Stag Night
by RoadrunnerGER
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'll put them back where I've found them when I'm finished.
A/N: Welcome back, the readers of "Karaoke", hello, the new ones. At first I wanted to post this as a single long story, but then I decided to make chapters. Please have fun with the first one and grant me some fun, too, by reviewing…;-)
1
A new partner
One Police Plaza
MCS
The last night. This was the last night of his old life.
How often did he stand on the brink of an abyss? In the last few years she had been the one who pulled him back and saved him. He owed her his life, both, figuratively and literally.
Tomorrow he would marry the woman he loved with every fiber of his being.
Tomorrow he would marry Alexandra Eames.
Alex!
A sigh escaped him. When he shook himself out of his reverie his gaze fell again on the forms he still had to fill out. This brought him completely back to presence.
He still was not accustomed to the new sight which greeted him when he looked up and over to the adjoined desk. Alex was not there anymore. A stranger had taken her place and he hoped and prayed that it would work out soon… or he could add another ex-partner to his collection.
Why haven't they given Mike the job? I know Mike and he knows me. We would have found a way to partner up lastingly. But instead they punish this freshly transferred detective from Boston with my oddities.
The guy was in his thirties, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He had been a member of a homicide division until he crossed the paths of the wrong men and was transferred to get him out of the line of fire. Together with him came his fiancé, a medical examiner, who now worked together with Dr. Hammerback.
Furtively Bobby looked up at his new partner. The morning they had been introduced to each other they had been sitting at their respective desks for approximately two hours. Bobby had studied some evidence while the newbie had worked himself into the case by reading the corresponding files. When they had left together around noon to question a witness he had offered Bobby to call him by first name. No, that was not quite right. He had insisted on being called his nickname he was so used to: Woody.
Bobby had refused and still called him neither Woodrow nor Woody but Hoyt… to the annoyance of Woody who seemed to be offended whenever Bobby addressed him. Whenever this happened Woody stared at him with a look mixed out of desperation, amusement and something that he only could classify as lost puppy.
Woody had tried to simply ignore him and call him Bobby, but he just tried once… Bobby's stare of irritation and annoyance must have been threatening enough. But that did not stop him from giving him his puppy-looks, which on the other hand annoyed Bobby…
Soon this working day would be over. Bobby glanced at his watch. Hardly one hour. Then he would vanish out of the office and hide for the night. He had his suspicions that his few friends might plan something for to celebrate his last night as bachelor.
"Goren, Hoyt!" Deakins called. "Please come to me."
They got up and strolled into his office.
"I'm sorry, Bobby," Deakins said, "but I have to do this. Everyone is overcharged, so you will have to work tonight." He picked up a note and reached it over to Goren. "Homicide called me. They have a dead girl at this pool hall here. The owner is very concerned… obviously she's the daughter of some influential people. Among her friends also must be someone who fears bad publicity. Please handle this with care."
"Yes, sir," Goren mumbled. Skeptically he looked at the note. It was just a pool hall. "If you tell me who might feel threatened…"
"I don't know myself. I just was told that someone got quite excited when he was ordered to stay until everyone could be questioned. If I got the sergeant right, they are continuing with their party while waiting."
"Great." Goren rolled his eyes. That was exactly what he needed tonight.
"Could be worse," Woody said on their way out.
"Yeah? Really? How could it be?"
"Well, at least you can work and don't have to worry about your friends ambushing you."
How the hell does this rookie know? Well, as he has to work our cases alone while we are on honeymoon, he knows that I'll marry tomorrow. But who gave away that I'm trying to avoid my friends tonight?
Mike? Carolyn?
Speculating did no good. Now he had to concentrate on the investigation. And that was not an easy thing to do with the hyperactive Woody Hoyt dancing around the scene.
He had just passed the squad room's door when Deakins picked up the receiver again and called Mike's cell phone, a cunning grin on his face. When he had finished he got his keys, a wrapped parcel, gathered the rest of the squad together and they all left, too
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"Okay, folks, he's coming!" Mike yelled as soon as he had ended the call. "Deakins just sent him over to the crime scene."
"We're not finished," Mac Taylor complained.
"You have to be," John Eames scolded. "You knew when Jim wanted to send him here."
"Yeah, but work delayed us and the job comes first." He put last hand to the surprise he prepared together with Danny Messer. Someone else ushered a waitress out.
"It's good as it is," Ron Carver said. "Don't worry."
"I don't worry, Mike did."
"No, I didn't," the concerned detective contradicted, popping a peanut in his mouth. "I just said that he's coming. So would you please hide now."
"Yeah, yeah, I do." He got his things together and backed off.
"Looks great," Danny praised. "We can be proud."
"Yep."
"You're both right, but now leave, okay." Mike was nervous by now.
"Not necessary, Mike. Someone has to work the scene, you know."
Mike just rolled his eyes in response.
Everyone vanished in the depth of the room, leaving the surprise for Bobby to find.
tbc…
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