Nikki and Nora are the property of Nancylee Myatt and Warner Bros. Television. No infringement intended.

Co Authored by Docwho2100

Authors Notes: These are the unbeta'ed chapters. I will sometimes use derogatory speech in my stories because that would be what the characters would use in those instances. They in now way reflect my own personal opinions or beliefs. There is bad language in this story.

On The Take

Jimmy Bianchi watched the two vice cops walk towards him, needing their... fix. He smirked. "Took you two long enough. The boss' son was picked up by your boys not far away from his drop point. He was in the middle of his fucking dinner with his lady friend enjoying his meal, when your fucking buddies came in. Didn't even get him a chance to finish his dinner, and take his lady home. I tell you no fucking class, you blue boys have. Needless to say, a couple of hours after the drop, the Boogalee* was picked up and decided to squeal a little bit. Now what the family would like you to do is to make a liar out of the little fuck. Make sure that nothing incriminating can come back to the boss' son. Just make sure that they don't have the evidence to support a little lying fuck. Capiche."

"Where's the money?" Wayne asked, resting his hand on the end of his billy club.

Jimmy took the money out of his side pocket, in a plain brown envelope, its thickness plainly visible. "You mean this envelope I found."

"Take it, Delaney," Wayne said.

"You got it, Morgan," William Delaney said, reaching out to take the envelope from Bianchi. "Pleasure doing business with you, Bianchi," He said, putting the cash in his inside pocket of his black leather jacket.

"We expect this to be taken care of or the boss will find others who can get the job done. This one is important to him as you can imagine," the Italian said seriously. "You have to make sure this fucker doesn't have enough to get this to court."

"Don't worry. We'll make sure that it doesn't go anywhere. No evidence that he was the drop man, then he walks. Easy as that," William said with a shrug as he check the security of the envelope, missing the look that passed between Bianchi and his partner.

"Yeah, Bianchi. Chill. This won't make it to court." Wayne Morgan said quietly. "Tell your boss to put his mind to ease."

Delaney and Morgan turned and headed back to their unmarked car, while Bianchi got into the back of the limo. The two cops watched it pull away. Delaney shook his head in appreciation at the Rolls Royce limo. "Sleek and elegant, with more curves than a $1,000 hooker. Speaking of which, did you see Nora's partner, Nikki Beaumont. Shit I'd like to stick it to her."

"She is a councilman's daughter, and a fellow officer. What makes you think she would let you stick it too her, and that you wouldn't get fired even if she did? I like my job and her daddy has a bit too much political pull for my tastes. He could have your badge as a dining table center piece if you fuck with his daughter and he doesn't like it," Wayne said in his monotone.

"Whatever, look I promised Bobby that I would have a drink with him tonight at the bar. Want to come with and blow off some steam?" William asked getting into their car , He took out the money, counting it out, then handing his partner half of the $2,000 Bianchi had given them.

"Sorry, I have an errand to run tonight. But here, go and have some fun. Buy a round for you and Bobby on me. And tell your mom I'll be there for Sunday dinner this week and thanks for the invitation," Wayne said, handing Will a twenty back from the stack of bills. "I'll drop you off at the station, or would you prefer the bar?"

"The bar, I can catch a ride from there," William said, smiling. He had enough now to buy his family's Christmas presents with this last bit of cash. His mom was getting that China pattern she had always wanted this year, and his baby sister was getting the best bottle of Bourbon he could find in Nola.

Twenty minutes later William was sitting in the bar, laughing and pounding Bobby on the back. "I told you micks were not known for their horseback skills in the old country," he poked his baby brother on the dark lump now gracing his forehead.

"Ow, stop it you turdlinger, or I will bust your ass," Bobby said jerking his head away. "Shit it's last call already. Where were you? You didn't get here until last call.".

"I had some police business to take care of, you know real cop stuff, not cleaning up horse poop off the sidewalk," William said, giving Bobby a noogie.

"Watch it, Billy. I will sic Daisy on you and she will leave horse poop on your head," Bobby chuckled. "Look why don't we go over to my place and we can finish up there? I can call Bernie and see if he wants to join us."

"Ok sounds good, but Bernie no can do. He is at the firehouse tonight. How about Betty?" William asked.

"No, Nikki and her are doing a stake out, so it looks like just two of the 4 B's are available tonight. And you know Nora will kill you for letting out her middle name in a cop bar," Bobby laughed. "Let's go."

After they paid the tab, they walked down the street, Bobby's small apartment a few blocks away. "Speaking of Betty, her partner is quite the looker," William led in.

"Um... yeah. I guess," Bobby got a little wary, giving his brother a sidewards glance. "She is very pretty. But you know, Nora is protective of her partners, and even more so of Nikki. I know where you are going with this, and don't."

"What, you would think Nora would like to have her partner in the family. They are very close, so it's like gaining a sister if we hit it off," William looked at Bobby.

Bobby started feeling a bit hot. He hated this, and wished Nora would just come out already. Damn this was getting awkward. He couldn't lie well, probably one of the reasons he would stay in mounted throughout his career. "I just don't think Nora would like us hitting on her partner," he said, truthfully, although for some reason it felt like he was being dishonest. ~Damn you Nora Betty Delaney.~

William paused, studying his brother. "Well I am going to ask her out. I'll stop by Nora's house after she gets done with her stake out and get Nikki's number."

"You don't want to do that, Billy. Just, please leave it alone," Bobby said, not wanting Nora to have to go through an intrusion by a Delaney yet again. It was bad enough when he had walked in on the two of them. ~Nora why do you give a fucking key to all the family. Any one of us can walk in. Stupid blonde move.~

"Ok what is going on, Bobby? You are acting very defensive and weird. Do you want to ask Nikki out? Or do you two have a thing? If you do, just tell me and I will back off. Maybe I could be your wing man?" William said.

"No... NO I do not have a thing for Nikki," Bobby said, wishing that he hadn't drank so much with the bang on the head he had taken.

"Then what is the problem little brother?" Will asked.

"Nothing," Bobby said.

William sighed and put him in the head pincher maneuver he had used when they were kids. "You know this is going to make you faint," William said, popping his brother's head with the arm not slowly cutting off Bobby's air supply.

"Cut it out, you asshole," Bobby was hitting him wherever he could land it in this position. He swore that he could out maneuver pretty much any bad guy he had ever collared, but with his older brothers, they still could twist him up to where he was ineffective. One of the reasons he always sought out Nora's friendship when they were kids; something that continued today as he was closer to Nora.

"Tell me," William said, "I'm not going to stop?"

"Damnit!" Bobby was turning red. "Promise you won't say anything."

"Of course."

"Nora and Nikki are partners. Like really partners. Nora is in love with her, really really in love. It's a beautiful thing to see. But you can't tell anyone that you know," Bobby said, feeling guilty, but at the same time wanting Billy to see the love that Nora held in her eyes when she looked at Nikki if she didn't think anyone else was watching. And he was often watching, happy that his sister was happy finally.

"What?" William said, pulling back. "Betty? Little Betty likes skirts?"

"Please, Billy. Don't judge. I have never seen her happier than I have ever since Nikki Beaumont came into her life. Don't be an ass," Bobby said.

William sighed and shook his head. "I'm not. It just, took me by surprise is all. Although... she always could out run and out shoot most of the boys that we brought around. You're right though. Who am I to judge."

"She really is happy, Billy," Bobby said, pulling his brother into a manly half hug.

"That's all I ever wanted for my baby sister. So how did you find out?" At Bobby's blush, William gave a wicked smile. "This sounds like a story I have to hear. Let's get to your place and you can tell me over a beer."

*Boogalee – derogatory slang term for a Cajun. Possibly from a bastardization of the French word for feces.