Trouble Comes in Twos - Part 16
Title: Trouble comes in Twos - Part 16
Fandom & Pairing: Nikki & Nora
Author: Silk aka katiepult
Disclaimers: Not Mine. Rating - R
Comments: Beta'd by fallon_ash and tanama30
I can't say that I'm really thrilled with Harkins's plan for me to go out with Newton and Nikki to stay and interview Poirer further. She's been my partner for a week and I'd rather not swap at all, let alone a day with a rookie so new he's still squeaking.
OK. So I'm jealous of Newton still, even though I have no reason to be.
I kissed Nikki. I kissed Nikki. Nananananah!
I struggle to keep myself from giggling as Newton drives us to our first location. I'm bored already and I don't know the territory, and the company I'm keeping isn't as fun as what I'm used to. God, I'm pathetic. I'm missing Nikki and it's only been five minutes.
And it doesn't help that I have to ride shotgun in a squad car instead of my El Camino. I haven't been in a marked car in years and I can't help but cringe at being so noticeable.
Ugh. OK. Small talk with Nikki's little puppy might help. Right? No tormenting him, Nora. Be good.
"So, you asked Nikki out?"
I'll be good tomorrow.
"Errm...what did you say, Detective?" Officer Newton says nervously, glancing over at me.
Heh.
"You asked Detective Beaumont out on a date, I hear," I repeat with the least amount of glee I'm able to.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about, Detective," he says so convincingly that I have to look over to make sure he didn't wet his uniform pants.
"You didn't ask Nikki out for coffee when we were at the Poirer's yesterday? Out on the dock?" I give him a good cop-face. Detached. I could be wrong, but he's not good enough to be lying.
"No, Ma'am. Detective Beaumont is... umm..." he stutters, keeping his eyes firmly on the road, body stiff, and hands clenched on the wheel.
"Yes?" I prompt.
"She's... umm..." Newton seems to be having a problem completing entire sentences. I should point that out to Harkins.
"Yes?"
He clears his throat and whispers something I can't make out over the engine.
"Jesus, Newton. Speak up," I growl in agitation. If I was a good Catholic, I'd be thanking God that I'm in plainclothes and don't have to deal with wet-behind-the-ears rookies. I've found that I don't mind dealing with new detectives, however.
"Too old! She's too old for me!" Newton shouts it in response to me. Geez, kid.
"Mind if I give you a piece of advice, Junior?" Yes, I say it rather condescendingly. "Do not ever tell her that you said that. Ever." She'd eat you alive. Plus, she's my age.
Although, it might be fun to let him tell her. Very entertaining and then afterwards, I'd get to find ways to calm her down.
"No way!" Newton swerves the car almost clipping a mailbox. "My mother told me never to talk about age to older women!"
Hand out to brace myself on the dashboard, I try to calm him down. "OK. OK. Next subject. Just don't run over anything, for God's sake."
So, Nikki is a fibber. Bad Nikki. I smile to myself. Heh... Oh yeah, Nikki Beaumont. You are in trouble now. What shall I do to exact punishment? A kiss? Oh. I think another kiss would be good. For a down payment.
I spend the next couple of minutes contemplating kissing Nikki again and letting poor Officer Newton get a grip on his nerves.
My quiet time is interrupted by Newton pulling into a drive-way and coming to a stop at a small well-kept house... with garden gnomes?
"Who is this again?" I ask Newton, getting out of the squad car.
"Mrs. Ryan. The Poirer's aunt. Other officers have already checked with her, but we're here to have you look to see if you see anything that they didn't catch," he proclaims as he exits the vehicle.
I let him have point, since I just want to observe Mrs. Ryan and her surroundings.
She must have heard us because we're not even up to her door yet and she's opening it and coming out to greet us genially.
"Oh my! It's one of those adorable police officers come to check up on us again, Norris," the little old lady says, turning her head to speak to...
"Who is she talking to? Who is Norris?" I whisper to him as we are still walking up.
"It's her cat. She's harmless," he assures me.
Who's harmless? The lady with the huge hat, flowers as big as my fist on it, or the cat?
*****
I have to admit it's this part of detective work that I find the most tedious. I'm bored again. So bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. So bored that I'm counting how many little porcelain bears the wife of our latest visitation has on her mantle. The mantle that doesn't surround a fireplace. Just a mantle on a wall. With so many tiny bear statues on it.
There hasn't been any sign of anyone but the residents, and none of them have seen James Poirer for years due to that... what did his great-uncle call it, "unfortunate accident with a baseball bat to that poor boy's face".
I'm hungry. I'm tired. I want to go home. But there's a murdering son-of-a...
"What was that noise?" I turn and ask, looking past Mr. and Mrs. Gallot, towards the back of the house.
"What noise?" Mr. Gallot says, a bit nervously.
"Newton, keep Mr. and Mrs. Gallot up here," I say as I draw my gun and start towards the next room.
"Detective?"
"Buck up, Newton. And call into the station that I'm searching the house on a possible..." I stop talking as a loud crash echoes through the house. My Sig Sauer is up in front of me as I follow the wall in the hallway.
First doorway is open. I glimpse around the corner quickly, then back. Nothing. I look again and then peek through the crack of the door to make sure no one is behind it.
Bedroom is clear.
The bathroom is next and it's clear as well. Thankfully, it's a small one bedroom house, even smaller with it filled with knick-knacks.
The hallway makes a turn and I duck low first, before taking a quick look around the corner.
Only to come face to face with the business end of a 9mm Berretta.
And James Poirer, who happens to be holding it. To my forehead.
Damn. Nikki is going to kick my ass.
TBC