bastard should have backed Drew up in Georgia and Ryan’s take down last week. Instead, he throws Drew under the bus to cover up his own fuck up by not following his partner.

I toe the gym bag further under my desk. The handle and part of the chord for the staple/brad gun sticking out of the overfull bag.

“It’s okay, Gauthrie,” Georgia soothes her partner, “I’ll still work with you.”

Ryan shakes his head and goes back to his reports.

Georgia shoots me a wink as my phone buzzes. Nikki’s reply asks me how my day is going. My left fingers drum across the desktop as my right thumb hovers over the screen to reply. Looking around, I reply truthfully, “Kind of boring. Your’s?”

Her response is much quicker this time, “Not bad. I’m sure your day will improve later. In fact, I’ll guarantee it.”

“And how will you do that?” I reply, a grin creeping up my face.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” she responds. “BTW, what are you cooking me?”

“Take out, pick your ethnicity and I’ll order us up some mean supper.”

“Not cooking?” I read the quick response.

“You don’t want me in a kitchen.” I send back.

“Oh, sugga, I’d take you just about anywhere you’d let me. Kitchen, floor, shower, backseat…”

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks at her response. Tugging at the collar of my t-shirt, I blow the bangs out of my eyes.

“Delaney, Harney, I need to see you guys for a second,” Lt. Badlani materializes next to Dan and me. Tall and rail thin, with thinning gray hair, his face doesn’t tell me anything about why he needs to see us.

Damn.

Dan and I exchange a quick look and I lock my phone, set it down and stand, following our boss. His office is on the small side, the fact that he managed to fit three chairs and his desk in here still impresses me. I think my bathroom is larger than this.

“Go ahead and leave the door open,” Badlani says, halting Dan from closing the door all the way. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been asked to have you two temporarily reassigned to another division. You’ll need to hand off your opens cases to the team.” He settles behind his desk and pushes the sleeves of his grey button down up. “Monday, I expect you two to report to Central and meet with Commander Delaney.”

“Ah,” Dan sighs. “We’re on Daddy’s assignment.”

“Harney,” Badlani snips.

“Stuff it, Dan. You’re just as much a part of my family as I am,” I bark.

“This didn’t come from your father, Nora. He’s just taking point for your integration onto the task force.” Badlani eyes us up. “From what’s been passed on down the line, it’s a federal case. They need to play nice with us plebs if they’re gonna play in our sandbox. You two were lucky enough to pull the babysitting job.” His lips thin out in a smile.

It’s not a good one.

“Go pass off your work, take your licks and get out of here ‘till Monday,” he barks his final orders and shoos us from his office.

I can feel the rumble of discontent start in my chest. Dan must hear it too. He clamps one of his massive paws over the top of my bicep and drags me backwards out of the office. The only thing I manage is a squeak of protest before he snaps, “Shut your pie hole, partner. It’s not his fault.”

We make it halfway to our desks before I shake him off. “Doesn’t mean I can’t bitch.” I tug my shirt down and roll my shoulders all while managing to glare at him.

He rolls his eyes and points to my phone. The display is lit up and he says, “Your lady friend looks to be blowin’ you up.” He makes a fake gun from his thumb and index finger and pretends to shoot my phone.

I look down and see the partially displayed message from Nikki, “Did I break you? If I’d known it…” I laugh at her teasing and look over to my partner. “Why don’t you start shoveling off our scraps and shut your pie hole.”

Giving a mock salute, Dan gathers the few cases we have on our list and heads over to Walsh’s and Chastain’s desk. Georgia is snickering as Chastain tugs on his top drawer. A look of pure confusion and annoyance clouding his boorish face. Ryan’s grin is hidden behind the coffee mug we got his first week that reads, ‘World’s Sexiest Mormon.’

Snickering, I unlock my phone and reply to Nikki while a series of cruse words in English and Creole are let loose behind me, “I’ll be done here soon. My place in an hour?” I hit send and then respond to her last message. “And no, you didn’t break me. My boss needed to talk to me. It’ll take a bit more than a few suggestions from you to break me.”

The reply comes just as Dan crosses back over to talk to Ryan and Georgia. “Text me your address.” I’m about ready to send it to her when another text comes through. “I figured, but just so we’re clear when I break you, gorgeous, you’ll thank me afterwards.”

I feel my cheeks and neck flush as I read. Clearing my throat I lock my phone and slip it into my pocket. I think it’s time to go home. Gathering my keys and bag, I notice Ryan looking at me, a light eyebrow cocked in question.

I shrug and say quietly, “Hot date.”

He nods approvingly and says I pass, “Treat the lady right, Delaney.”

“Always do,” I say patting him on the shoulder as he watches Chastain fuss and fit behind me.






My eyes sweep over the living room. With my hands on my hips, I scan the only place that is of serious concern to me—the book case that has a shelf dedicated to family photos. Striding over, I scan them and sigh.

All of them need to go.

All of them showcase one of us in uniform. If it’s not me, it’s Kira. If it’s not Kira, it’s Dad…or all of us…or us with Dan or my cousins or my aunt. All of them in their dress blues if they’re in a photo. Scowling, I pluck them from the shelf and head towards the hall closet.

It’s not like I’m embarrassed by my family. Actually, I’m really proud of them. I just…gnawing at my lower lip, I slip them on an open space on the built-in shelving unit.

I don’t want her to freak out. For some reason, the only girls that seem to be interested are the ones that think it’s “hot” or the ones that get freaked and break it off when they find out. Given what she does…knowing she knows people that I’d probably arrest…I’d rather hold off on telling her.

Or not tell her at all if tonight flops and we decide to not do…whatever it is that we’re doing.

It’d be nice to be judged on being myself then being judged on being my job. It is a large part of who I am, but so is being a girl, owning the Camino and being gay. All parts are important to me, but they aren’t the sum.

I shut the closet door and do another scan of my home. Everything’s in order. The food’s in the oven keeping warm and I even managed to get cleaned up before Nikki gets here. I rub my palms along my thighs to rid them of their dampness. I can’t tell if I’m nervous or excited…

Maybe both.

It’s not like I expect Nikki and I to sleep together, contrary to Dan’s perverse fantasies of how I spend my time when not working.

Three soft wraps pull my attention to the front door. I glance down into the face of the oversized Special Forces watch my dad got me when I made detective and see that she’s on time. My cheeks puff out and I let out a slow breath. “Coming,” I call out as I head for the door.

“Not yet,” Nikki says behind my front door and gives off a titter.

“Too easyyy…” I trail off as I open the door to let her in. I freeze, my hand tightens on the knob, and I lose most higher brain function.

I’ve never been one for clichéd fantasies. Just like porn, they seem cheap and tawdry by my standards. I get more turned on by a woman that leaves more to the imagination and then lets me take my time unwrapping and/or figuring her out. But this…

Nikki standing at my front door in some incredibly high heels, accentuating the sleek, smooth, toned calves and well-muscled, creamy thighs that disappear under a mid-thigh length tan trench coat…

She may have just converted me.

My gaze travels north, over the swell of her hips emphasized by the belt of the coat cinched at her waist. The only visible article of additional clothing is a tie. I tilt my head to the side at the figure of Supergirl and her logo patterned on the accessory. As I look up, her eyes are bright and playful. A smirk teases the edges of her full lips.

“Oh, sugga, you really should see your face right now,” she purrs stepping forward and pressing against me. Her hands loosen the knot of the tie and she slips it off over her head, allowing the collar of the coat to fall open a little. It exposes only smooth skin. She pulls the tie over my head and pecks my cheek. “For my hero.”

“You…what…clothes?” I finally squeak as she presses passed me and slips into my home.

I manage to turn around and shut the door just as she starts to undo the belt of her coat. Her laughter is light as she shakes her head and says, “You didn’t think I’d be that easy, did you?” The ends of the belt fall to her sides as the coat spills open revealing shorts and a soft green tank top.

I flush, the heat radiating off my cheeks, neck and ears.

She takes her liberties, hanging the coat on a hook where I keep a few of my own jackets. “It smells wonderful, what did you order?”

“I, uh…” I stammer and follow her in to my house. Her hips swing their way towards the kitchen. My place isn’t that big and the living room and dining area are all one open space. A high counter separates the kitchen from the dining area.

“Words, Nora dear. We use them, sometimes to communicate or to convey thoughts, emotions, wants, desires…” she trails off, her voice deepening as she spins in my direction.

The tease breaks her spell. My head snaps in her direction, a frown firmly planted on my face. “You’re cruel,” I state and jab a finger in her direction.

Her right shoulder gives a little shrug as she pokes her nose in the oven. “Have to start breaking you in,” she says with her back to me as she shuts the oven door. “Italian, nice choice.”

“Safe choice,” I correct her with a smile. “I wasn’t sure what you would like, but I don’t know anyone that doesn’t like Italian so…” I lean against the counter top and lace my fingers together, resting them on my stomach.

“So, am I good enough to get the nickel tour?” she asks stepping in front of me.

I move my hands and use my right to take hold of her left. “I’ll give you the grand tour.” I spin us so that we’re both facing the living and dining room. “This is the sitting room, den, guest room, dining room and private library.” I tug her along and point out the closed closet, “Utility room.” I move us passed it and into the bedroom. “Here we have the bedroom, master bath, guest bath and walk-in closet.”

Really, my apartment isn’t huge.

“Seven hundred square feet of pure luxury,” I joke and turn towards her.

“Hmm, it’s cute,” she says playing with the ring on my right finger.

“Cute?” I scoff and press my left hand to my chest. “I don’t do ‘cute’ woman.”

“I beg to differ, Supergirl.” She gives a tug at the tie still hanging around my neck. “You do cute quite well.”

“Uh-huh, well…” I pause, not sure how exactly I can argue with her when she’s looking at me with those big brown eyes.

“Come on,” she urges, using the tie to lead me back into the living area. “I’m famished and you promised me food.”

“I did,” I say as I pry her hand off the tie and motion her to sit down at the little table sitting in front of the counter. “Sit. I’ll grab the food. I have water, sweet tea and beer. Which would you like?”

“Tea, please,” she says tucking a lock of her thick hair behind her ear.

I nod and turn towards the kitchen.

“How was your day?” I ask making polite conversation while I pull the warm containers from the oven.

“Okay, I was at the club earlier today going over some routines with a new girl,” she answers.

I spoon out the pasta and put the salad from the fridge into two small bowls. I grab the pitcher of tea and make my way to the table. “You have to work tonight, right?”

As I round the corner, Nikki stands and takes the tea from my hands. “I do. I have to leave here at eight thirty, if I want to be there at nine.”

Spinning back to grab the food, I say, “That’s not too bad. How long do you have to work?”

“Two or when business start to die down. Geno’s pretty good about closing down if it starts to get too slow. No point in keeping his dancers there if there’s no one coming in the door.”

“Makes sense,” I agree and balance the two plates and two bowls in my hands and forearms.

“What about you?” she asks as I approach the table and set the food down. “Anything exciting happen?”

“Not really,” I say, giving her a half-truth. It wasn’t super exciting at work. The only thing I have to tell is about me and Dan getting pulled on to the task force, but it’s not like I can tell her that.

She gives off a little laugh as she looks over the food. Her gaze travels my way and she reaches to tug on the tie I keep forgetting is there. “It looks good on you.”

I look down and shake my head. “Supergirl? Really?”

“I was going to go with Batwoman, but she’s a brunette. Besides, I sort of had my first lady crush on Helen Slater,” she admits and pokes her tongue out at me.

I cock an eyebrow at the admission. “So you have a long standing thing for blondes?”

“Maybe.” She cocks her eyebrow, mirroring my expression. “Or maybe I have a thing for girls who know how to treat a girl right.”

“I don’t remember Supergirl ever hooking up with another girl.”

“She didn’t, but I’d imagine that if she did, she’d almost be as sweet as you.” She taps the tip of her finger on my nose and begins to dig in.

I bite my lower lip as she takes her first bite. I sigh.

Well, at least I know tonight isn’t a flop. My gut was right. Nikki’s gonna be worth the risk.

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Date: 2012-11-03 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wkgreen.livejournal.com
I have a bad feeling about the Taskforce!! It is going to get in the way of their developing relationship!!

Waiting for more :)

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