FF: Femslash-Land Police Department # 4
Fandoms: Once Upon a Time, CSI, Warehouse 13, SVU, Lost Girl, Nikki & Nora etc.
Pairings: Myka/Helena, Alex/Olivia (in this part) and many others.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, but life happens.
The Mayor was fuming. She'd left the Sheriff's Department and taken a leisurely stroll around town, expecting to 'accidentally' bump into the new deputies, but instead she'd been ambushed by an obviously deranged Alex Cabot and subjected to ten minutes of rabid accusations of impropriety and gross misconduct aimed at the very women she'd been hoping to meet.
"Enough!" She was getting a headache. "What do you mean, you found them in the nearest bar?"
"They were in the Lazy Lizard," said Alex. "Not even noon and they were already downing shots and carousing with women of the night."
Regina's eyebrow twitched. "Women of the night?" She didn't know whether to lead with the obvious - if it was before noon, they were hardly women of the night, day, maybe, but definitely not night dwellers - or the simple fact that having a police force and judiciary the size of Femslash-Land's had chased the last prostitute from the area more than ten years before. "Do you mean Bo Whatshername, the sex therapist, because I've seen her credentials and she's fully certified."
"What? No." Alex lost her train of rant. "They come waltzing into town," she said, feeling the need to reiterate the main point of her argument, "and think they own the place. It's not enough that they're taking jobs away from hardworking Femslash-Landians, but now they're going after our women!"
The Mayor's head was starting to throb and she was quickly coming to the conclusion that the new deputies were more trouble than they were worth. "Firstly," she said, wanting to derail the ADA's rant once and for all, "Femslash-Land has a zero unemployment rate, and not a single person answered the add for the vacant deputies posts, which is why the Sheriff, District Attorney and myself decided to advertise nationally." She hated having her decisions questioned by an underling or anyone else for that matter. "Secondly, you and Olivia broke up, get over it!"
***
Sofia and Emma had escaped the insanity of the bar and headed for the nearest safe haven, which happened to be a small antique shop on the opposite side of the road. Neither woman was particularly interested in hundred year old tea strainers but anything was better than the barrage of questions and indecent proposals they had received from the bar's patrons; although Emma had made a note of the more salacious proposals for later consideration.
Two women sat behind an old scarred desk, one reading aloud and the other watching her with rapt fascination, a smile of adoration on her face. The reader, an upper-class English woman from her accent, was the first to spot their arrival, but she continued, a slight nod of greeting her only outward sign of recognition, until she had finished the chapter and slowly closed the book. "Good morning, ladies, how can we help you?"
The second woman blinked several times, as if in a daze, before turning to smile at the newcomers. "You must be the new deputies," she said, confirming Natalia's earlier assertion that everyone in town knew who they were.
"That's right," said Emma. "I'm Emma Swan and this is Sofia Curtis," she added, pointing unnecessarily at Sofia, "and we just wanted to have a look around town and introduce ourselves to the local business owners." She felt like she was intruding, somehow, despite the 'Open' sign on the door.
"It's lovely to meet you," said the reader, "I'm Helena Wells and this is my partner, Myka Berring." She smiled tenderly at Myka before reaching out to shake the deputies' hands.
"Nikki used to drop by all the time," said Myka, as she extended her own hand to be shook, "and Nora would stop by every now and then to drag her out before she spent her entire salary on a vase." The two shopkeepers laughed at the private joke but the deputies were none the wiser.
"Nikki and Nora?" asked Sofia.
"Your predecessors," explained Helena. "They won the Femslash-Land Mega-Jackpot and decided to sail around the world for a year or two." Craning her neck, Helena spoted the El Camino at the kerb outside the Lazy Lizard. "You're driving Nora's old car."
Knowing that their predecessors hadn't died in a hail of bullets was reassuring, but both women quickly came to the conclusion that they'd be better off setting fire to their money in the town square than buying a lottery ticket. At least that way they wouldn't be a slave to false hope. "The Sheriff never mention it," said Sofia.
Twin lines of disapproval carved themselves between Myka's eyebrows. "The Sheriff doesn't mention a lot of things," she said.
There was an ominous tone to Myka's voice that left both deputies feeling somewhat unnerved. Could there really be more to the Sheriff's lack of a swagger than they'd realised? "She seems different," said Sofia, "from her NYPD days. Not that I knew her personally," she added quickly, "but the way people described her I was expecting someone, I dunno, different."
"She's charming," said Helena, earning a look of incredulity from Myka. "She might have lost some of her edge since she and Alex broke up, but she's a lovely woman, and very understanding."
Myka's arms were firmly crossed over chest and she did not look happy. "Just because she didn't arrest you for -"
"Well, ladies, don't let us keep you," cut in Helena, a pointed look quickly informing her partner that there were some things best not spoken about in public. "I'm sure there's lots more for you to see."
***
Outside of 'Berring and Wells' Sofia and Emma took a moment to ponder their latest acquaintances. "Compared to everyone else in this town, they seemed almost normal, but even they..."
"Are a bit odd?" Finished Emma.
"Yeah," agreed Sofia, "and what's with that stuff about the Sheriff?"
They may not have come to Femslash-Land to investigate Sheriff Olivia Benson, but both women had a suspicion that they soon would be.
Pairings: Myka/Helena, Alex/Olivia (in this part) and many others.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, but life happens.
The Mayor was fuming. She'd left the Sheriff's Department and taken a leisurely stroll around town, expecting to 'accidentally' bump into the new deputies, but instead she'd been ambushed by an obviously deranged Alex Cabot and subjected to ten minutes of rabid accusations of impropriety and gross misconduct aimed at the very women she'd been hoping to meet.
"Enough!" She was getting a headache. "What do you mean, you found them in the nearest bar?"
"They were in the Lazy Lizard," said Alex. "Not even noon and they were already downing shots and carousing with women of the night."
Regina's eyebrow twitched. "Women of the night?" She didn't know whether to lead with the obvious - if it was before noon, they were hardly women of the night, day, maybe, but definitely not night dwellers - or the simple fact that having a police force and judiciary the size of Femslash-Land's had chased the last prostitute from the area more than ten years before. "Do you mean Bo Whatshername, the sex therapist, because I've seen her credentials and she's fully certified."
"What? No." Alex lost her train of rant. "They come waltzing into town," she said, feeling the need to reiterate the main point of her argument, "and think they own the place. It's not enough that they're taking jobs away from hardworking Femslash-Landians, but now they're going after our women!"
The Mayor's head was starting to throb and she was quickly coming to the conclusion that the new deputies were more trouble than they were worth. "Firstly," she said, wanting to derail the ADA's rant once and for all, "Femslash-Land has a zero unemployment rate, and not a single person answered the add for the vacant deputies posts, which is why the Sheriff, District Attorney and myself decided to advertise nationally." She hated having her decisions questioned by an underling or anyone else for that matter. "Secondly, you and Olivia broke up, get over it!"
***
Sofia and Emma had escaped the insanity of the bar and headed for the nearest safe haven, which happened to be a small antique shop on the opposite side of the road. Neither woman was particularly interested in hundred year old tea strainers but anything was better than the barrage of questions and indecent proposals they had received from the bar's patrons; although Emma had made a note of the more salacious proposals for later consideration.
Two women sat behind an old scarred desk, one reading aloud and the other watching her with rapt fascination, a smile of adoration on her face. The reader, an upper-class English woman from her accent, was the first to spot their arrival, but she continued, a slight nod of greeting her only outward sign of recognition, until she had finished the chapter and slowly closed the book. "Good morning, ladies, how can we help you?"
The second woman blinked several times, as if in a daze, before turning to smile at the newcomers. "You must be the new deputies," she said, confirming Natalia's earlier assertion that everyone in town knew who they were.
"That's right," said Emma. "I'm Emma Swan and this is Sofia Curtis," she added, pointing unnecessarily at Sofia, "and we just wanted to have a look around town and introduce ourselves to the local business owners." She felt like she was intruding, somehow, despite the 'Open' sign on the door.
"It's lovely to meet you," said the reader, "I'm Helena Wells and this is my partner, Myka Berring." She smiled tenderly at Myka before reaching out to shake the deputies' hands.
"Nikki used to drop by all the time," said Myka, as she extended her own hand to be shook, "and Nora would stop by every now and then to drag her out before she spent her entire salary on a vase." The two shopkeepers laughed at the private joke but the deputies were none the wiser.
"Nikki and Nora?" asked Sofia.
"Your predecessors," explained Helena. "They won the Femslash-Land Mega-Jackpot and decided to sail around the world for a year or two." Craning her neck, Helena spoted the El Camino at the kerb outside the Lazy Lizard. "You're driving Nora's old car."
Knowing that their predecessors hadn't died in a hail of bullets was reassuring, but both women quickly came to the conclusion that they'd be better off setting fire to their money in the town square than buying a lottery ticket. At least that way they wouldn't be a slave to false hope. "The Sheriff never mention it," said Sofia.
Twin lines of disapproval carved themselves between Myka's eyebrows. "The Sheriff doesn't mention a lot of things," she said.
There was an ominous tone to Myka's voice that left both deputies feeling somewhat unnerved. Could there really be more to the Sheriff's lack of a swagger than they'd realised? "She seems different," said Sofia, "from her NYPD days. Not that I knew her personally," she added quickly, "but the way people described her I was expecting someone, I dunno, different."
"She's charming," said Helena, earning a look of incredulity from Myka. "She might have lost some of her edge since she and Alex broke up, but she's a lovely woman, and very understanding."
Myka's arms were firmly crossed over chest and she did not look happy. "Just because she didn't arrest you for -"
"Well, ladies, don't let us keep you," cut in Helena, a pointed look quickly informing her partner that there were some things best not spoken about in public. "I'm sure there's lots more for you to see."
***
Outside of 'Berring and Wells' Sofia and Emma took a moment to ponder their latest acquaintances. "Compared to everyone else in this town, they seemed almost normal, but even they..."
"Are a bit odd?" Finished Emma.
"Yeah," agreed Sofia, "and what's with that stuff about the Sheriff?"
They may not have come to Femslash-Land to investigate Sheriff Olivia Benson, but both women had a suspicion that they soon would be.