-1Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters... But I'm not guaranteeing them back safely!
Nick was trying to relax. His first night off in how long? He just wanted tp pour himself a drink and relax in front of something with lights and sounds that weren't coming from a squad car. Or in this last case, the media.
When he heard the tell-tail growl of the lift starting, he instictively set his drink out of sight. Schanke had been more curious then usualand, knowing him, would probably love a sip of 'red wine' before shift. How many times, this week, has it been that I've had to grab the glass before he's tried a sip? "Nat?"
"You look surprised. Didn't I tell you I requested the night off?" Natalie smiled and came in with her usual supplise for her visits. You know; coffee, popcorn, soda, and you wouldn't believe how many times Nick has openned the frig and spotted a half dozen chocolate bars stacked next to his only 'food'.
"I thought that was next week... Ugh, it was last week when you told me that, Cap's been running us so ragged..."
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were getting senile in your old age," Nick could only shake his head as Nat settled next to him on the couch. "So, what are we watching?" Nick grabbed his glass from its hiding place and serendered the remote as the T.V. hummed to life.
"Four more victims have been claimed by the killer. These, so called, 'Vampire Killings' have plagued New York for the past several years. Is there no stopping this horrible murderer?"
"Didn't you say they all cleared out of New York?"
"Yeah. Since the killings started there haven't been any vampires allowed there. No one would be stupid enough to stay put that long." As if on cue, the phone rang. "Ugh," Nat grabbed it and held it up to Nick. "Knight."
"Schanke, it's my night off."
Nick started to hang up the phon, "NICK! Wait! You won't believe it!"
"I already don't... What is it?" He groaned and put the phone back to his ear.
"We've been called in to help with a case... IN THE STATES! Can you freakin' believe it!?!"
Nick slambed his head against the back of the couch and all but growled. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
"What's going on?" Nick covered the receiver and let Natalie hear some of Schanke's ramblings about how good it would look on their records to be called in, out of the country, to aid in a murder investigation. "So much for the night off," she hit the mute button on the T.V. and got up to refill her coffee cup.
"Is that Nat? Did I interrupt something?"
"Actualy, yes, we were jus discusing the news."
"GREAT! The you already know the case!"
"WHAT!?!" There was the sound of glass breaking as Natalie and Nick looked at each other, stunned into silence.
"Yeah! The Vampire Killings. This is going to be great! After that last case this one'll be a breeze!"
"Yeah... A breeze... Hey,... I'll call you back... I have to, prepare."
"OK Nick, see you after shift," Nick, still stunned, lowered the phone into the craddle.
"You look like you need this," Natalie held a bottle out to him and he let it settle in his hand before setting it next to his forgotten glass.
"I knew I should've gotten taken off the last case... Too much publicity... What am I gonna do?"
"Well, the way I see it, you have two options; sulk or go pack," Natalie patted his shoulder and went to clean up her broken cup.
"Why does this always happen of my night off?" Nick grumbled as he headed up the stairs to his room. I wonder how long it'll take before I'm ready to kill Schanke?
This is only my second fanfic... Cut me some slack... This isn't a bad start for a story that just popped into my head yesterday morning.