I do not own SOSF or any of the characters. All writing is done for fun and development. No profit is made.
This was from a writers challenge last fall (a story involving an injured nose - LOL!). Very short and hopefully provides a little amusement.
The Old Ball Game
Carefully holding a steaming cup of coffee in his bandaged hand and a donut inthe other, Inspector Steve Keller entered his partner's office. "Mike, you wanted to see me?"
"You bet I do, Buddy Boy!" Mike snapped as he turned from his view of the window.
"What happened to you?" Steve asked, unable to hide a small smile frombreaking out at the corners of his lips. He took in the Lieutenant's heavilybandaged nose and suppressed a giggle.
"I see that smirk. You think it's funny, don't you?" Mike's bandages moved up and down as he spoke.
"I don't know what you're taking about. What happened?" Steve's voice cracked as he found it more and more difficult to keep a serious face around his partner.
"After you left to get your hand x-rayed, it was apparent that you weren't going to be able to make the Giants game."
"Yeah, who knew our suspect had a jaw made of steel?" Steve recalled the pain in his hand after he tried to subdue the man who was ultimately arrested for the murder of his boss.
"Or that your hand was made of glass…" Mike teased.
"I didn't break anything. It's just dislocated," Steve corrected. "The doctor popped my finger and knuckle back in and taped it together. I was good to go in no time."
"You could have made the game, then."
Steve sighed. "Why do I even bother? You do know that I came back and finished my report by typing with one hand? You were already gone by then."
Mike shrugged his shoulders as Steve continued. "At any rate, are you going to tell me what happened or what? Why are you wearing such a huge bandage on your nose?"
"Well, I figured since you weren't going to make it, I'd find someone else to go with."
"Well, neither Lee nor Bill could make it. And Norm had a date, believe it or not."
"I believe it. Chicks dig him," Steve noted very matter-of-factly.
Mike was momentarily speechless, but then continued. "And then I remembered Lenny. You know, we still owe him for making him do all that research on the Air Force case the other week."
"Oh, we do, do we? If I recall, it was you who forgot he was still working on the case after we solved it the day before."
"So what happened?" Steve still pressed.
"So what happened was I called Lenny and asked him if he wanted to go to the game. The Cardinals were in town, so you know it'd be a good contest. I mean, just to see Lou Brock steal a base or the Mad Hungarian talk to himself on the mound, it's worth the price of admission."
"Yeah, yeah - you have a thing for the Cardinals for reasons I don't understand, but that has nothing to do with how you hurt your nose. Get on with it."
"All right. So, Lenny went and you know we had good seats off the first base line. It was the third inning and we were just kicking back with some good food and beverage when Willie McCovey hit a line drive foul."
"Don't tell me…"
"I had beer in one hand and a hot dog in the other and it all happened so fast."
"Mike, if your nose was nailed by a Willie McCovey line drive, I'm surprised you have a snout left at all. I mean, if there was a contest between your probiscus and a baseball…now, granted they are the same size, but…"
Mike interrupted. "You are cruising for a bruising, Buddy boy. Now let me finish."
"Lenny, our coordinated psychiatric friend, decided to snatch the ball himself."
"He lost his balance and knocked over the guy next to us, who in turn spilled beer on his girlfriend."
"Oh, was she okay?"
"Nobody cared about her…it was the beer and the guy was livid. He was a foot taller than Lenny and I thought he was going to pound him into the ground. So I stepped in and the guy punched me in the nose."
"Wait a minute, you're telling me that some guy decked you at the ballpark? What happened after that?"
"Security came and escorted all of us out. Lenny, me, the guy and his girlfriend. I think the guy would have gone after us again, but I showed him my badge."
Steve chuckled. "You got kicked out of Candlestick Park? Mr. Straight N. Narrow Stone was forcibly removed from a Giants game? Ha!"
"Oh, you are asking for it…" Mike was grinning, but if given a chance, he would wring his junior partner's neck.
"And this is my fault, how?" Steve challenged him once more.
"Because you weren't there. Quite frankly, you would have caught the ball, saved the beer or both."
Unfazed by what appeared to be a compliment, Steve cheekily replied, "Yes, and I would have got the girl, too."