1 Disclaimer: The Characters in this story do not belong to me, if they did
that Buell would so be mine!
Author's note: A HUGE thanks to Pez my Beta, YOU ARE AWESOME! The story will be updated by chapters I haven't got all of them done, so I'll post them asap. Please review this!! It is only my second FF and I would love you to review it so I can get better! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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The incessant ringing flooded the apartment. It broke though the early morning quiet, the gentle rays of dawn sunshine, and Sara Pezzini's fleeting good mood.
Fiercely grabbing the receiver, Sara growled, "Yeah?"
"Sara, look in the box," An emotionless, hollow voice whispered in reply.
"Wait, wait, wait…what box?" Sara's mood was only slipping farther and farther down the drain. The only response was the audible click of the receiver terminating the call on the other end of the line.
*What the hell was that supposed to mean? *
Sara went back about her morning routine, there was no way she was going to let some prank call throw her off her game. Showered, dressed, and pumped full of strong coffee, Sara was finally ready to head off to work. Grabbing her bike helmet and sliding fluidly into her leather jacket, Sara walked to the door. She was already late for work and didn't particularly relish the idea of being chewed out by Dante…again. As she stepped out of her apartment, Sara very nearly tripped on some obstacle. Catching herself before taking a full-face plant in the hallway, Sara looked down at her own personal roadblock.
"What the…" Sara muttered under her breath. It was a cardboard box with holes in the lid, sitting directly in front of her door.
"Uh huh… 'Look in the box,'" Sara repeated disgustedly to herself. "Cryptic phrases, why do they always have to be cryptic phrases?" She bent to open the strange box. As the lid came off, Sara was confronted but the sight of unruly, auburn fur nestled in the folds of a soft blanket lining the box. Reaching in cautiously, prepared to jerk her limbs out of harm's way at the first sign of trouble, Sara gently lifted the hairy mystery from the cardboard carton.
"Oh wow…" Sara began sarcastically, "just what I wanted, a hairball." At that moment, a high-pitched yip escaped from the bundle of fur. A similar noise came from Sara, who nearly dropped the mysterious "gift" in surprise.
"What is that?" Jake, Sara's rookie partner exclaimed as he sauntered down the hall.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Sara answered with a quiet chuckle and a raised eyebrow. At the prospect of a new unsolved mystery, Jake's laid-back, surfer attitude was thrown to the wind and pure excitement took over. Bouncing up and down like a kindergartner at show-and- tell.
"OH! Lemme see, Pez, pleeeeaaaasssseeee?" Jake pleaded as Sara willingly passed the bundle to Jake. Taking his new task seriously, Jake completed a thorough investigation. He shook, sniffed, and even pinched the thing several times until he abruptly stopped with a yelp.
"It bit me, it bit me! Pez, help! I don't wanna get rabies."
"You'll be fine, Jake. I think it's a puppy. The question is…where'd he come from?" Sara chortled hardly containing her amusement.
"Or who," Jake whispered, glancing suspiciously around the corner. As Sara observed Jake's secret-agent antics, she happened to catch sight of a note taped to her door. Flowing cursive in black ink covered the plain white paper. Sara opened the note and growing more furious as she saw the note's author, read on:
Dearest Sara,
I was deeply shocked at learning the news of your partner Danny Woo's death and I am sincerely sorry. I wish there were more I could do for you at such a difficult time. Please accept my attempt at alleviating some of your anguish. This is a token of my sympathy is Babykins, a prize Pomeranian of the finest descent. The blood of champions flows through his veins. Again. My truest sympathies,
Kenneth Irons
"BABYKINS?!?! This isn't a dog, it's a chew toy!" Sara cried.
"So, what are you gonna do with the little guy?" Jake back in his surfer mood cocked his head and asked. Sara thought a second before making her reply,
"I gotta find somebody to keep him while we're at work today, and then I'm taking him back to Irons to get this whole thing straightened out."
Becoming more engrossed with the groggy puppy every second, Jake tried his best at persuasion,
"Aww, c'mon Pez. You have to admit, the little guy's awfully cute."
Sara could never have been prepared for what she heard from her partner next.
"Yes, you're VERY cute, aren't you Baby Waby King. You're such a cute wittle boy. Yes you are, oh yes you are!"
Sara stood, mouth agape, staring at the surfer boy who had replaced her friend and partner, Danny Woo.
"Jake?" Sara decided to ask.
"Yeah, Pez." He answered coming out of his 'baby mode'.
"Please, please tell me that you were not just baby talking." She pleaded.
A slow blush crept into Jake's cheeks, highlighted by his light tan. Sara simply smiled and shook her head.
"C'mon, Rookie. Bring the dog, we'll see if Gabe would like a canine companion while I'm at work."
The detectives walked out of the apartment building together and went towards the lot where Sara kept her Buell. When they reached the bike, Jake handed the pup over to Pezzini. Sara put Babykins in the saddlebag of her bike and strapped on her raven black helmet. Before Jake could say anything or make any move Sara gave quick grin and revved the motor. A split second later, Sara and Babykins were speeding off towards the apartment of Gabriel Bowman, and Jake was left standing in a cloud of exhaust. Sighing, Jake began the long walk back to his car feeling more than a little injured that he had been replaced by a creature with worse hair than his.
Author's note: A HUGE thanks to Pez my Beta, YOU ARE AWESOME! The story will be updated by chapters I haven't got all of them done, so I'll post them asap. Please review this!! It is only my second FF and I would love you to review it so I can get better! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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The incessant ringing flooded the apartment. It broke though the early morning quiet, the gentle rays of dawn sunshine, and Sara Pezzini's fleeting good mood.
Fiercely grabbing the receiver, Sara growled, "Yeah?"
"Sara, look in the box," An emotionless, hollow voice whispered in reply.
"Wait, wait, wait…what box?" Sara's mood was only slipping farther and farther down the drain. The only response was the audible click of the receiver terminating the call on the other end of the line.
*What the hell was that supposed to mean? *
Sara went back about her morning routine, there was no way she was going to let some prank call throw her off her game. Showered, dressed, and pumped full of strong coffee, Sara was finally ready to head off to work. Grabbing her bike helmet and sliding fluidly into her leather jacket, Sara walked to the door. She was already late for work and didn't particularly relish the idea of being chewed out by Dante…again. As she stepped out of her apartment, Sara very nearly tripped on some obstacle. Catching herself before taking a full-face plant in the hallway, Sara looked down at her own personal roadblock.
"What the…" Sara muttered under her breath. It was a cardboard box with holes in the lid, sitting directly in front of her door.
"Uh huh… 'Look in the box,'" Sara repeated disgustedly to herself. "Cryptic phrases, why do they always have to be cryptic phrases?" She bent to open the strange box. As the lid came off, Sara was confronted but the sight of unruly, auburn fur nestled in the folds of a soft blanket lining the box. Reaching in cautiously, prepared to jerk her limbs out of harm's way at the first sign of trouble, Sara gently lifted the hairy mystery from the cardboard carton.
"Oh wow…" Sara began sarcastically, "just what I wanted, a hairball." At that moment, a high-pitched yip escaped from the bundle of fur. A similar noise came from Sara, who nearly dropped the mysterious "gift" in surprise.
"What is that?" Jake, Sara's rookie partner exclaimed as he sauntered down the hall.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Sara answered with a quiet chuckle and a raised eyebrow. At the prospect of a new unsolved mystery, Jake's laid-back, surfer attitude was thrown to the wind and pure excitement took over. Bouncing up and down like a kindergartner at show-and- tell.
"OH! Lemme see, Pez, pleeeeaaaasssseeee?" Jake pleaded as Sara willingly passed the bundle to Jake. Taking his new task seriously, Jake completed a thorough investigation. He shook, sniffed, and even pinched the thing several times until he abruptly stopped with a yelp.
"It bit me, it bit me! Pez, help! I don't wanna get rabies."
"You'll be fine, Jake. I think it's a puppy. The question is…where'd he come from?" Sara chortled hardly containing her amusement.
"Or who," Jake whispered, glancing suspiciously around the corner. As Sara observed Jake's secret-agent antics, she happened to catch sight of a note taped to her door. Flowing cursive in black ink covered the plain white paper. Sara opened the note and growing more furious as she saw the note's author, read on:
Dearest Sara,
I was deeply shocked at learning the news of your partner Danny Woo's death and I am sincerely sorry. I wish there were more I could do for you at such a difficult time. Please accept my attempt at alleviating some of your anguish. This is a token of my sympathy is Babykins, a prize Pomeranian of the finest descent. The blood of champions flows through his veins. Again. My truest sympathies,
Kenneth Irons
"BABYKINS?!?! This isn't a dog, it's a chew toy!" Sara cried.
"So, what are you gonna do with the little guy?" Jake back in his surfer mood cocked his head and asked. Sara thought a second before making her reply,
"I gotta find somebody to keep him while we're at work today, and then I'm taking him back to Irons to get this whole thing straightened out."
Becoming more engrossed with the groggy puppy every second, Jake tried his best at persuasion,
"Aww, c'mon Pez. You have to admit, the little guy's awfully cute."
Sara could never have been prepared for what she heard from her partner next.
"Yes, you're VERY cute, aren't you Baby Waby King. You're such a cute wittle boy. Yes you are, oh yes you are!"
Sara stood, mouth agape, staring at the surfer boy who had replaced her friend and partner, Danny Woo.
"Jake?" Sara decided to ask.
"Yeah, Pez." He answered coming out of his 'baby mode'.
"Please, please tell me that you were not just baby talking." She pleaded.
A slow blush crept into Jake's cheeks, highlighted by his light tan. Sara simply smiled and shook her head.
"C'mon, Rookie. Bring the dog, we'll see if Gabe would like a canine companion while I'm at work."
The detectives walked out of the apartment building together and went towards the lot where Sara kept her Buell. When they reached the bike, Jake handed the pup over to Pezzini. Sara put Babykins in the saddlebag of her bike and strapped on her raven black helmet. Before Jake could say anything or make any move Sara gave quick grin and revved the motor. A split second later, Sara and Babykins were speeding off towards the apartment of Gabriel Bowman, and Jake was left standing in a cloud of exhaust. Sighing, Jake began the long walk back to his car feeling more than a little injured that he had been replaced by a creature with worse hair than his.