A/N: Howdy, y'all!! This is a new story I've just started on. It's okay, but I think it needs a little work. R/R, please.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks. Disney does. If you want money, talk to them. I do, however, own Tammie and Ryan. They are not based on any actual person or fictitious character. I just made them up, so you know. On with the show!!

The Surprise

"You what?!" I couldn't believe my ears

"Adam, calm down!" My boss, Tammie, looked at me pleadingly.

"Calm down?! You gave my promotion to someone outside the agency." I shook my head in disbelief. "Who is it, some blonde body-building type?"

"You could say that. Ryan Andrews is the best. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, me too." I stormed out of her office and toward the elevator.

"Detective Banks, where are you going?" Ilene, the secretary, asked.

"To the bar. See you tomorrow." I grabbed my coat and left the office.

"I've been with the agency for ten years," I grumbled as I turned up my collar. "I know the procedures in and out. I've even got a Master's in Criminal Justice from Princeton. But, no, I don't get the promotion."

I opened the door to Bud's Tavern, my precinct's hangout. I strolled right up to the bar. I took the stool next to an attractive blonde sipping a beer.

"Hey, Bud." I got the barkeep's attention. "Give me a Miller."

He nodded and slid a longneck bottle across the bar to me. I nodded my thanks and popped the top.

"Rough day?" The blonde asked, staring at her beer.

"Yeah, and its still morning." I glanced at her, noticing she looked beat. "How 'bout you?"

She glanced sideways at me, smiled weakly, and said, "Rough decade."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I took a swig of my beer. Then I cleared my throat. "You wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head, long curls flying everywhere. "You don't wanna hear my sob-fest."

I turned to face her, showing her she had my full attention.

"I'd be happy to listen to it." I smiled.

She grinned back. "Okay, but you're next."

"Deal."

She ordered another Heineken and started peeling the label. I just waited patiently.

"Well," she began, "I've been out of high school for 10 years. I went to the University of Rochester in New York, studied 2 majors and minor, getting two worthless Master's and one worthless minor." She looked up at my astonished face and shook her head. "Yeah, I know. I had no life in college." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, after those for years, I transferred to Harvard Law. After three years, I got my law degree and graduated magnum cum laude from the Boston Police Academy. I spent the next 6 months getting another worthless degree and studying self-defense. I was an overachiever. Then I moved to Europe for a year and a half." She sighed and continued. "I met this great guy, who came back to the States with me. For the last year, we've been living together in Boston. Then, I was transferred her, to D.C. and Pierre decided," she choked back a tear. "He decided he couldn't come with me. He's back in Paris as we speak." She chugged her beer and sniffled. "Long story short, I have 4 degrees I can do nothing with, just got dumped, and don't know anybody here." She looked sheepishly at me. "Well, except for you. Your turn."

"Um, okay," I started nervously. "I started with an agency right out of high school. They helped fund my college years at Princeton. My hockey scholarship paid the rest. I got a Master's in Criminal Justice and just last year completed my hours for a Ph.D. in Criminology. Then I found out today I was passed up for a promotion I'd kill for. And it was given to some guy who's a rookie in my corporation." I chugged my beer. "All in all, I'm pretty annoyed."

"Bummer," she said, shaking her head. She finished her beer. Then she threw some bills on the bar. While standing up, she said, "Come on, stranger. I know exactly what we need."

I kind of looked at her, but made no motion to stand. So she just threw a few more bills on the bar and grabbed my hand.

"Come on," she urged, pulling me out the door.

It had started to snow while we were talking. The girl just chattered away as she guided me through the Capital's streets.

"Where are we going?" I asked, not really caring what the answer was.

"To see the sights." She looked at me mischievously and turned into a shop.

It was a video store. The store was old and dusty. She led me to the back of the shop.

"Whoa!" I said as we entered the back room. I started to turn to leave, but she put up a hand to stop me.

"What? Don't tell me you're scared of a little mature movie collection?" She chuckled.

"Why is it that you seem unfazed by it and yet I'm a nervous wreck?" I asked, swallowing uncomfortably.

"Well, my older brothers had stuff like this all over their room. I'd go in and take them and tattle." She smiled. Then she looked back at me. "Pick one."

"Are you crazy?" I looked at her incredulously.

"Are you serious?" She raised an eyebrow. "Come on. It's nothing bad."

"Nothing bad?" I said lowly.

"Yeah, it's just porn." She shrugged.

"Let's go." I turned to leave.

"Ohmigod!" She said behind me.

"What, find one you recognized?" I faced her. Her face was lit up in amusement. "What?"

"You've never seen porn!"

"So?" I shrugged uncomfortably. "And you have?"

"Hey, my friends and I used to watch them for sex tips in high school."

My eyebrows went up. "Really?"

"All the time." Then her eyes got wide and she smiled. "I've got an idea. Let's go!"

She grabbed my arm and practically ran out of the store. We walked a few blocks and came to a bookstore.

"Go into the café and wait for me. I'll be there in a second." She ordered me. "Get me a double mochaccino." She ushered me inside and started into the store.

"Okay, that's weird." But I did as she asked- I mean, told me to do. Then I waited.

About 10 minutes later, she came back, shopping bag in hand. "For you," was all she said as she handed it to me.

I carefully opened the bag. Inside were about half a dozen dirty magazines. I looked from her to the bag and back again.

"What's this for?" I whispered, leaning across the table in alarm.

She propped her elbows on the table and leaned in so her face was a quarter of an inch from mine. "Trust me, you need them," she whispered back.

I shook my head and drank my coffee. She was staring at me and biting her lip in thought.

"What?" I asked.

"This is none of my business," she said, setting her coffee down, "but have

you ever had a girlfriend?"

"No, it's not any of your business." I stared at her across the table. Finally, I said, "No, I haven't."

"You're really attractive and, if you're college story is correct, very intelligent.

May I inquire as to why you haven't had one?"

For some reason, my pulse quickened when she said that. I calmed myself down, then said, "I've always been too busy for one." She opened her mouth to say something, but I motioned for her to stay quiet. "No, I'm not gay. I was always focused on hockey and school" I ran a hand through my hair.

"Oh." She stared at the table. "I see."

We finished our coffee in silence. We left the café and went outside. It was snowing really hard.

"Hey, it's pretty bad out. My place is only a block away. You can wait the storm out there if you want." I don't know what made me ask that quirky girl to my place, but I did know I really wanted her to say yes.

She smiled at me then looked around. "You know what?" She said finally. When I shook my head, she continued, "That sounds great."

We walked the block to my apartment. I opened the door and ushered her inside. Then I looked down at her (she was about 5'7"; roughly 3 inches shorter than me).

"You know what?" I asked as I led her to the living room and gestured for her to have a seat.

"What?" She asked, sitting on the couch while I started a fire.

"I don't even know your name." I smiled at her and took a seat on the coffee table in front of the place she occupied on the couch.

"Let's leave it that way, stranger."

And before I could reply, she leaned in and began to kiss me.

All I could think was 'Wow!'. I mean, a gorgeous, intelligent woman was remotely interested in me. I pulled away and looked into her eyes. They were green with flicks of orange around the pupil.

"What?" She whispered huskily, running a hand through my hair.

"Nothing," I said as I caressed her cheek. It was so soft. "Come on." I stood up and led her through the apartment to the bedroom.

The room was dark because the blinds were shut. There was just enough light to make out her face.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close. I kissed her for what felt like hours.

When we finally broke apart, I ran a hand over her cheek and played with a tendril of her hair.

She started to slide her blazer off, and slowly it fell to the floor. She looked into my eyes and started to undo the buttons on my dress shirt. She kissed my lips then stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "This is exactly what we need."

I chuckled and looked down at her shirt; a regular white T-shirt. I pulled it up and over her head, watching her curls fall onto her shoulders.

She threw my shirt over her shoulder and kissed me again. I ran my hands

up and down her arms and back.

A few minutes later, amid more kissing, caressing, and her sighing, we were standing there, naked. She grinned devilishly. She climbed onto my bed, got under the sheets, and, with one finger, beckoned me to follow. I climbed next to her.

"Just relax, okay? The first time is a little weird, but it'll be okay." She pulled me close and kept kissing me.

Gradually I went from being beside her to on top of her, and then inside her.

I started to sweat. She kept moaning. I tried to stay focused, but no dice.

I got high off of the power of dominating her. I couldn't stop myself. I went deeper. She opened her eyes and stared right into mine. In that instant, I became totally empowered and a second later, I was tired and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Wow." I rolled over and looked at the clock. It read 11:30 PM. I looked down at her, snuggling into me. "Hey," I whispered, moving the hair out of her face.

"Hmm?" She didn't even look up or open her eyes.

"You hungry?"

"No." She shook her head.

I got up to go to the kitchen.

"Don't forget to throw the condom away," she said.

I freaked. I hadn't put on a condom. "UH?" I asked like I hadn't heard her.

"I put a condom on you earlier. Don't forget to toss it." And then she was asleep.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked down. There is it was. I laughed as I took it and threw it out into the trashcan.

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ

I rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:30.

"Crap!" I shot out of bed. "I've got 30 minutes to get ready and get to work."

I grabbed some clothes and raced to the adjoining bathroom. I turned on the shower, then feeling confused, went back into the bedroom. The bed was empty. In her place was a piece of paper.

I left the shower to warm up as I read what she'd written.

"'Hey, Stranger! I had a really nice time yesterday. Maybe we could do it again sometime. Signed, ME.' Great! Let's do it again sometime. Oh, wait! I don't know your name, number, anything!"

I crumpled up the note and threw it away. Then I got ready for the first day in my personal hell.

A/N: Well? How's the first chapter? I started the 2nd one, but until I finish sorting out some details, it's gonna have to wait! Lata! ~NELLI~