Title: Yeah, Sure
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Crossover: Stephanie Plum
Characters: Wesley, Stephanie
Disclaimer: I own diddily and squat. Joss and Janet Evanovich own all.
Summary: People really should learn to listen more carefully.
Word count: 495
Author's notes: Um, I've only read the first book and about two chapters of the second, so we're going with that. And this is pre season 1 of Angel, Rogue demon hunter Wesley. If I've really screwed the characters up, please tell me.
Yeah, Sure
A girl's allowed to make a few mistakes, I just seem to be the only one who makes em so damn often. Morelli was one of my better mistakes, but hooking up with this joker was a whole different ballpark. Trenton was going through another one of these heat waves, and bodies were popping up all over the burg. The even weirder part is that bodies were going missing. Dead bodies.
I was picking up a load of case files on FTA's when this tall, dark, and British guy comes strolling into Vincent Plum Bail Bonding Company. He didn't look like your average bounty hunter, but neither do I. Course, he could have been in for bail. Connie Rosolli's eyebrows shot up into her teased black hair.
"How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a Miss Plum. Her grandmother informed me that she would be here?"
"Just my luck. Stephanie's over there," she jerked her head in my direction. Gee, thanks Connie.
"Miss Plum?"
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time?" My,my,my, didn't someone have quite a pompous name?
"Yeah, I guess."
"Privately?" He looked pointedly over his shoulder at Connie, who was checking out his butt.
"I don't have all day," I said impatiently.
"This will only take a few moments, I assure you."
We walked next door to Fiorello's Deli. If he was gonna be a pain in my ass, I could be one right back in his. I made him wait until I'd ordered a sandwich.
"What's this all about, buddy?"
"I went to the local authorities concerning the death of a Mr. . . " he flipped through a file he'd pulled out of his bag. I stared at it for a minute. It was the size of my pocketbook, and twice as girly. "Ah, here it is. A Mr. Salvador Minetti."
"Sal Minetti?" He had died about a week ago, I remember because my Grandma Mazur had made me drive her to Stiva's for the funeral. "What about him?"
"From the autopsy report, he had two small wounds on his neck."
"And a cracked skull, what's your point?"
"The man accused of his murder recently skipped his bond, didn't he?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, this man - Mr. who is only seen at night in his car."
"What does any of this with you and me?"
"Well, he is - please brace yourself - is a vampire. He is your 'skip', isn't he?" You are just a bounty hunter, you haven't got the training to handle such a creature."
"And you do?" I was sick of people assuming I couldn't do this job.
"I am a rogue demon hunter."
"Yeah, sure you are. Look, I'm a big girl, and I can bring in this skip. I don't need another jerk in my life, so thanks for the advice, but shove it." Rogue demon hunter my ass.
