Night Out 2/7-- Unusuals Fanfiction
Surprisingly, Dr. Crumb accepted Casey’s clumsy invitation to a girls’ only night out of dancing and drinking. Casey could tell that Crumb knew that Delahoy had a hand in the invite and she was pretty sure that Crumb liked him just as much as he liked her since she was willing to play along. She also had a feeling that, like her, Monica Crumb had few female friends. On her way back to the bullpen, Banks asked if his girlfriend, Bridget, could join them at The Blaize as well since she had been bugging him about taking her to the popular night spot for weeks. Casey agreed and knew Nicole would be thrilled with a larger group to participate in the now not-so-dreaded female bonding event.
“You are not wearing that!” Nicole greeted Casey as she opened her apartment door to let in the sleekly dressed lawyer.
“Why not?” Casey asked, looking down at the black wide leg dress pants and tight, red, quarter length sleeved shirt she was wearing.
“Because, it looks too much like something you would wear to work or brunch. I have to be demure because I’m married, but you’re single. Sex it up!”
“Sex it up?” Casey repeated.
Nicole sighed and opened a large purse that Casey hadn’t yet registered she brought in with her and started dumping things out onto the couch.
“It’s a good thing I anticipated this and came prepared. Try this baby on,” Nicole said, flourishing a sparkly silver dress that was too short and low cut for Casey’s piece of mind.
“No way, I’d look like a Vegas act,” Casey protested.
“Put it on!” Nicole said, shoving the dress into Casey’s arms and pointing her to the back of her apartment where she assumed the bathroom was.
“Alright, but if you pull out a pair of hooker heels, this dress goes out the window and I’m going to rock a parka tonight,” Casey said, retreating from the woman who was pulling things out of her bag, Mary Poppins style.
“You got anything in there that would flatter a flat-chested, coroner?” Crumb asked.
Casey couldn’t help but grin when Nicole whipped out a pair of cutlets that could be stuffed into a bra.
“Oh, and I think the blue would do wonders in making a certain detective with a mustache only Burt Reynolds and Tom Selleck would love, crazy,” Nicole said, handing her something short, and silky which Crumb snatched up without complaint.
“Awesome and everyone loves moustaches. Reminds me of Magnum P.I.”
“I hate it when she’s right,” Delahoy said before taking a final, long pull from the bottle a beer he had been nursing all night.
“Huh,” Banks asked from the bar stool beside him.
“Shraeger. She said that we would be lame and boring, just sitting in some bar while they partied in that swanky club,” Delahoy said.
Jason shook his head in agreement and asked, “You actually want to go to The Blaize?”
“Hell no, I don’t dance unless I know for sure I’m going to get some at the end of the evening and Monica is not going to give me any supply room action in the foreseeable future,” Delahoy said.
“Man, you should have seen what Bridget was wearing when I dropped her off in front of the club. Tight pants and a tube top. I can’t believe I’m sitting here with you guys when I could be staring at that,” Banks said.
“Did you see Monica? Did she look hot? She better not pick up some guy there,” Delahoy said, his tone rising in slight panic.
Banks grinned, “Sorry man, but she was wearing this insane, little blue dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“Damn it!”
Banks laughed, “I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw Shraeger. She had on this sparkly dress that was way better then the hooker outfit she wore on her first day. The thing was low cut, backless and short. Someone’s on the prowl.”
Walsh couldn’t help but perk up when he heard his partner’s name mentioned. All he could picture was the dark little skin tight dress Casey wore when they first met and how she practically spilled out of it. Brown had later told him that she had made a lousy hooker and Walsh had replied that she didn’t look rode hard and put away wet like all the other women on the street did which made her stand out. What he didn’t say was that she looked too good, like an expensive porcelain doll in the middle of a flea market and people didn’t always know how to react to that. Johns wanted her but didn’t want to spoil her beauty or worse, find out that the beauty was just an illusion and be disappointed once it was gone. They wanted dirty and quick and that wasn’t Casey.
“Oh, sorry man,” Banks said and Walsh belatedly realized that he had been glaring at his co-worker.
“What?”
“I didn’t mean anything about what I said about Shraeger. I just meant that all our girls looked good,” Banks said.
“Our girls?” Walsh repeated.
“Come on, Walsh. Everyone but Casey knows that you got a thing for her and that was why you and Beaumont broke up,” Delahoy sighed.
“Even I knew that,” Alvarez said, taking his seat next to Walsh after coming out of the men’s room.
“Guys, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Casey is my partner, that’s it,” Walsh said.
“Right. You’re telling me that if she ever got a clue and jumped you, or did something equally naughty, you wouldn’t be thrilled,” Delahoy said, his voice laced with doubt.
Jason sighed, “Does everyone really know?”
“Sorry, but the way you and Beaumont were fighting, it was kind of hard not to hear some of it. You might as well have hung fliers. Shraeger seems to have remained clueless but knowing my wife, it won’t be for long,” Alvarez said.
“Fan-freaking-tastic. Just when I got her to stop with the girly talks about feelings,” Walsh said, rubbing his face with his hand.
“It could be worse. She could not want to talk to you at all and then you’d be like me. I would love to talk about my feelings with Monica at this point, hell, I would love to just talk to her without her fleeing the room like there’s a fire or a bee about to attack her,” Delahoy sighed.
“That club was amazing!” Bridget gushed, her head resting on Nicole’s shoulder.
Casey nodded in agreement which only made her surroundings spin even more. All four women were sitting, drunk, on a bus bench and Casey wondered what would happen if the bus came. Would they have to get on it? Where would it go?
She must have voiced those questions out loud because Monica answered her.
“It’s too late for the buses. I wish it could drop me off right in front of my apartment, though. I’m too wasted to walk far.”
Everyone agreed with her and she snuggled her head against Casey’s arm. Amazingly, Nicole seemed to be the least drunk and they were all leaning against her in order to remain somewhat stable. Casey stared at her lap to make sure her dress hadn’t ridden up causing her to flash her goods to the passing traffic and sighed, wondering how they were going to get home. Just when the idea of a cab flashed into her head, Nicole’s pants started to ring.
“Hey baby, you having a great time? Uh, huh. Oh. That’s too bad. We had a great time. Girls’ Night Out was a hit! Uh huh. Oh, nothing now. We’re sitting on a bench near the club and everyone else is too wasted to get themselves home. I’m getting ready to call a cab and after I pour them all in, I was going to make sure they all got tucked into their beds safely. You are? Great! See you soon, Sweetie. Bye.”
“That Eddie?” Casey asked, wincing as she heard herself slur a little.
“Yes. He and the guys aren’t too far from here and he said that they would help us get home, that way I’m not spending all night dragging you guys all over the city,” Nicole said, grinning at her posse.
“Eric’s coming?” Monica asked, her head sliding down Casey’s arm and landing on her lap as she curled up on the bench.
Casey smiled at Crumb, patted her arm and smoothed her hair, as though she were a child.
“Yup. Casey, make sure she’s not flashing her undies. Delahoy would freak if anyone but him saw them,” Nicole said as Casey tugged the hem of her friend’s dress down.
“Next time we all wear pants. If that Ass Hat had tried to stick his hand up my skirt one more time, I was going to shove the tooth pick from my martini olive right into his eye socket. And who dances like that? If I wanted to dry hump, I would have gone into the closet with Kevin McManess for seven minutes when we were freshman instead of sneaking out the bathroom window and running for my life,” Casey grumbled as Nicole laughed, clearly remembering that party.
“Was Ass Hat his first or last name?” a male voice asked in front of them.
“Leo!” Bridget yelled, launching herself at her boyfriend, almost knocking him off the curb and into traffic.
“Hey Bridge. Ladies,” Banks said, smirking at them.
“Hi guys. Sorry you didn’t have much fun and ignore Casey. She was having a great time, shaking it like there was no tomorrow until the tequila hit her. Jose seems to bring out her negativity,” Nicole said, holding out her hand for Alvarez to take.
He did and tugged her up so that she was standing, making Casey almost fall sideways on the bench seat so that she would have been laying on it like Monica. She felt a strong, warm hand brace her upper arm and hold her up. Looking up, she stared into Walsh’s blue eyes which were almost as bright as the smile he was giving her.
“Hi, Walsh,” she said, giving him a big, dopey smile.
“Casey. Is Crumb all right?” he asked.
Monica chose that moment to let out a light snore and Casey smiled at him while she stroked the coroner’s hair absently, “She’s just sleepy.”
“Well, I better get Sleeping Beauty home then,” Delahoy said as he grinned at the sight of Monica curled up and using Casey as a pillow.
Casey nodded, knowing that Monica really liked Delahoy since he was all she talked about all night long.
“She likes your mustache,” she said, nodding at him as she made her serious statement. “She disagreed with me when I said it made you look like a ‘70s porn star.”
“Oh, um, good,” Delahoy said, bending down to scoop Monica up bridal style.
Monica curled up against him, laying her face against his neck and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“Jason, you taking Casey home?” Nicole asked, her tone betraying another way that statement could have been taken which made him realize that everyone did know about his secret except for Casey.
“You bet. Come on Dancing Queen,” he said, grabbing her other arm and pulling her up into a standing position, thankful that she only swayed a bit.
After everyone paired up, they all went their separate ways. Walsh took off his jacket and put it around Casey’s shoulders to not only keep himself from staring but other guys that passed them on the sidewalk from gawking at the dress as well. Banks had been right, Casey looked hot.
“So, aside from Mr. Ass Hat, did you have a good time tonight?” Walsh asked her as they started to walk.
She nodded and stumbled a bit, giving Walsh the excuse the put his arm around her waist and pull her closer to him so she wouldn’t fall.
“It was so fun. We danced and we drank. And we danced,” Casey said, putting her own arm around his waist so she could use him to help balance herself. “What did you guys do?”
“Just what you said we would do. We hung out in a lame bar and complained like a bunch of old ladies. It was fun watching Delahoy pine for his lady love, though,” Walsh said, grinning at her.
Casey leaned closer to him as though she were telling a secret and since they were about the same height; Walsh couldn’t help but notice how close her lips were to his.
“I don’t think he’ll be pining for long. Monica’s got a thing for the ‘stache,” she said.
“Alejandro,” Walsh said, watching in fascination as his breath moved a small piece of hair away from her face.
Casey looked at him in confusion.
“Delahoy named his mustache Alejandro this week,” Jason explained, moving away from her a little but keeping a firm grip around her waist.
“Why does he change the name all the time?” Casey asked.
“He says every time he trims it, it looks different. This week it looks like an Alejandro. Next week, it could be Tony.”
“I guess we shouldn’t worry unless he starts giving it female names like Susie or Cheryl,” Casey said, laughing.
“Or if he starts naming it after on of us,” Jason replied.