Wow, I haven't put a note at the beginning of a chapter in forever!
This chapter is dedicated to SilvrBlade, who came up with the idea for this chapter! Now let us begin!
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Tutuola
Fin wouldn't be here if it weren't for the fact that ever cent made was going towards helping little kids with disabilities.
The police commissioner had decided it would look good if the NYPD held a fair that benefited about ten children's hospitals in the state of New York.
Each precinct had to set up a booth or a ride or something. After much debating, Manhattan's Special Victim's Unit finally decided on a dunk tank. About ten minutes ago Fin had relieved Munch, who had just spent two hours at the dunk tank, and now was taunting a group of detectives from Narcotics.
"You can't dunk me, fool!" Fin yelled at Mike Sandoval.
Mike grinned his cheeky grin, and passed the baseball he was holding from his right to his left. "Yeah, you just wait and see, man!" Mike wound up, and threw the ball… and missed.
"Ha! I told you!" Fin pointed and laughed at Mike; Mike just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah whatever!" Mike waved his hand. "We'll be back!"
"Yeah, you're just runnin' away!" Fin shouted at the retreating detectives. "Alright who's next?"
"We are!" Casey Novak called, waving to Fin. Next to her, her fiancé Silas Shag was standing next to her, both of them dressed in casual attire, which consisted of jeans, a flannel button down with the sleeves rolled up to about his elbows for Silas and a green sweater for Casey. While seeing them both dressed down was something Fin wasn't really used too, the one thing that didn't seem to surprise him at all were the black classic Ray-Bans perched on Silas' nose; Fin had always though Silas was a Ray-Bans kind of guy.
"Oh, come on Novak, you can't dunk me, so don't even try!" Fin taunted.
"Oh yeah, we all know that." Silas laughed. "It's me you should be worried about!"
"You didn't play baseball in college!" Casey snarked back. "You just ran; I actually played softball in college!"
"Yeah, yeah we'll see about that…" Silas reached in his wallet, paid, and picked up a baseball. "Get ready to get wet, Fin!"
"That's what she said!" Casey shouted, right as he threw the ball; it just missed the target.
"Ha! Suck it, Shag!" Fin yelled to his friend, who was looking a little flustered.
"Hey, she made me miss!" Silas shouted pointing to Casey, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Sucks for you." Casey picked up a ball. "Your ass is mine, Tutuola!"
"Yeah, we'll see about that, Novak!" Fin stuck out his tongue. "Let's see what you got!"
Casey took aim, and threw the ball. Now, Fin had seen Casey play softball, in fact he had his ass handed to him by the redhead, so in hindsight, maybe it wasn't a good idea to taunt her that much.
When the ball connected with the target, and Fin felt the seat drop out from under him, he knew he was going to regret it.
When Fin came up from under the water, he saw Casey doing some sort of dance. "Yes, I own all of your sorry asses!"
"Yeah, for now Novak, but just you wait!" Fin yelled to the ADA.
"Oh yeah?" Casey yelled to Fin. "We'll just see about that!"
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Fin had finally been relieved by Elliot, after two hours of being dunked and humiliated by cops, fellow detectives, and many other people including a few bratty kids, and was now walking around the fair.
He was just about to check out a booth with some very nice NYPD sweatshirts, when he saw Silas and Casey walking towards him.
"Hey!" Casey used the hand that wasn't laced in Silas to wave at Fin. "How was your shift?"
Fin shook his head with a smiled. "Eh, it was ok; Most of my old friends in Narcotics stopped by a few times."
Silas let out a low whistle. "Oh, that sucks."
"Yeah, but at least when you two stopped by only Novak got me, so it wasn't too bad."
"Like she said, I'm a runner now, not a thrower!" Silas held up his hands in his defense.
"Excuses, excuses…" Casey said, shaking her head.
"But other than the fact that Shag can't throw to save his life, how are you two enjoying the fair?" Fin asked.
"I'm enjoying it." Casey said in a matter-of-factly tone. "But mostly because most of the games we've gone to involve throwing, and thus I'm owning his sorry ass."
Even though he couldn't see Silas' eyes behind his sunglasses, Fin knew he was rolling them. "Wait until we hit up the obstacle course; I'll own your sorry ass."
"Isn't that for little kids?" Fin asked.
Silas smiled crookedly. "Well, she's always telling me I have the mentality of a five year old, so I guess it works."
The three of them laughed. "Well, I'll see you two later; you'll have to let me know who wins, ok?"
Casey and Silas smiled at Fin. "Alright, we will." They waved goodbye, and continued walking.
Fin watched them go; his marriage had been a disaster, and he while was pessimistic about all marriage now, he hoped that it worked out for them.
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