Coffee Beans
By Ohfan007
Author's notes and Disclaimer: This story has no relation with the first Profiler story I wrote. This is dedicated to God, the readers, the cast, and my beta reader, Jordan_Radcliffe, I think she is still my beta reader for my profiler fics.Most of these characters belong to Sanders, and Moses, they do not belong to me, and I do not write this to make profit off of them, but for mine, and others amusement. They should be in reasonable good condition when I return them. Also, Starbucks does not belong to me, neither does Guys and Dolls.
Part 1
Richard Warren, his black, just below the ear hair, skipping madly around his petit face, walks into the spacious living room of the apartment he shares with his roommate.boyfriend, George Fraley, holding an impatient beeper that is letting off more energy in its tiny little beep than a fire engine does when racing down the street.He walks to the outer left wall, towards the computer desk, gazing at the screen which features a movie trivia site, as he walks besides the occupant of the computer chair in front of the desk.
He carefully removes the small green headphones from the occupant's head, and sets it on top of the green, portable Cd player in front of him. This brings to him a wave of music from the Broadway show, "Guys and Dolls," and two inquiesitive brown eyes gazing up at him.
"Your beeper, Georgie-Porgie." Rich says handing it to him.
George takes it, and blinks hard at it for a second, as he tries to bring himself out of the world he goes into when on a computer.He looks at the little screen sternly for a few seconds, before saying. "Oh, I have to call work."He gives Richard a weak smile.
"I know, you should really keep that on you, it woke me up, while I was trying to nap." Richard returns his smile with a playful glare.
"Oh, I am sorry. I forgot I took it out of my pocket when I came in. I'll try not to do that again, Rich." George's eyes light up with a suggetive gleam. "Why don't you go back to bed, then, and I'll see you when I get home."
"Oh, I am going back to bed, but you will not see me when you get home."
George stares at him blankly for a few minutes, when he remembers something, and his eyes fix into an apologetic look. "Oh, right, you are going to visit your parents for a few days. Sorry.I must be losing my mind, today."
"It's okay, Geo, why don't I shut this down, and you go call." Rich nods towards the computer.
"Sure, thanks, you're a doll." George pushes back the chair, and walks to the phone on the other side of the room.
Rich takes the mouse besides the CD player, and with a few clicks shuts down the computer. In a few seconds, the "It is now safe to shut down your computer." Flashes on the monitor, and Rich hits the power button on the monitor, and tower.He listens to the low music coming from the CD player, humming along with it.
George comes back over towards him. "Heigh Ho,Heigh Ho, It's off to work, I go.Have a safe trip, and behave yourself, and I will see you when you get back. Sorry, I can't drive you to the airport, like I promised. Oh, And don't let your arms get to tired." George says, giving Rich a strong hug.
"What do you mean, don't let my arms get to tired?" Rich cuddles into George's chest for a second, he stares up at George with a confused look.
"When you fly." George says with a laugh, disengaging the hug.Rich gives him a half smile. George gives Richard a peck on the check and heads for the door.Richard hears the door open, and turns to head back to his room to finish his nap-since his flight takes off at 10 pm, and he can never sleep on planes, when he hears footsteps coming back. George gives him another peck on the cheek, and grabs his walkman. Rich returns the peck on the cheek before George heads out again. George gives him a smile, slips the earphones on his ears, and heads out singing,"Sit down You're Rocking the Boat." The door closes cutting off George's sweet tenor voice, a few seconds later.
George continues to sing, but softer, as he walks down the hall to the elevator. He waits a few seconds for it to come up,after pushing the button, then hops inside. Mrs. Levitt from across the hall, who is stepping out,carrying a sack of groceries, gives him a nod of Hello. He nods back, still singing, as the doors start to close, he hears her mumble something about "Crazy neighbors." and laughs , as the doors close with a click, knowing she had mistaken the singing for talking to himself, which he had done before once before when they had ridden up on the elevators together.
He continues to sing as the elevator begins its trip down, wondering why the elevator had suddenly taken on the scent of strong Romanian Cabbage since he had last ridden on it. He laughs, realizing Mrs. Levitt must be going to make her infamous Sauerkraut and onions soon. He hopes he has to work late tonight, just so he isn't asked to try it, if he gets in before the Levitts go to bed. He wonders how Mr. Levitt can stand that. He shakes his head, he had always found the couple a little strange, Mrs. Levitt with her petit frame, and peculiar blue hair piled in a bun, and Mr. Levitt with his tall, slouched frame, and his bizarre affiction for Saffron Jack in the boxes. He laughs, who was he to judge, it wasn't exactly like he wasn't consider strange. He was in fact a jewish computer genius who happened to not like women, which many people found odd, he almost had three strikes against him in some people's books.This makes him laugh more, and he has to stop singing. The doors click open, and he steps out, heading to his car, a humoured smile on his face."Today should be an interesting day." He thinks to himself.
(more to come)
By Ohfan007
Author's notes and Disclaimer: This story has no relation with the first Profiler story I wrote. This is dedicated to God, the readers, the cast, and my beta reader, Jordan_Radcliffe, I think she is still my beta reader for my profiler fics.Most of these characters belong to Sanders, and Moses, they do not belong to me, and I do not write this to make profit off of them, but for mine, and others amusement. They should be in reasonable good condition when I return them. Also, Starbucks does not belong to me, neither does Guys and Dolls.
Part 1
Richard Warren, his black, just below the ear hair, skipping madly around his petit face, walks into the spacious living room of the apartment he shares with his roommate.boyfriend, George Fraley, holding an impatient beeper that is letting off more energy in its tiny little beep than a fire engine does when racing down the street.He walks to the outer left wall, towards the computer desk, gazing at the screen which features a movie trivia site, as he walks besides the occupant of the computer chair in front of the desk.
He carefully removes the small green headphones from the occupant's head, and sets it on top of the green, portable Cd player in front of him. This brings to him a wave of music from the Broadway show, "Guys and Dolls," and two inquiesitive brown eyes gazing up at him.
"Your beeper, Georgie-Porgie." Rich says handing it to him.
George takes it, and blinks hard at it for a second, as he tries to bring himself out of the world he goes into when on a computer.He looks at the little screen sternly for a few seconds, before saying. "Oh, I have to call work."He gives Richard a weak smile.
"I know, you should really keep that on you, it woke me up, while I was trying to nap." Richard returns his smile with a playful glare.
"Oh, I am sorry. I forgot I took it out of my pocket when I came in. I'll try not to do that again, Rich." George's eyes light up with a suggetive gleam. "Why don't you go back to bed, then, and I'll see you when I get home."
"Oh, I am going back to bed, but you will not see me when you get home."
George stares at him blankly for a few minutes, when he remembers something, and his eyes fix into an apologetic look. "Oh, right, you are going to visit your parents for a few days. Sorry.I must be losing my mind, today."
"It's okay, Geo, why don't I shut this down, and you go call." Rich nods towards the computer.
"Sure, thanks, you're a doll." George pushes back the chair, and walks to the phone on the other side of the room.
Rich takes the mouse besides the CD player, and with a few clicks shuts down the computer. In a few seconds, the "It is now safe to shut down your computer." Flashes on the monitor, and Rich hits the power button on the monitor, and tower.He listens to the low music coming from the CD player, humming along with it.
George comes back over towards him. "Heigh Ho,Heigh Ho, It's off to work, I go.Have a safe trip, and behave yourself, and I will see you when you get back. Sorry, I can't drive you to the airport, like I promised. Oh, And don't let your arms get to tired." George says, giving Rich a strong hug.
"What do you mean, don't let my arms get to tired?" Rich cuddles into George's chest for a second, he stares up at George with a confused look.
"When you fly." George says with a laugh, disengaging the hug.Rich gives him a half smile. George gives Richard a peck on the check and heads for the door.Richard hears the door open, and turns to head back to his room to finish his nap-since his flight takes off at 10 pm, and he can never sleep on planes, when he hears footsteps coming back. George gives him another peck on the cheek, and grabs his walkman. Rich returns the peck on the cheek before George heads out again. George gives him a smile, slips the earphones on his ears, and heads out singing,"Sit down You're Rocking the Boat." The door closes cutting off George's sweet tenor voice, a few seconds later.
George continues to sing, but softer, as he walks down the hall to the elevator. He waits a few seconds for it to come up,after pushing the button, then hops inside. Mrs. Levitt from across the hall, who is stepping out,carrying a sack of groceries, gives him a nod of Hello. He nods back, still singing, as the doors start to close, he hears her mumble something about "Crazy neighbors." and laughs , as the doors close with a click, knowing she had mistaken the singing for talking to himself, which he had done before once before when they had ridden up on the elevators together.
He continues to sing as the elevator begins its trip down, wondering why the elevator had suddenly taken on the scent of strong Romanian Cabbage since he had last ridden on it. He laughs, realizing Mrs. Levitt must be going to make her infamous Sauerkraut and onions soon. He hopes he has to work late tonight, just so he isn't asked to try it, if he gets in before the Levitts go to bed. He wonders how Mr. Levitt can stand that. He shakes his head, he had always found the couple a little strange, Mrs. Levitt with her petit frame, and peculiar blue hair piled in a bun, and Mr. Levitt with his tall, slouched frame, and his bizarre affiction for Saffron Jack in the boxes. He laughs, who was he to judge, it wasn't exactly like he wasn't consider strange. He was in fact a jewish computer genius who happened to not like women, which many people found odd, he almost had three strikes against him in some people's books.This makes him laugh more, and he has to stop singing. The doors click open, and he steps out, heading to his car, a humoured smile on his face."Today should be an interesting day." He thinks to himself.
(more to come)