Title: Halloween Surprise
Part 1/2
Rating: R (Will possibly be NC-17)
Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine.
Summary: A halloween party with a special twist.
Author's note: A little light-hearted fun. I hope you enjoy. :)
~**~
"Great. Just... great..."
I slammed my locker door shut, the resoundin' thud soundin' throughout the locker room as I clutched the piece of paper in my hands. Who's bright idea was this?
Faith was runnin' a little late, an' I turned my head as she entered the locker room, slightly outta breath. "Sorry 'bout that. Hadda pick up Charlie from school. Now with Fred gone, kinda hard to do it all at the same time," she was sayin', as she twirled open her locker.
I was barely listenin' though. My mind was still focused on the piece of paper in my locker. "Did you get one of these?"
I unfolded the paper, an' showed it to Faith jus' as she pulled her own out of her locker. "Mandatory Camelot Halloween Party? Is this some kind of a joke?"
"Apparently not," I said with a slight grimace. "An' it says on here not to worry about costumes -- that all will be provided. Are they friggen kiddin' me?"
She looked at the paper. "Good thing Fred has the kids tonight. Because that's when this is for.. tonight after work..."
"Tonight?" I looked at the paper tonight. Sure as shit, it said tonight. What the hell. It was a good thing I didn't have any other plans anyway other than sittin' in front of the TV.
~**~
Mischeif. I always hated workin' this shift. Jag-offs thinkin' it was a good idea to come out, run toilet paper 'round trees, an' throw eggs at houses. It was 'nuff to make ya nuts. "Look at that," I stated, my finger pointin' to 'nother kid runn' cross the street wearin' all black. "Do they think that we can't see them.. I CAN SEE YOU!" I shouted the last part into my microphone. Sometimes I loved havin' one of those on top of my cars. I sometimes wished I had one installed on my regular car so I could scream at the jag-offs durin' my down time.
"Calm down, Bos." Faith kept her hands on her lap as she surveyed everythin' goin' on 'round her. I kept my hands on the wheel, tryin' to keep what was left of my sanity. Normally after a night like tonight, I'd see 'bout goin' out for a drink with everyone. But seein' has we hadda go to this party today, that wasn't in the cards.
"Was Davis actin' odd to you before?" I asked, my eyes turnin' towards Faith as I stopped for a red light. We'd met with 55-Charlie earlier on for a call, an' after everythin' was clear, I had asked Davis 'bout the party. First he'd hemmed an' hawwed.. an' after Sully had elbowed him in the ribs, he'd said he'd be there too.
"Yeah," she agreed, as she finally turned to look at me. "It was like he was hearin' 'bout it for the first time or somethin'..."
I nodded, an' focused my attention back on the road as the light changed to green. "Maybe Davis forgot..."
~**~
The shift ended at 11:30 instead of 11, since we hadda clean up a particularly bad accident scene. An' I was dog tired after comin' back to the locker room. Normally I woulda jus' called it a night, but that obviously wasn't in the cards. I looked over towards Faith. "You ready for this...?"
"I guess," she stated, as she pulled her shirt down after changin' into her street clothes. I saw a flash of skin, but tried to put it outta my mind. You see, Faith an' Fred, they'd been divorced for a few months prior. An' while parta me had wanted to jump in an' hit on her, I knew that these things took time. 'Sides. I was pretty sure that Faith didn't think of me that way. I had no interest in ruinin' in the friendship, so I kept my mouth shut.
I was attracted to her. You hadda be a blind man to not be attracted to her. But for once, I didn't wanna ruin thin's. So instead, I sorta went with the flow.
We figured on goin' to the party together, since misery loves company an' all. I pulled the sheet of paper outta my pocket 'gain. "150 E. 42nd street," I read, my eyes roamin' the page. "You have any idea where this is?"
"My guess is that it's between 41st an' 43rd, Bos."
"Oh, you're funny...."
~**~
150 E. 42nd Street turned out to be an old warehouse. An' I stood there, starin' at the door, an' then back down to the paper. "There hasta be some mistake..."
Faith was lookin' at her own note. "Nope. It says the same address on my place.. I jus' don't understand what this is about, or why it looks so friggen deserted..."
I was glad that my off-duty revolver was still hidin' 'round my ankle. This place was dark, an' it was givin' me the willies. I was 'bout to say to Faith that all bets were off an' we were leavin' when the door creeked open.
"Ah.. Officer Boscorelli, Officer Yokas... you've arrived," said the voice beyond the door. "Please.. come in..."
"What the -hell- is goin' on here?" I was in no mood for games. I was tired.
The door swung open the rest of the way, an' 'gainst my better judgement, I took a step inside. Curiousity had gotten the best of me, I supposed. Faith followed me, an' the door swung shut, causin' me to jump, an' causin' Faith to take a step closer to me. I reached for her hand, an' she instantly grabbed it, squeezin' it tightly for comfort.
If it wasn't for the fact that Christopher had transferred outta the 5-5 a couplea years prior, I woulda thought this was one of his tricks. Then my mind flashed to Cruz, but seein' as she was in jail, I didn't think she was behind all this either. "Don't worry," the voice said 'gain. It was jus' a voice. There wasn't even a person standin' in the room. "It'll all be clear in a few moments..."
"Fess up, Jag-Off.." I was beginnin'.. okay.. continuin' to get irritated. Was this someone's idea of a sick joke? It was pretty friggen dark in here as well. I squeezed Faith's hand tighter.
As if they were sensin' my complete apprehension, the lights slowly began to rise in the room. An' I blinked as they adjusted to the change in levels. "What the hell is this?"
This was like no halloween party I'd ever been to. We'd been tricked. I could send that right away. There was a table in the middle of the room, an' there were two unlit candles on top of it. On each chair there was a box, tied perfectly on top with a bowtie. An' it looked like there was a note at each place settin'. I gave Faith a quick look, but one glance into her eyes tol' me she had no clue what was goin' on either. Seein' as the room was almost fully illuminated -- an' was actually decorated rather nicely to my untrained eye -- I loosened my grip on her hand an' began to walk towards the table. I carefully lifted the note off of the plate that was labeled with my name, my eyes dartin' round the room before I read it to myself. Faith was readin' hers too, an' she looked jus' as baffled as me.
"It says we gotta take these boxes, an' go get changed back there," she said, pointin' towards two doors near the back of the room. "An' while we're in there changin', dinner will be prepared.. an' then the real surprise will begin.. Bos.. what the hell is goin' on here?"
"I have no idea, Faith..." My eyes roamed the room 'gain. It was jus' so weird... but it seemed innocent 'nuff.. at least for the time bein'. "If things get too weird, we'll hightail it outta here.. but I guess it can't hurt to play along for now..."
Was I really sayin' that? Yeah.. I guess I was really sayin' that. But if anythin' odd happened, I was outta here.
A flash of a smile flickered on Faith's lips. It was honestly one of the first smiles I'd seen on her face all day. I guess I really could go along for now.
~**~
I'd gotten the box opened, an' I was sittin' in stunned silence lookin' at the contents. They were kiddin' me, right? I pulled out the first item. It was a body suit. A -dark blue- body suit. I didn't know why I was carin' 'bout the color so much. All that -really- mattered is that it was a -body suit-. There was no way in hell I was wearin' a body suit.. and tights! They -were- high! I was -not- puttin' tights on. No way. No how.. no...
"Bosco...?" I heard Faith's small voice from the hallway. "You ... are you in costume...?"
"I..." I looked down at the items. "No.. no I'm not.." I was silent for a moment. "Are you?" If they were makin' me wear this stuff, I couldn't imagine what Faith was wearin'.
"I.. yeah.. but I'm not comin' out til you come out."
I exhaled. An' I looked down at the box of items 'gain. Would it -kill- me to wear this stuff...? "Alright. I'll get dressed..." I picked up the tights an' I grimaced. I still wasn't sure why I was doin' this. But for some God forsaken reason... I was doin' this.
~**~
Part 1/2
Rating: R (Will possibly be NC-17)
Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine.
Summary: A halloween party with a special twist.
Author's note: A little light-hearted fun. I hope you enjoy. :)
~**~
"Great. Just... great..."
I slammed my locker door shut, the resoundin' thud soundin' throughout the locker room as I clutched the piece of paper in my hands. Who's bright idea was this?
Faith was runnin' a little late, an' I turned my head as she entered the locker room, slightly outta breath. "Sorry 'bout that. Hadda pick up Charlie from school. Now with Fred gone, kinda hard to do it all at the same time," she was sayin', as she twirled open her locker.
I was barely listenin' though. My mind was still focused on the piece of paper in my locker. "Did you get one of these?"
I unfolded the paper, an' showed it to Faith jus' as she pulled her own out of her locker. "Mandatory Camelot Halloween Party? Is this some kind of a joke?"
"Apparently not," I said with a slight grimace. "An' it says on here not to worry about costumes -- that all will be provided. Are they friggen kiddin' me?"
She looked at the paper. "Good thing Fred has the kids tonight. Because that's when this is for.. tonight after work..."
"Tonight?" I looked at the paper tonight. Sure as shit, it said tonight. What the hell. It was a good thing I didn't have any other plans anyway other than sittin' in front of the TV.
~**~
Mischeif. I always hated workin' this shift. Jag-offs thinkin' it was a good idea to come out, run toilet paper 'round trees, an' throw eggs at houses. It was 'nuff to make ya nuts. "Look at that," I stated, my finger pointin' to 'nother kid runn' cross the street wearin' all black. "Do they think that we can't see them.. I CAN SEE YOU!" I shouted the last part into my microphone. Sometimes I loved havin' one of those on top of my cars. I sometimes wished I had one installed on my regular car so I could scream at the jag-offs durin' my down time.
"Calm down, Bos." Faith kept her hands on her lap as she surveyed everythin' goin' on 'round her. I kept my hands on the wheel, tryin' to keep what was left of my sanity. Normally after a night like tonight, I'd see 'bout goin' out for a drink with everyone. But seein' has we hadda go to this party today, that wasn't in the cards.
"Was Davis actin' odd to you before?" I asked, my eyes turnin' towards Faith as I stopped for a red light. We'd met with 55-Charlie earlier on for a call, an' after everythin' was clear, I had asked Davis 'bout the party. First he'd hemmed an' hawwed.. an' after Sully had elbowed him in the ribs, he'd said he'd be there too.
"Yeah," she agreed, as she finally turned to look at me. "It was like he was hearin' 'bout it for the first time or somethin'..."
I nodded, an' focused my attention back on the road as the light changed to green. "Maybe Davis forgot..."
~**~
The shift ended at 11:30 instead of 11, since we hadda clean up a particularly bad accident scene. An' I was dog tired after comin' back to the locker room. Normally I woulda jus' called it a night, but that obviously wasn't in the cards. I looked over towards Faith. "You ready for this...?"
"I guess," she stated, as she pulled her shirt down after changin' into her street clothes. I saw a flash of skin, but tried to put it outta my mind. You see, Faith an' Fred, they'd been divorced for a few months prior. An' while parta me had wanted to jump in an' hit on her, I knew that these things took time. 'Sides. I was pretty sure that Faith didn't think of me that way. I had no interest in ruinin' in the friendship, so I kept my mouth shut.
I was attracted to her. You hadda be a blind man to not be attracted to her. But for once, I didn't wanna ruin thin's. So instead, I sorta went with the flow.
We figured on goin' to the party together, since misery loves company an' all. I pulled the sheet of paper outta my pocket 'gain. "150 E. 42nd street," I read, my eyes roamin' the page. "You have any idea where this is?"
"My guess is that it's between 41st an' 43rd, Bos."
"Oh, you're funny...."
~**~
150 E. 42nd Street turned out to be an old warehouse. An' I stood there, starin' at the door, an' then back down to the paper. "There hasta be some mistake..."
Faith was lookin' at her own note. "Nope. It says the same address on my place.. I jus' don't understand what this is about, or why it looks so friggen deserted..."
I was glad that my off-duty revolver was still hidin' 'round my ankle. This place was dark, an' it was givin' me the willies. I was 'bout to say to Faith that all bets were off an' we were leavin' when the door creeked open.
"Ah.. Officer Boscorelli, Officer Yokas... you've arrived," said the voice beyond the door. "Please.. come in..."
"What the -hell- is goin' on here?" I was in no mood for games. I was tired.
The door swung open the rest of the way, an' 'gainst my better judgement, I took a step inside. Curiousity had gotten the best of me, I supposed. Faith followed me, an' the door swung shut, causin' me to jump, an' causin' Faith to take a step closer to me. I reached for her hand, an' she instantly grabbed it, squeezin' it tightly for comfort.
If it wasn't for the fact that Christopher had transferred outta the 5-5 a couplea years prior, I woulda thought this was one of his tricks. Then my mind flashed to Cruz, but seein' as she was in jail, I didn't think she was behind all this either. "Don't worry," the voice said 'gain. It was jus' a voice. There wasn't even a person standin' in the room. "It'll all be clear in a few moments..."
"Fess up, Jag-Off.." I was beginnin'.. okay.. continuin' to get irritated. Was this someone's idea of a sick joke? It was pretty friggen dark in here as well. I squeezed Faith's hand tighter.
As if they were sensin' my complete apprehension, the lights slowly began to rise in the room. An' I blinked as they adjusted to the change in levels. "What the hell is this?"
This was like no halloween party I'd ever been to. We'd been tricked. I could send that right away. There was a table in the middle of the room, an' there were two unlit candles on top of it. On each chair there was a box, tied perfectly on top with a bowtie. An' it looked like there was a note at each place settin'. I gave Faith a quick look, but one glance into her eyes tol' me she had no clue what was goin' on either. Seein' as the room was almost fully illuminated -- an' was actually decorated rather nicely to my untrained eye -- I loosened my grip on her hand an' began to walk towards the table. I carefully lifted the note off of the plate that was labeled with my name, my eyes dartin' round the room before I read it to myself. Faith was readin' hers too, an' she looked jus' as baffled as me.
"It says we gotta take these boxes, an' go get changed back there," she said, pointin' towards two doors near the back of the room. "An' while we're in there changin', dinner will be prepared.. an' then the real surprise will begin.. Bos.. what the hell is goin' on here?"
"I have no idea, Faith..." My eyes roamed the room 'gain. It was jus' so weird... but it seemed innocent 'nuff.. at least for the time bein'. "If things get too weird, we'll hightail it outta here.. but I guess it can't hurt to play along for now..."
Was I really sayin' that? Yeah.. I guess I was really sayin' that. But if anythin' odd happened, I was outta here.
A flash of a smile flickered on Faith's lips. It was honestly one of the first smiles I'd seen on her face all day. I guess I really could go along for now.
~**~
I'd gotten the box opened, an' I was sittin' in stunned silence lookin' at the contents. They were kiddin' me, right? I pulled out the first item. It was a body suit. A -dark blue- body suit. I didn't know why I was carin' 'bout the color so much. All that -really- mattered is that it was a -body suit-. There was no way in hell I was wearin' a body suit.. and tights! They -were- high! I was -not- puttin' tights on. No way. No how.. no...
"Bosco...?" I heard Faith's small voice from the hallway. "You ... are you in costume...?"
"I..." I looked down at the items. "No.. no I'm not.." I was silent for a moment. "Are you?" If they were makin' me wear this stuff, I couldn't imagine what Faith was wearin'.
"I.. yeah.. but I'm not comin' out til you come out."
I exhaled. An' I looked down at the box of items 'gain. Would it -kill- me to wear this stuff...? "Alright. I'll get dressed..." I picked up the tights an' I grimaced. I still wasn't sure why I was doin' this. But for some God forsaken reason... I was doin' this.
~**~