First IAD fanfic!

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Working on the Weekend

-XxX-

As a policeman for the New Orleans Police Department, he had seen many an odd and/or disturbing thing in his career. Not that this was either, after all he was just watching after the people in the holding cell until they were either bailed out or went to see the judge. There were the teenagers that got arrested and were looking around shiftily at some of the tougher looking hookers.

Then there were the regulars.

"Hey. Hey! Cop-boy!" A drunken slur from the cell had him sighing in a trouble manner as he raised his eyes and saw one Ms. Carrow Graie hanging against the bars, struggling to focus on him. Behind her were her friends, the one and only Mariketa and the ever friendly and, oh so reserved, Reign. Both were in similar states of intoxication.

Mariketa was in the process of laughing so hard that she had tears rolling down her cheeks as Regin made faces at him from behind Carrow's back. Carrow waved her hands around again and he looked at her. She winked and slurred; "How 'bouts you be letting me out, huh? Free o'charge?"

He looked studiously back down at his paperwork and continued filling it out.

"C'mon! We have a party to be gettin' to!" She whined, sagging against the bars. "I've been good! You haven' seen me in a couple of months, right? Thish was jush cause its Mardi Gras thish week and we was jush gettin' a start on the feshtivitiez." He blinked, understanding about half of what she said and ignoring it anyway.

"Are we gonna miss the karaoke?" Mariketa called, her voice too loud for this setting. "I don't wanna miss the karaoke." She yelled, making his headache throb. You would think he had gotten used to them by now, but it just seemed to get worse with each visit. "Hey!" Mariketa hollered again, stumbling to her feet. "I'm talkin to you!" She went to take a step towards him and fell over with a thud.

He looked up to make sure she hadn't cracked her skull open or something and saw that she was rolling on the ground laughing as Regin poked her with her toe and snickered. He was going to point out that she was wearing far too short of a skirt for that activity but decided that he'd better not talk to them, else he encourage their behavior.

Carrow had already given up on talking to him and stumbled over to a corner of the cell which she leaned against. The hooker that was closest made a disgusted face and inched away. Carrow nodded her head.

"How you doin? Wha chu in for?"

"I'm a hooker, bitch." Was the answer. Carrow nodded understandingly and adopted a wise look.

"We were picked up for trying to save a box of kittens and at least forty orphans from a burning building. Unfortunately, the evil rapist that was holding them there apparently has people in Law Enforcement and got us all busted except for Néomi, the little slut, because she's too quick."

The hooker stood stunned. He scowled and looked up.

"Don't listen to her. Her and her friends were half naked and drunk out of their minds on top of a traffic light, causing a scene and a traffic jam. There were no orphans." He clarified. The hooker scowled at him and turned away, moving to the adjacent corner. Carrow sighed.

"I'm sure those sixty orphans don't appreciate that you pretend they don't exist."

"I thought there were only forty?"

"They split. Like amoeba. It's a fairly common disease among orphans in burning buildings. Especially if there's a gas leak."

On the ground, Mariketa shrieked with mirth as Regin repeatedly yelled the word; "anus!"

"So when we gettin' out?" Carrow asked. Regin snorted and turned shakily to look to the left of Carrow angrily.

"We won't! Mister Policeman, over there, is holding us an extra hour for every inch longer he wishes his cock was."

Mariketa cupped her hands to her mouth and let out a fake chorus of "oooh"s. He was, thankfully, saved, when one of his senior pals came in and smiled sympathetically as he handed him their files.

This time, they had been on a busy street on the way to the karaoke bar when they, apparently, decided that they didn't know where they were. So, they had the bright idea to climb on top of the traffic light to see if they could find their destination easier from up there. A police officer who had happened to be nearby, recognized them and called for backup using the specific code they had for this type of incident.

As the police arrived, Mariketa had been the one to notice and she had, as the report explained, yelled; "Cheese it; it's the fuzz!" before the four women had taken off running. The assembled officers had given chase, the ones with previous experience with at least one of the women getting into cars, while the others pursued on foot. They lost track of one of them, later identified as Néomi Laress, but caught the others and arrested them for disorderly conduct, fleeing the police, and public nudity.

Because, somewhere in all of this, Regin had lost her shirt.

He rubbed his temples as he shut the file and looked up at his pal.

"Please tell me they made bail?" He pleaded quietly. His buddy looked amused and nodded. He sighed with relief and stood up, taking out his keys and walking over to the cell. "You ladies are out." He said, grabbing Carrow and Regin gently by the arms to pull them over to his pal to help escort them out. He, himself, got Mariketa off the floor and led her out to the other room.

In that room were three of the biggest men he had ever seen and one tiny woman that fit the description for the missing Néomi Laress. When they entered, the waiting people turned collectively. Two of the men scowled and started for Carrow and Mariketa. Néomi let out an ecstatic yell and rushed forward, stumbling a few times as she cut in front of the men to hug Mariketa and Carrow.

"I got them like you said I should!" She proclaimed proudly, her slurring and her heavy accent making it very hard to distinguish what she said. "They're not very happy." She mock whispered as she peeked over at the other two men. The third man made an angry face, his sunglasses masking most of his expression as he walked over and grabbed Néomi's arm, pulling her out of the way.

"There, we saw them, now you're coming home with me." He mumbled angrily, also with an accent that almost sounded Russian, as she giggled drunkenly and tipped over backwards to wave goodbye to all assembled. The two men moved forward again, both looking even more irate than before.

"They filled out the necessary paperwork?" He asked and his partner nodded. He handed the unsteady Mariketa to the dark haired man who gently grasped onto her upper arm. Mariketa blinked and cranked her neck to look up at him.

"Oh. Hey there, Bowen." She said before she keeled over and barfed, missing his highly expensive looking shoes by mere inches. Next to her, he heard Carrow explaining to the blonde one;

"Yeah, man! There was, like, a hundred orphans and we totally saved their asses." As he lead her on unsteady feet out of the door. Bowen, apparently, made a face that looked pitying and, when Mariketa was done and went limp as she passed out, he swooped her up and left. Regin followed after unsteadily, asking loudly who was going to give her a ride.

He sighed as he looked at the puddle of vomit. Now he had to clean up this mess.

He hated working on the weekend.

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