Note: This was written a long time ago, before I knew the first thing about writing, and especially about POV. I hope that you're able to ignore the flaws. It would have taken forever to try to fix the POV issues.


"So, how was your weekend, McCall?" Hunter asked cheerfully as he joined his partner at their respective desks. "Do anything fun?"

"If your idea of fun is scraping off four layers of wallpaper in my bedroom, then yes, I had a blast. Thanks so much for asking." McCall gave her partner the once over. "You look way too happy for a Monday morning, Hunter. I'm guessing by that look on your face that your weekend was a little more exciting than mine?"

"You could say that," he replied, grinning. "I don't know why you're going to all that trouble redecorating, anyway. When was the last time you had an overnight guest?"

McCall shot mock daggers at him with her eyes. "My love life, or lack of one as the case may be, is really none of your business."

Hunter rolled his chair around his desk to hers and stopped beside her. "It COULD be, you know." His face was only inches from hers. "It's not like I never offered."

"Believe it or not, I've had better offers," she countered, pushing his chair away with her foot.

"You mean that John you busted last week? You can do better, McCall."

All conversation stopped the moment Captain Charlie Devane's booming voice filled the squadroom. "HUNTER, MCCALL, KORMAN, BENSON! In my office!"

"Ah, saved by the bellow," McCall giggled as she led Hunter toward Devane's office. Sgt. Don Korman, a rumpled looking man in his early fifties joined them a few seconds later.

"Devane peered around his desk to the door. "Where's Benson?"

"Restroom," Korman covered, knowing his partner would most likely show up in her recent Monday morning condition, late and hung over.

Devane hollered to his secretary, "Tell Benson to get her ass in here when you see her." With his attention back on his detectives, he got down to business. "You hear about Frankie Gamboa?"

Hunter and Korman shook their heads as McCall piped up. "Yeah, I heard it on the news when I was driving in this morning. Someone took him out along with a couple of civilians last night."

Devane interrupted. "As of now, the toll is Gamboa, two of his bodyguards and two innocent people just out having dinner. I'm glad one of you is paying attention to what's going on in our city, though."

Hunter glanced at the smug look on McCall's face and rolled his eyes as Devane continued. "The Organized Crime unit has a pretty good idea who was behind it."

"Sorry I'm late," interrupted Detective Jessica Benson as she entered and took a seat next to her partner. The four detectives nodded unspoken greetings while Devane narrowed his eyes at the attractive 32-year-old blonde.

"Nice of you to join us, Benson," Devane chided. She gave him a sheepish look then caught McCall's eye, shooting her a wide-eyed "oops! I'm in big trouble" look that almost made McCall laugh out loud. Devane's stare straightened them up in their chairs and they gave him their full attention. "Word on the street is that Big Joe Carducci ordered the hit. We just need some hard evidence to prove it and that's where you guys come in. As of right now, I'm loaning the four of you to the Organized Crime Unit. Lt. Garrison will fill you in."

Later that night – Hunter and Korman watch from Korman's car as the female members of the team enter BJ's Nightclub…

"You know, just once, I'd like to see one of the guys pull this duty while I sit in the car handling the "surveillance"." McCall drew quotation marks in the air to punctuate her statement then hopped up on a barstool, yanking at the hem of her short skirt in an attempt at decency.

Jessica sat next to her. "Yeah, well, YOUR partner might be able to handle it but I don't think Don's exactly equipped for the job. Besides, I don't mind this assignment at all. There are some HOT guys here." Her eyes danced from one man to another then turned to the bartender. "Give me a scotch on the rocks. What are you having, Dee Dee?"

"Make it a club soda," she answered, concerned with Jessica's choice of drink but keeping her opinion to herself. She scanned the room, her gaze stopping on a nice looking dark-haired man in his early thirties. "Hey, isn't that Carducci's son, Mike?"

"Sure looks like it. Hmm… not bad. I told you this might not be such a bad assignment, Dee Dee. You think he goes for blondes or brunettes?"

"I hope its blondes,' both women thought as Jessica paid for the first round of drinks.

"Uh oh, incoming." McCall gestured with her head, pointing out a couple of young men coming their way, neither of whom was Mike Carducci. "I think I'm getting too old for this, Jess," whispered McCall as the men approached.

"You ladies wanna dance?" the bolder of the two asked.

"Yeah, sure," Jessica agreed. She took a long swig of her drink then headed to the dance floor.

McCall waved them off. "Uh, not right now. Catch me later, okay?" She excused herself and headed in the general direction of Carducci. She smiled when she caught his eye then flirtatiously looked away as he smiled back. 'Damn,' she thought. 'Brunettes.'

BJ's parking lot, 1:30 AM – Korman's car…

"Hey, Hunter, here comes McCall and look who's with her – Mike Carducci." Korman held out his hand. "You owe me ten bucks, Big Guy. I can't believe you bet against your own partner."

"I took a chance the guy'd go for blondes. What can I say?" Hunter sheepishly slapped a ten-dollar bill in Korman's hand. "Don't you dare breathe a word of this to McCall!" They watched as McCall got in the white Taurus that she'd rented for the assignment. Carducci hovered over the driver's side door, his hands on the top of the doorframe, talking to her.

Hunter sighed as the ten-minute mark passed with no action. "C'mon McCall, wrap it up." He glanced at Korman whose eyes were glued to the nightclub's front door. "Where IS Jess, anyway?" Hunter asked.

"Probably leading a conga line or something. That's my partner for ya' - she KNOWS how to have a good time."

"Yeah, I sorta heard that about her."

Korman turned to face Hunter. "Hey, I don't want you to get the wrong impression, Hunter. Jess is a good cop. She just doesn't know when to say when, sometimes."

"I DO know she's a good cop, Don." Hunter pointed to the nightclub's front door. "Look. Here she comes." Jessica, arm and arm with a man neither Hunter nor Korman recognized, joined Mike and McCall. After another few minutes of conversation, the men headed back into the club as Benson and McCall took off for an apartment building a few blocks away. Hunter and Korman followed.

"It could be worse," Jessica said as she and McCall entered sparsely decorated apartment number 307. "You might wanna hang a few pictures, though."

Ignoring Jessica's slightly intoxicated state, McCall answered, "so, what makes you think I'm the one moving in? The plan was to wait and see which one of us snagged an associate of Carducci's. And if I remember correctly, don't you have a date with Mike's friend?"

"Yeah, but we don't even know if my guy has any involvement with this case. Maybe he's one of his old college buddies or something. You, on the other hand, are gonna have your hands full with Mike. I think he's in loooooooove." She stretched the word out for effect.

"Oh, goodie for me." A knock on the door interrupted McCall's sarcasm. "Ah, that must be our partners out stretching their legs after a hard night's work. You wanna let them in?"

"Do I have to?" Jess teased. "How about I just let Hunter in and we send Korman home?"

"Why? You have a problem with Korman?"

"Nah, he's okay. I'll trade you, though. I wouldn't mind a stakeout or two with Rick," she purred.

McCall contemplated the idea for a moment. "Nah, no deal, Jess. I'll just hold onto Hunter, if you don't mind."

"Hold on to him? Ooh, is there something you wanna tell me, Dee Dee?"

"Oh, you mean about Hunter and me being lovers?" McCall laughed, playing along.

"Well if you're not, you might as well be. Everyone thinks you are, anyway."

"No they don't," McCall protested. She gave up waiting for Jessica to answer the door and did it herself.

"Hi honey, I'm home," Hunter joked as he entered. "Miss me, McCall?"

"How can I miss you if you won't go away, Hunter?" she fired back.

"Well, I missed you," Jessica said, bringing a smile to Hunter's face.

"Hey! Didn't anyone miss ME?" Korman pouted. McCall took the bait and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, McCall. It's good to know someone around here appreciates me." He flashed a grin at Jessica. Take notes, Jess," he teased, then changed focus abruptly. "So, either of you ladies care to fill us in?"

"Yeah," Jessica volunteered. "I've got a date on Friday with a guy named John Davi. Oh, and McCall's getting married to Mike Carducci."

McCall shrugged her shoulders, and grinned. "What can I say? When ya got it, ya got it."

"Congratulations, McCall," offered Korman. When's the happy event?"

"We're going out on Wednesday to discuss it." She turned to Hunter. "You wanna be my maid of honor, partner?"

"Dee Dee Carducci?" Hunter contemplated, then shook his head. "Nah, it just doesn't ring."

"What, you think it maybe should be Dee Dee Hunter?" Jessica goaded.

"Hmm… Dee Dee Hunter… Yeah, THAT sounds better." He knelt down on one knee. "Marry ME, McCall."

"Get UP Hunter," she laughed.

"Is that a 'no'?" he asked, looking hurt.

McCall shook her head. "Can we please just talk about how we're going to work this case so we can all get some sleep?"

Korman seconded the motion. "How about we just continue doing what we did tonight, Hunter keeping an eye on McCall and me watching Jess? We can set up a time to meet and compare notes."

"Okay. I want you two wired, though," Hunter added, pointing to the women. "Everyone okay with that?"

Korman and McCall nodded in agreement. Jessica started to open her mouth but stopped on her partner's disapproving look. "Great, then we all agree." Korman said.

Wednesday night, midnight…

Mike Carducci pulled his car along the curb in front of McCall's temporary living quarters. A headphones-wearing Hunter settled in down the street and grabbed the binoculars on the seat next to him.

"Don't move," Mike chastised McCall as she reached for her door. He got out of the car and opened the passenger side door, offering his hand to McCall. "I had a great time tonight, Dee Dee," he said as he walked her to her front door.

"So did I," she responded, truthfully. She unlocked the door then turned to face him. His deep gaze caught her off guard.

"I think I could fall in love with you, Dee Dee," he whispered, taking her hands.

"You don't even know me," she answered, softly. She made no attempt to pull away as he stroked her hands with his thumbs.

"You're wrong. I may not know every detail about you but I already know WHO you are. You're intelligent, and sweet, and funny. And you're beautiful – the kind of woman I've been waiting for my whole adult life. How could I NOT fall in love with you?"

"Oh, gimme a break," Hunter moaned, as he watched and listened from his car.

McCall couldn't help but smile. She tried to remember how long had it been since a man had said anything remotely as sweet. "Keep that up and we'll see what happens." She squeezed his hands. "Just go slow, okay? I'm not sure I'm ready for all this."

Mike let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around McCall in a warm hug. "I'll go as slow as you want. You're worth the wait." He gave her two pats on the back and parted from her. "Can I see you on Friday?"

McCall shook herself out of her daydreams. For a moment she had to remind herself that Mike was a lead, maybe even a suspect, but definitely not a prospect. "Um, yeah. Friday's great." She felt butterflies in her stomach as Mike placed his hands gently on her shoulders. Her nervousness heightened as he leaned in, but her eyes closed involuntarily as her lips met his.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Hunter groaned as he tossed the binoculars into the back seat.

Mike grinned as he pulled away from McCall. He leaned back in for one last kiss. "I'll see you on Friday," he nearly sang as he turned to leave.

"I can't wait." McCall smiled then entered the apartment.

"I can," Hunter said, as he pulled the headset down around his neck. He waited until Mike's car disappeared down the street, then drove the half block to McCall's.

"Have a nice date, McCall?" Hunter asked, sounding just a bit testy as McCall answered the door.

"Other than the fact that he may be a murderer, yeah, I did, actually. He was a real gentleman. You could learn something from him."

Hunter looked his partner up and down as if she were crazy. "I hope you're not going gaga over this guy, McCall. Don't forget, this is your job, not a mob dating service."

"Gee, thanks, Hunter. I forgot. What's your problem, anyway? This isn't our first assignment like this, you know."

"Yeah, well, it's the first time I had to watch you make out with one of our leads. Which, by the way, you seemed to enjoy just a little too much if I may say so."

"No you may NOT, Hunter! I'm just doing my job. Can I help it if he finds me irresistible? If you have a problem with it, close your eyes. I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." She pushed him in his back toward the door.

"What, no good night kiss for me, McCall?"

"When you learn how to talk nice to me, then we can discuss it. Since that's not likely to happen in my lifetime, go home." McCall opened the door and pushed him through it. "Good night, Hunter."

Hunter turned around to find the door closing in his face. "And I'M the one who needs 'nice' lessons? Sheesh! Good NIGHT, McCall!" He ambled to his car and sat behind the wheel for a few moments before picking up the tape recorder and rewinding. "How could I NOT fall in love with you?" the voice repeated as Hunter replayed it twice. He took a deep breath, then started the car.