Friendly Bailiff
Title: Friendly Bailiff
Author: Indra Leigh
Rating: FR13
Crossover: BtVS and Night Cour
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Night Cour
Summary: In which we have a brief glimpse in to Bull's life.
Warnings: nope.
Timeline/Setting: First season of Night Court and a few years post Chosen for Buffy. I know the air dates of these shows don't match up but this is my crossover.
Author's notes(if any): nope. It’s fanfic…. Cue hand waving for ages and dates of characters.
“Hey Harry, ya got a minute?” Bull asked standing in the door to Harry's office.
Closing a file and looking up Harry answered, “Sure Bull what can I do ya for?”
Stepping in to the office and closing the door behind him Harry watched the somber tall man approach his desk.
“So I was taking my usual stroll through the holding tanks down stairs and saw there was an poker buddy special.”
Answering that phone call and accepting the position of New York City Judge Harry had been excited to reach the job he had been working towards for years. He didn't expect a bailiff the size of a human skyscraper with a secret about some of the individuals that appear before the bench. After a couple of months on the job and when they had a night off Bull asked Harry to join him for an evening walk around the neighborhood. They passed people Fielding would refer to as the “dregs of society” and when Harry was about to ask if their walk had a point Bull stopped at a door in an alley way. A window opened with a command for “Password!” Harry watched as an eye appeared in the window that spotted Bull and opened the door.
“Who's your friend Nos?” The doorman asked as they walked into the room.
“I told you not to call me that” Bull said standing over the much shorter man. “Showing the new coworker around the area.”
“Have fun. You know where everything is. I gotta watch the door.”
As the doorman returned to paper and his seat at the closed door Bull headed to a hallway not looking to see if Harry was following him. “Uh Bull, Where are we going?”
“Right here. Take a seat and I'll get us some snacks.” Bull announced stopping suddenly.
Leaning over to look around him Harry saw a couple of empty chairs that Bull gestured to before walking away. Sitting down Harry looked around seeing a poker game in the middle of the room.
“I got us lemonades. They got started late tonight. Drink up harry! Aghugnist makes the best lemonade!” As Bull handed Harry a glass canning jar he grinned and sat watching the game.
“Who made the drink because it sounded like you sneezed. And how do you know about all this and these people? Cause to be honest I think a couple of them are in costumes for some reason.
“Actually Harry, the world is older than you know. Weirder too.”
“When you go before the judge can you make it like you were, um, working the street?” Bull asked escorting the next prisoner down the hall towards the court room where Harry presided over the night court.
“I was.” Vi said looking up at the tall bailiff who was very nice.
“No not your work, adult work like hey mister want a good time?” Bull explained blushing.
Vi stopped walking to study him. “Who are you?”
“You're friendly helpful bailiff?” He offered with a slight shrug. “Also, when you go pay the fine check your jacket pocket.”
Watching the sun rise from the courthouse building steps Vi called the Watcher's Hotline. The phone number always picked up and answered by a watcher, no matter what time or day, in May they had multiple Watcher Hotlines. He said to act like I was a hooker and the judge some how changed the charge or something and I got a sentence of time served and fifty dollars. Get this, somehow they slipped me the money for the fine.”
Author: Indra Leigh
Rating: FR13
Crossover: BtVS and Night Cour
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Night Cour
Summary: In which we have a brief glimpse in to Bull's life.
Warnings: nope.
Timeline/Setting: First season of Night Court and a few years post Chosen for Buffy. I know the air dates of these shows don't match up but this is my crossover.
Author's notes(if any): nope. It’s fanfic…. Cue hand waving for ages and dates of characters.
“Hey Harry, ya got a minute?” Bull asked standing in the door to Harry's office.
Closing a file and looking up Harry answered, “Sure Bull what can I do ya for?”
Stepping in to the office and closing the door behind him Harry watched the somber tall man approach his desk.
“So I was taking my usual stroll through the holding tanks down stairs and saw there was an poker buddy special.”
Answering that phone call and accepting the position of New York City Judge Harry had been excited to reach the job he had been working towards for years. He didn't expect a bailiff the size of a human skyscraper with a secret about some of the individuals that appear before the bench. After a couple of months on the job and when they had a night off Bull asked Harry to join him for an evening walk around the neighborhood. They passed people Fielding would refer to as the “dregs of society” and when Harry was about to ask if their walk had a point Bull stopped at a door in an alley way. A window opened with a command for “Password!” Harry watched as an eye appeared in the window that spotted Bull and opened the door.
“Who's your friend Nos?” The doorman asked as they walked into the room.
“I told you not to call me that” Bull said standing over the much shorter man. “Showing the new coworker around the area.”
“Have fun. You know where everything is. I gotta watch the door.”
As the doorman returned to paper and his seat at the closed door Bull headed to a hallway not looking to see if Harry was following him. “Uh Bull, Where are we going?”
“Right here. Take a seat and I'll get us some snacks.” Bull announced stopping suddenly.
Leaning over to look around him Harry saw a couple of empty chairs that Bull gestured to before walking away. Sitting down Harry looked around seeing a poker game in the middle of the room.
“I got us lemonades. They got started late tonight. Drink up harry! Aghugnist makes the best lemonade!” As Bull handed Harry a glass canning jar he grinned and sat watching the game.
“Who made the drink because it sounded like you sneezed. And how do you know about all this and these people? Cause to be honest I think a couple of them are in costumes for some reason.
“Actually Harry, the world is older than you know. Weirder too.”
“When you go before the judge can you make it like you were, um, working the street?” Bull asked escorting the next prisoner down the hall towards the court room where Harry presided over the night court.
“I was.” Vi said looking up at the tall bailiff who was very nice.
“No not your work, adult work like hey mister want a good time?” Bull explained blushing.
Vi stopped walking to study him. “Who are you?”
“You're friendly helpful bailiff?” He offered with a slight shrug. “Also, when you go pay the fine check your jacket pocket.”
Watching the sun rise from the courthouse building steps Vi called the Watcher's Hotline. The phone number always picked up and answered by a watcher, no matter what time or day, in May they had multiple Watcher Hotlines. He said to act like I was a hooker and the judge some how changed the charge or something and I got a sentence of time served and fifty dollars. Get this, somehow they slipped me the money for the fine.”