Guess who's back with another story! Oh that would be me! So the title comes from Elephant Love Medley. It's in Moulin Rouge. And the summary is based off the lyrics. Which I would have never found without the help of iluvcsi4eva! Thank you so much! She was a big part in getting this story up. She was really pumped about reading this. I'm just babbling now, on with the story...

But wait; Disclaimer: I don't own anything exceeept Niki Foxx and the Foxx's. Oh and ten81CSI she owns Kylie Flack, she's just amazingly awesome and lets me borrow her. Check out alll her stories! Trust me there are a lot! Okay now on with the reading...

As the orange sun set behind the New York skyline the club scene began to rise. In one of the Strip Clubs a few men watched girls in skimpy outfits swing around the poles. It was still early, too early for all the girls to be working the poles or the audience. One of the dancers sat at one of the barstools nodding her head to Lady Gaga playing softly in the background as she read the newspaper. Her bangs kept falling in her face as she read over the police blotter.

"You may want to think about cutting those, Foxx." The bartender smiled at her as he dried one of the beer glasses.

The brunette looked up from her paper and rolled her eyes. "Todd, shut up. I've been mad busy lately. I haven't had time to get them cut."

"Oh yeah working that pole really takes up all your time."

"Shut the fuck up before I punch you." She growled and then turned her attention back to the paper.

Todd leaned over the bar and ripped the paper away from Niki. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. She stood up on her barstool and smacked Todd in the head.

"I was reading that you fucktard." Niki growled.

Todd ran his hands over his dirty blonde hair to feel if he had a bump already. His dark blue eyes read over the section of the paper Niki had previously been reading.

"Oh hey," He smiled when he recognized a name in the print, "Your boyfriend is in the paper."

"He isn't my boyfriend!" Niki snapped as she snatched the paper back, "I haven't talked to him in years so there!"

"Yeah but you talk about him all the time." Todd laughed.

Niki sat back on the barstool and folded up the paper. "You're a little fucker," Niki growled, "And I hate you."

"Hey!" A voice called from behind Niki, "Guarda la tua bocca!"

Niki rolled her eyes as she turned around to face her cousin, and owner of the club, Derek Foxx. Of all the Foxx's, Derek was the outcast when it came to looks. Instead of the usually brown hair and brown eyes, Derek was blondie with hazel eyes. But lucky for him, he was blessed with the Foxx smile. A smile that was indescribable, but could brighten anyone's day.

"Oh ha chiuso su. Nessuno le cure che lei pensa." Niki laughed.

Derek rolled his eyes. "You should, I mean, I do sign your pay checks and everything."

"Point taken."

"Oh he got you there Niki!" Todd laughed as he poured his boss a glass of beer.

Niki shot Todd a look and wondered what she could do to him. Punching him would be a lot of work, and Derek could get in the way. But she could always spill the beer on Todd, but then Derek would get pissed off.

"Bella," Derek called, interrupting Niki from her plotting, "Get ready for work. Tonight is a big night. We got a bachelor party coming in."

"Will do captain!" Niki smiled, saluting her cousin as she jumped off the barstool and back into the locker room.


Danny Messer walked under the crime scene tape, a smile on his face. The Lucky Night club was one that Danny frequented multiple times. He walked over to Stella and Mac who were already processing around the body.

"So what's the dirt?" Danny asked as he scanned the scene. Well he wasn't doing much scene scanning. He was checking out all the Strippers huddled together watching what was going on before them. His eyes landed on one of the girls who was wearing a Rangers t-shirt that was a size or two too small.

"Hey check out that girl," Danny said, nodding his head toward the girl in the Rangers shirt, "The perfect girl for Flack right there."

Stella shook her head as she turned around to look at the girl. "Oh a Stripper clad in a Rangers shirt. Definitely perfect."

"Well the two victims were shot by two gunmen, according to eye witnesses. One of the girls said that she kicked the guy out of one of the suspect's hands." Mac said, trying to bring the conversation back to the scene.

"In stilettos?" Stella asked, glancing at all the girl's shoes, "Damn that's one hell of a kick."

"My guess it's the one with the bloody foot. We're going to need a DNA sample from her." Mac said.

Danny grinned when he realized which Stripper had the bloody foot. "I got it boss!" Danny walked over to the girls a swagger in his step. "Hello Ladies, I'm Detective Danny Messer."

"Oh hey girls, it's a Staten Island boy. How cute." The one in the Rangers shirt said with a smirk.

The blonde standing next to her elbowed her in the arm. "Be nice. He's always throwing you some good money. And beside he pays me well for lap dances." She gave Danny a wink.

Danny blushed a little bit from all the stares and giggles from the strippers. "Look, I need a DNA sample from you." He said to the brunette in the Rangers shirt.

"Sorry Detective, but you gotta pay me first." She said as she folded her arms across her chest.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Just open your mouth."

"Whoa slow down there buddy. Like I said, I wanna get paid first." She shot back at him.

The blonde rolled her eyes and gave her friend a look. "Play nice. He could be paying for your dinner next week."

The brunette sighed and opened her mouth so Danny could swirl the swab around. She let out a moan as he took out the swab and Danny gulped. This stripper was hot.

"Alright, I need your name." Danny said.

"Niki," The brunette said.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Last name?"

"It's none of your business. So I recommend you get back to your dinky little lab and stare down a microscope and find out who shot those people."

"You are aware I can arrest you for obstruction of justice?" Danny asked her.

"Go for it," She snapped, "I dare you."

Danny pulled his handcuffs off his belt and turned Niki around to cuff her. "I never pass up a dare."

"Hey maybe after you're done being a tool we can use this cuffs in the bedroom." Niki said, winking at him.

"Save it bitch."

"That's gotta be harassment or something!"


The young detective walked into the interrogation room, reading over the same file for the fifth time. He had Adam run the sample again just to make sure. But it was true. Danny sat down across from Niki, who was leaning back in her chair, arms folded across her chest. She looked like she had been in this position many times before.

"Your DNA is a familial match to DNA found at a murder. A Mafia style murder." Danny said bluntly.

"So what are you trying to say?" Niki asked, her brown eyes narrowing.

"I'm saying that some male member of your family is a Mafia player. The Foxx Family to be exact."

Niki raised an eyebrow and she leaned forward in her chair. "So what, you think I'm part of the Foxx Family?"

"Well rumor has it Lucky Night is run by a Foxx and you just happen to look like one…"

Niki sat up straight and started thinking of a plan. She couldn't let this cop push the matter anymore. She didn't want to say something she would ultimately regret later. Niki stood up from her chair and sat on the table next to Danny. She placed her stiletto on the chair in the space between Danny's legs. She was pleased with herself for wearing shorts that she could pull up.

"Listen Detective," She said seductively, "I hear the Foxx's are a good looking family, so I can see why you'd mix me up with them." She started pull one short leg higher and higher.

Danny's breath got caught in his throat. He watched as the brunette slowly pulled up her shorts.


"Oh my god Danny! Don't fall for that!" Kylie moaned as she started to run toward the door to the interrogation room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her older brother, Don Flack, walking down the hallway a file in hand.

"Hey Sis," He smiled when he saw her; "Do you know which interrogation room Dan-o is in? He says he's talking to a hot stripper."

Kylie had a sly smile on her face. She knew that the second Niki saw Don she would freak out. "Oh he's in there." She nodded her head toward the door and went back to the other room to see what was going to happen.

Flack's blue eyes were on the file when Niki first saw him. Her heart started pounding in her chest as she quickly pulled her foot away from in between Danny's legs. The heel of her stiletto clipped Danny's jeans causing Niki to trip forward as she tried to stand up. She stumbled forward until she was staring at Flack's broad chest.

"Niki? Is it you?" He asked, sounding astonished that she would actually be in an interrogation room.

"Yes, it's me." Niki sighed, rolling her eyes. She pulled down her short leg that she had rolled up and sat back down.

Flack sat down next to Danny and looked up at Niki. "So you're a stripper now?"

"Don't act so surprised." She groaned, rolling her eyes again.

"Alright, hate to ruin this reunion but we got a murder at hand." Danny said.

"Murder?" Flack asked, "You mean the one at the club, right?"

"No, I'm talking about the mob hit where DNA was found with a familial match to hers."

Flack's eyes grew wide as he looked into Niki's brown eyes. "Nik, this isn't…."

"Stop assuming I'm Mafia because of my last name!" Niki shouted at them. "And familial match, that's bullshit. You're stupid computers are probably fucked up! I'm not Mafia!" She stood up from her chair and started heading toward the door.

"Niki," Flack said softly as he noticed the tattoo on Niki's lower back. It was a fox head biting on a ribbon and on one side of the ribbon were the letters NCF and on the other side was a set of numbers that could have been a date of some sort. Over the fox's head was some saying in Italian. "It's your tattoo. The date, that's the day you decided to not go back to college. You are part of them."

The brunette bit her bottom lip and looked up at the ceiling. She could hear the hurt in Flack's voice. For some reason he always thought highly of her, that she had so much potential. Niki turned around and titled her head to the side, her brown eyes on Flack.

She took a deep breath and glanced at the floor, "I guess the person you thought I was doesn't exist."


The bullpen was crazy like every Friday night. Hookers, druggies, and drunks either in lock up or being questioned by detectives. Don Flack was sitting at his desk trying to concentrate on his paperwork. Every since Niki walked out of the interrogation room she hadn't left his mind.

"Excuse," A small voice said softly, "You were the one detective who didn't look too busy."

Flack looked up from his work to see a blonde haired woman looking down at him. He locked eyes with her hazel ones with orange flecks. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something about this girl. "What do you need?" He asked, putting his pen down.

"I'm here to bail out my friend. She hasn't been answering her phone and some douche bag detective brought her in earlier."

Flack rolled his eyes. Typical hooker story. "What's her name?"

"Niki Foxx."

"Nik left here an hour ago," He said as he stood up, opening his draw that contained his gun, "What are her favorite hang outs?"

The blonde took a step back and held her hands up. "Okay, calm down. I'm sure she's fine. If she isn't in lock up she's probably with Kylie. She works up in the Crime Lab."

"You know my sister?" Flack asked, dropping the gun back in the drawer.

"Your… Oh you're Don Flack! Niki talks about you all the time," The blonde smirked, "Ellie Johnson, nice to finally meet you." She stuck out her hand.

Flack shook it. "So you're friends with Niki?"

"Yeah, we work together," Ellie smiled, "So could you take me up to see her?"

Flack nodded his head and lead Ellie to the elevators. At least he knew Niki still talked about him.


Niki sat across from Kylie Flack waiting for her to finish up her work. Niki promised Kylie a night out on the town, cause Kylie really needed it. The summer in the City meant a good amount of murders and not much time for a personal life.

"You know what sucks?" Niki asked suddenly.

Kylie rolled her eyes and looked up at her friend. "Getting an STD from a hot sexy one night stand?"

"Yes, but that's not what I was thinking," Niki laughed, "The dude, the guy waiting for the second dude, he was pretty hot."

"You saw his face?" Kylie asked, focusing all her attention on Niki, "Niki! You need to go to a sketch artist."

This time is was Niki's turn to roll her eyes. "Okay, two guys just cased a strip club run by the Mafia, they're gonna get what they deserve."

"They don't deserve death!"

"They killed two innocent people! Look, the Foxx's will handle it." Niki sighed, folding her arms across her chest.

"You know if one of the guys turns up dead I will know who to look for."

Niki shot her a dirty look. "Okay you'll know who to look for, but you won't have any evidence they did it. And that's all that matters in a court of law."

"It seems that some of those Criminal Justice courses paid off. You know if you finished them you probably would have made a great cop."

"Yeah, no. Cops don't hire kids like me. I'm the kid they want behind bars."

Kylie shook her head. "You totally let yourself down. You could have been something in your life. But no, you're talking your clothes off for money now. And your part of some Mafia that doesn't need you, who hasn't even been there for you. My family was so much better to you."

"Kales, I'm not gonna wanna go clubbin' with you if you're gonna be like this." Niki smiled at Kylie, trying to lighten the mood. She didn't want to hear about her past mistakes. She knew she messed up. She couldn't change that now.

"Alright fine, I need to get out. And you're my only party animal friend." Kylie laughed. She looked out to glass walls to see her brother and Ellie walking out of the elevator. "What's Ellie doing here?"

"Ellie?" Niki asked, leaning forward in her chair, "Oh shit! I forgot to call her. She probably thought I was rotting in jail or something. You done working?"

Kylie nodded her head.

"Alright good, let's go." Niki stood up from her chair and grabbed Kylie's wrist, dragging her out of her office. Both girls stopped in front of Ellie and Flack. "Hey Ellie, we're going clubbin' you gonna come?"

Ellie's face light up. "You think I would miss out on a chance to party with Niki Foxx and Kylie Flack? I don't think so."

"Kales, I don't think…" Flack started.

"I don't care what you think." His sister interrupted him.

"Alright girls, we gotta go. We have to get changed and shit." Niki said, grabbing both girls by the wrist and taking them to the elevator, without making eye contact with Flack. She couldn't. She couldn't bare to look at him. At least this night on the town would make her forget.

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