A/N: This is my first real story. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the series, and I'm not making money off it. That's what my job is for.
The suspect they were pursuing was staying at a small hotel in Brooklyn, and he would not be back until tomorrow night. Captain Jim Deakins and detectives Mike Logan and Bobby Goren were to stake out the place to make sure that no accomplices showed up in the meantime. After a few hours, however, it became apparent that the forger was indeed working alone.
"I think we should stay here for the night, and then workout a plan in the morning. We can't afford to lose this guy." Deakins said to the two detectives.
"That works for me," Logan said shrugging. "I'm tired, anyway."
They checked into the hotel, and after getting their room keys, they all went in different directions.
A little after midnight there was an electrical storm as Bobby went to get some ice. As he rounded a corner the lights went out and he found himself bumping into-
"Captain! Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, but I think I dropped my room key"
"Oh, no. I think I did, too. Wait," Bobby said as he was feeling around the ground."I think I –yeah there it is." Goren quickly grabbed the small key and handed the one next to it to Deakins. "Well so much for ice," he muttered out loud.
Deakins chuckled" I'll see you in the morning, detective."
"Yeah, goodnight, Captain."
Deakins started to walk towards his room. "I think this is the way," he thought to himself. He went down a hall, and he saw a room that he thought was his. (The lights were still out.) He smiled when the key fit into the lock and he opened the door. The smug smile on his face faded very quickly when he heard a voice.
"What took you so long, baby? Did you get the ice?"
Deakins froze in terror. He had Goren's key! But wait…that voice sounded like-
"Logan?" Deakins was trying hard t keep the panic from his voice.
Suddenly there was a yelp from the bed, and the lights came on to reveal Mike desperately trying to make himself decent. It wasn't an easy task considering he was lying on top of the covers in what was supposed to be a suggestive pose.
There was a moment of stunned silence as the poor older man stared awkwardly at one of his best detectives. Just when he thought the moment couldn't get any more awkward, he could hear Goren coming down the hall.
"Sir, I think we got our keys-oh, dear God," Goren stood in the doorway and looked first at Mike laying on the bed and then at Deakins. "Um….I can explain."
Deakins in the meantime, had turned quite a few shades of red, some of which neither men had ever seen before. Then, after a few moments he spoke in a remarkably calm voice.
"I am going to go back to my room," he took the key from Goren" I'm going to go to bed, and we are never going to speak of this again."
"Captain?" Mike looked up cautiously also trying to keep calm.
"We never speak of this again! Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir," the embarrassed couple said at once. They watched as their Captain walked quickly toward his room in stunned silence.
After a pause Bobby looked at Mike.
"Well, that could have gone worse," he said, as if he were commenting on the weather.
"Yeah, it could have," Mike agreed. A sly smile crossed his face. "So, did you get the ice?"
Fin
A/N: Well there you have it, folks my first real story. Constructive criticism only, please.