Author's Note

It's Me! I'm back with another one. I had to start writing a new story. I love the characters so much. This one will be just a short tease-y little fic. Hope you enjoy. Part two is coming soon.

M-

Part One: Kicking and Screaming

"Whose idea was this again?"

King whined while struggling to get into his favorite club-hopping outfit. A pair of dark blue Diesel jeans and a dark brown button up with a white wife beater underneath. His combat boots were giving him the problem. The laces had chosen that particular time to form themselves into a huge knot. Dex was next to him in the tactical room trying to decide what to wear. He actually was looking forward to the night ahead. Dex was the smooth one. King relied solely on his good looks, attitude, and sense of humor. Which, proven in the past, had landed him in some very dangerous situations. Dex offered an answer to his question while removing the third shirt he had tried on that night.

"Sommer's"

King groaned in frustration. Why do the girls always have to drag them around? They were fully capable of protecting themselves against many pairs of drunken wondering hands. He wasn't needed.

"Sommerfield!"

King's scream was muffled by her voice overshadowing his.

"Dry it up King! You're going!"

He pouted Damn her hearing, and continued dressing. Accessorizing his ensemble with his wardrobe staple; black rubber bracelets and an obnoxious belt buckle. Dex turned to him, straightening out the plain black shirt he'd opted for and fixed the leg of his B.D.U.'s. He didn't understand why King wouldn't want to leave. He should be all over the opportunity to knock back some shots and shamelessly try to molest strange women on the dance floor. That was right up his ally. He picked up his bottle of Burberry cologne spraying himself generously with it. King waved a hand through the air and wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"Do you have to use so much? Damn…I can taste it!"

Dex looked at him much like a father would if he were teaching his son.

"One can never have too much of a good thing when it comes to alluring the ladies."

"Hey I know what to do, okay?"

"Why don't you want to go then? Afraid that two women such as Sommerfield and Abby are going to prevent you from bringing your "A" Game?"

King scoffed, insulted. How dare he think such blasphemous things! A guy like King never was hindered by the likes of his female counterparts.

"Are you kidding me? My game is always on. I'll just have you know that my favorite episode of Walker, Texas Ranger is coming on later and I fully intend to watch it."

Dex looked at him disgusted and walked out mumbling.

"God! Only you man…only you."

King resumed musing aloud; more to himself but Dex was in earshot just outside of the door.

"They always take so long getting ready anyway. What's with that? Is it a genetic disorder?"

Dex stuck his head in the door.

"If you didn't take as long as a woman yourself, you'd be out here looking at what I see and then you'd be whistling a different tune my friend. We're all waiting for you."

King grabbed his red leather jacket and swung it on his broad shoulders, giving himself a final once-over in the mirror before winking at his reflection.

"You sexy beast…"

He walked out into the main station of the hideout where Dex had been joined by Sommer, who looked surprisingly different without her lab coat stitched onto her clothes. She was wearing a pair of navy blue dress pants and a sparkly black top with many long silver necklaces hanging from her neck. It definitely wasn't a bad look for her. She instinctively turned her head in his direction as he entered the room and smirked at him.

"What took you so long?"

It wasn't a question really, more of a jab at his ego but she knew he would counteract it anyway. With King, you're almost always sure to garner a response when prodding at him.

"Me? What about you? And where's Abby huh, I don't see her down here yet."

"If it has taken you the last 2 years to notice I'm blind Party Boy, then you have bigger things to worry about. Abby was helping me with an outfit. And now, she's getting ready herself. It won't take her long. Either way, I'm sure you'll appreciate the results."

King raised an eyebrow suggestively and a sly grin formed on his lips.

"I wish I could've joined in…Oh yeah, and why can't I just stay here and watch Zoë for you?"

She let out an aggravated sigh and King swore he saw her roll her eyes at him.

"You're not getting out of it King, so give it up! Being a hair shy of a social outcast, Hedges over there, has got it covered."

Ah unfortunate Hedges. Being permanently attached to his computer, he had the unsavory task of babysitting Zoë for the evening. King hadn't even noticed that Hedges was in the room. He popped his head over the masses of files at his desk and nodded his consent. Zoë was sitting by him, playing a game on one of the many monitors. She gave no increment that she even noticed anyone in the room. Dex let out a low whistle and King turned his attention towards him just in time to see Abigail come down the stairwell. She was a vision in black. Tight low-riding pants and a black spaghetti strap top did very well at accentuating her figure. Her hair hung loose down her back and her makeup had actually been done for once. Maybe this wouldn't be a bad night after all.

Dex could see that they didn't have to wait to get to the club before King decided to be himself. King reached to pinch Abby on the ass as she walked pass when Sommerfield's cane whipped up and came crashing down on his knuckles. His hand recoiled as he yelped bringing it to his mouth to somehow soothe the sting. She seemed to be berating him from behind her dark tinted glasses. Sometimes he wondered if she was really blind.

"Idle hands are the devil's playground King."

He scowled at her and Abby circled around him to stand by his side. She sniffed at the air around her and looked Dex's way.

"Mmm…Dex, you smell good."

King threw his arms up in the air and walked away.

"I'll be in the fucking car…"

Dex gave a knowing chuckle and thanked a perplexed Abbigail.

"What's his problem?"

"The young sire has much to learn, that's all. Is everybody ready to head out?"

Everyone nodded and Sommerfield tapped her way over to Hedges' desk to kiss Zoë goodbye.

"Don't be too rough on him okay Sweetie? He's a fragile man…"

Zoë giggled and gave her mother a hug, followed by one from Abby and Dex.

"Don't worry Mommy, I won't."

"Hedges, ice-cream is not a bedtime snack. Only warm milk or else she'll be up half the night jabbering your ear off in a sugar-induced rant. And trust me; you don't want that to happen. Oh, and try to sever the umbilical cord from you and your computer once in a while to actually entertain Zoë."

She gave him a stern squeeze on the shoulder and he patted her hand lightly. For once he didn't plan to want to stay on the computer all evening and had a fun-filled night of games planned for Zoë. Thank god she was somewhat of a tomboy so he wouldn't be forced to play Barbies.

"Actually I was planning on kicking her butt in some 00-7 video game action."

He saw Zoë's eyes light up and figured he had hit the right cord. Sommerfield looked happy with that suggestion and she hugged Zoë goodbye one more time before she left.

Outside, King was sitting in the backseat of the Expedition, sulking. He was blasting the 'Tainted Love' remake by Marilyn Manson. The car was started but he had refused to drive. Abby was volunteered by both Dex and Sommer to try and get him back into a good mood on the way to the club. She begrudgingly got in the back, sliding into the seat next to King. He made a show of turning his back to her and staring out of the window. She wasn't about to allow him to treat her that way so she pinched him on the thigh. He jumped and rubbed his leg, shooting daggers in Abby's direction. Dex looked on in the rearview and Sommerfield stifled a giggle against the back of her hand.

"Fuck Abby! That fuckin' hurt…"

"You know what King; you've been unbearable since we decided to go out. If I'm going to have to baby-sit you all night and listen to you complain, I'd rather you stayed home. I just thought you would want to go and dance with us, but I guess I was wrong. Go ahead and get out of the car…"

She slid open the door and waited for him to move while she sat there with her arms crossed and the most disappointed look on her face. Of course she was King's weak spot and to see her upset with him was his Achilles heel. He fidgeted and she wouldn't even look at him. Sommer listened. She knew this technique and Abby was good at it. It was only a matter of seconds before he would crumble and apologize. King scooted closer and signed putting his head on her shoulder nuzzling and trying to butter her up but Abigail's face was set in stone defiance. He tried to put his arm around her and grab her hand, but her arms fell limp at her sides. When he laced her fingers with his, she didn't even hold on. In her mind Abby wasn't really angry anymore; she was just trying to keep a straight face to see how long he would beg for forgiveness. King on the other hand, felt like the biggest asshole.

"Sorry…"

Feeling like he actually couldn't talk his way out of a fight, he slumped against Abby's cold shoulder, defeated. Dex finally eased out of the driveway and turned up the music to get everyone's blood pumping. Ten minutes into the ride, a dejected King chanced a look up at Abby. She still had her eyes trained on the passing nightlife. Man, how King hated the silent treatment, especially from his best friend. He sighed heavily and dropped his face back to her shoulder; just missing Abby's lips turn up in the corner. Seconds later King, with his eyes closed, felt her pat his bearded cheek. He smiled faintly and snaked his arm around to tickle her side and listened to her laughter reverberate through he body and up to his ear. She swatted at his hand only making him grab her tighter. If he wanted to play like that, maybe she'll give him a taste of his own medicine at the club. It wouldn't be such a bad night after all…