Main | Fanfic | Nikki and Nora Index | New Stories One Steamy, Nameless Night in NolaFEEDBACK - Oh Yes Please -You can email docwho2000@hotmail.com Author: docwho2100 Disclaimer: Nikki & Nora are the property of Nancylee Myatt and Warner Bros. Television. No infringement intended. ----------------------------------- Authors' notes: There was this discussion about first meetings started by some people in the Ladycops livejournal community and the Nikki and Nora BB - and I read a couple of fics along the lines of them meeting before being partners and in a non-cop setting (I know I read a fanfic somewhere about them meeting at a bar, I am trying to find it again and give a shout out to it as it has a similar premise, if anyone reading this knows which one I mean, let me know so I can update with a mention of the story.) So here is my twist on those ideas and stories other have done; a possible first meeting between Nikki and Nora. The characterizations are a bit AU, but I went ahead and tweaked and pulled the ladies in this direction ; ) This has nothing to do or related to the other N & N stories I have written, this is just a quickie 2 parter, nothing fancy. Character thoughts appear between ~ ~ symbols Some possible music to go with the story: "Sleep Together" by Garbage, "What Would Happen If We Kissed" by Meredith Brooks and "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls ------------------------------------ One Steamy Nameless Night in Nola - part 1
Life was decidedly not a happy happening right now for Nora Delaney. She morosely ordered another drink; was it her third, fourth, sixth? It didn't matter. She'd eventually have the bartender help pour her into a cab. She had decided awhile ago tonight was not a night to be found sober. It'd started when she was told earlier in the day she'd been passed over for promotion to Detective. That was the "icing on the cake" as she had been dumped three days ago by her boyfriend and her brothers had been dogging her over some family issues. Mix all of that together and Nora had declared this to be "Un-Nora" day. She was sick of being herself. So for one night she was going to do everything that she normally would not be caught dead doing, thinking or instigating. She'd gone home so she could change out of uniform. Calling a cab, she picked a bar on the other side of town, far away from anyone she might know. She didn't want to run into someone who might remind her of "Nora-isms". Cause her to fall back into old habits and to just go home for the night par usual. No… tonight she wanted something different. Her mindset determined as she was half convinced it was her being herself and relying on her normal traits that had earnd her the denial, the fake smile and, "No worries Delaney, there'll be another rotation and set of openings in another three months, maybe six." She made a face and sipped her drink. Six months of listening to her brothers and family remind her of her failure. To coach her and offer good, sound advice that she should have followed earlier. It was always a contest in the Delaney household. "No, damnit, no more thinking like that. Tonight I'm…" She took a couple of gulps of her drink and then set the glass down. "I'm going to…" She waved down the bartender, asking for a pen. Once she had the writing implement, she snagged a napkin and began muttering to herself. "Tonight I am going to…" She started writing, the penmanship a bit shaky as she was deep into a buzz. "The next single person who sits down on the stool to my left I'm going to go for – no questions – no regrets – no hidden meanings or anything beyond a one night stand – no names – no nothing but one steamy nameless night in Nola." She put the pen down as if she had just exerted a great effort and picked up the napkin. She read what she had written and blushed a bit. She followed that with a puckered lips frown. Picking the pen back up, the blonde added a couple of exclamation points to drive the point home. "No waffling Delaney." She looked at the empty seat. "Just let go for once. Of course this is insane and will get you killed or diseased and is dangerous…" She dropped the napkin back down, grimacing. "The way my fucking luck is going the damn Nola Serial Killer will be out needing a Hurricane." Finishing her drink, she got off her chair, hanging her denim jacket on the back of the barstool as she waved the bartender over. "Can I get another one when I get back? Don't put it down before I return, ok?" She recalled the report that had gone out during a morning debriefing a few weeks ago about the rise of drugs in bars, unsuspecting victims tagged when they left a drink unattended. "Great, still on the job and always being a cop. Wonder if I can make it through a whole pee trip without thinking one cop thing?" She aimed the vitriolic comment at herself as she staggered a little and began weaving back toward the restrooms. ------------ Nikki Beaumont sighed as she aimlessly drove down a street. She knew she was lost, but didn't care. Realizing she should pull over before she caused an accident, she saw a small bar up ahead and pulled into the parking lot. Turning off her headlights, she rested her forehead on the steering wheel and willed herself not to cry once again. She'd spent the last six hours being told by almost everyone she knew how disappointed they were in her. Then there were the auditors and people she did not know whose facial expressions and comments had stung just as much. It wasn't really her fault. It was Paula's. But then Paula had managed to pull a hat trick by running off with all of the charity's funds, jeopardizing the case she was currently working on and dumping her for some bimbo blonde cheerleader. So much for being the hot young lawyer, following in her father's footsteps to take over his place at the law firm since he had moved into politics; now she was a social disgrace. The only position she was poised to take over was the one where everyone talked about her at the next year's worth of social functions. She would have to wear the false smile and play dumb as everyone took their turn making up stories about fictitious people who happened to have gone through the same set of circumstances as her. The stories a way to let people gossip and pass judgment while still feeling good about themselves. Why did everyone always expect so much; for her to be the good daughter. Always depended on to come through in the end and if Nikki Beaumont did not deliver the goods, she was deemed a social pariah. "Well fuck them all." She looked around and sat up straighter. "Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck. No social graces, foul-mouthed and rude, no walking the straight and narrow and setting an example for the public eye, and definitely no more socialite Nikki Beaumont." She hit the wheel with the heel of her hand to emphasize her proclamation. "I am done. I've been the good girl for much too long a time. It's time to let the bad girl out to play." She got out of the car in a huff, popping the trunk. Standing by the back of the car, she undid a few of the buttons on her blouse, pulling the cloth aside so her silk bra could easily be seen. She pulled a pair of black jeans from a bag in the trunk and began changing out of the dress pants she had on, not caring if anyone saw her and not giving a donkey's behind in hell what people might think. She completed her outfit with a pair of leather boots and a dark leather jacket. Still pulling on her new clothes a bit, she headed inside the bar, staying near the doorway for a few minutes to adjust to the surroundings and survey the place. She noticed it was fairly packed out, a mixture of classes and people. Some at tables in the middle, or at one of the two bars, a good number in the booths that ringed the outer walls of the place. Noting two empty seats at the end of one of the bars, she began making her way there, returning all of the looks and appraising sounds made as she weaved through the crowd. It took her a few minutes to get to her destination as her flirty, playful side was coming out in full bloom and she took advantage of every look, comment and touch that was sent her way. Ohhhhh yeah, this was going to be a good night. Nearing, she saw a jeans jacket on the back of one seat, so she took the empty seat on the left. She flirted a bit with the guy sitting next to her, ordering a long island ice tea as she bantered back and forth. She continued the charm when the guy's girlfriend came back, giving both equal treatment. She finally waved goodbye, offering a mock pout as the couple left. Nodding as the server left her drink, she turned, intending to pick a plaything from the crowd. A napkin with writing on the counter next to her caught her attention and she could not help but pick the item up, working to read the note in the dim light. Her dark eyebrows arched languidly upwards as she read the declaration. Her lips pushed out a bit as she considered the statement. Looking at the empty seat, Nikki wagged her finger back and forth a few times as she worked out she was sitting in the, "hot seat" according to the napkin. She took a few large drinks of her beverage as she replaced the napkin, contemplating this new found possibility. A very evil leer began to work its way across her face as she continued to ruminate and imagine possibilities. "How deliciously perfect," she purred. "One steamy night in Nola sounds exactly like what I need." contact: docwho2000@hotmail.com page last modified - June 5, 2009 graphics from www.eosdev.com |