kinda like a delorean...only not
title: Disturbed
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: pg
characters: Deaq, Van
word count: 321
notes: decided to dig up part of the fic family tree. originally posted 3/15/04 (ff.net), edited 3/12/10. ah, nostalgia.
Deaq rode the elevator up to Van's room cursing annoying partners who needed to invest in a Rolex. He strolled over to the door and knocked, half expecting his partner to come bustin’ out before his knuckles hit the wood. But there was no answer.
He knocked louder. Still nothing. Van hadn't answered any of Billie's calls, and now he wasn't answering the door? Something was definitely up. Deaq tried the handle and found it unlocked.
If I go in there and he's with some girl, I'll kill him.
Lord knows, the last thing he needed this morning was to see Van’s skinny white ass. There were some things partners just didn’t need to know. Unfortunately, there was always the possibility Van might be with some psycho hell-bent on revenge because of a bust, especially the way things had been going lately.
"Better safe than sorry," Deaq muttered. He drew his gun and pushed the door open with his foot; there were no signs of Van, but there wasn’t anything indicating he needed to be worried either.
He made his way farther into the suite and caught muffled sounds coming from the door to his left. Please don't let me walk in on Van and his girl of the week, Deaq prayed silently.
Turning the doorknob softly, Deaq nudged open the door. He was assaulted by Gloria Gaynor belting out "I Will Survive." Stepping into the room, he was given a front row seat to Van: dancing around with eyes closed, singing falsetto into a hairbrush. In his underwear.
Deaq choked back the laughter that threatened to give him away. He walked over to the stereo and pushed the 'stop' button on the cd player. Van, however, went through two more 'I will survive's before he noticed the music had stopped.
"Wha…?" Van started, opening his eyes. "I. You. I…"
"I should've changed that stupid lock," Deaq sang at his partner.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: pg
characters: Deaq, Van
word count: 321
notes: decided to dig up part of the fic family tree. originally posted 3/15/04 (ff.net), edited 3/12/10. ah, nostalgia.
Deaq rode the elevator up to Van's room cursing annoying partners who needed to invest in a Rolex. He strolled over to the door and knocked, half expecting his partner to come bustin’ out before his knuckles hit the wood. But there was no answer.
He knocked louder. Still nothing. Van hadn't answered any of Billie's calls, and now he wasn't answering the door? Something was definitely up. Deaq tried the handle and found it unlocked.
If I go in there and he's with some girl, I'll kill him.
Lord knows, the last thing he needed this morning was to see Van’s skinny white ass. There were some things partners just didn’t need to know. Unfortunately, there was always the possibility Van might be with some psycho hell-bent on revenge because of a bust, especially the way things had been going lately.
"Better safe than sorry," Deaq muttered. He drew his gun and pushed the door open with his foot; there were no signs of Van, but there wasn’t anything indicating he needed to be worried either.
He made his way farther into the suite and caught muffled sounds coming from the door to his left. Please don't let me walk in on Van and his girl of the week, Deaq prayed silently.
Turning the doorknob softly, Deaq nudged open the door. He was assaulted by Gloria Gaynor belting out "I Will Survive." Stepping into the room, he was given a front row seat to Van: dancing around with eyes closed, singing falsetto into a hairbrush. In his underwear.
Deaq choked back the laughter that threatened to give him away. He walked over to the stereo and pushed the 'stop' button on the cd player. Van, however, went through two more 'I will survive's before he noticed the music had stopped.
"Wha…?" Van started, opening his eyes. "I. You. I…"
"I should've changed that stupid lock," Deaq sang at his partner.
- end