The Sock
Chapter 2-The Daily Game of Beat Up the Gnome
Spoilers: The Love, The Wish
Disclaimer: If I owned Special Unit 2, the world would be a better place for K/N 'shippers everywhere. I don't. You'll survive.
The partners and the snitch headed out to find the elusive Kleptaraiment. They started by going to a small, normally peaceful neighborhood that had suddenly become very. . . grouchy. There was no other explanation than wide-spread sock-theft. Nick was driving, as usual. And, as usual, Nick was driving like an idiot. The car squealed around corners and sped at least 20 over the speed limit.
Kate knew better than to say anything about Nick's driving. It was a macho thing. The only time she had ever driven was when he was doped up on Cupid juice. She spent her time in the passenger seat today thinking about how much her date deserved to die, and how painfully he deserved to do it. Anyway, they always survived Nick's driving, she was just really glad he wasn't beating Carl senseless.
"Hey, O'Malley, you look a little side-tracked!" It was an irritating voice from the back seat. "I haven't seen you this distracted since you were dating that zoo-ee girl." Carl hadn't liked Zoe; when Nick was dating her, he had been really slow on the Fighting With Carl front. Frankly, Carl had gotten a little jealous. He hoped Nick hadn't found some other dumb girl. But he wasn't about to let an opportunity for mocking go by. "So that's it."
"That is not it, I was just. . .planning something I wanted to do later." It was true, really. He was planning how to put his Hopefully Not a Really Bad Idea into action.
"Nicky's got a girlfriend and he doesn't want anybody to know." There was a pause. "Hey, didn't I see you at the flower shop the-"
Carl was interrupted by a sharp right hook, which he gladly returned. Kate just sat back in her seat, rolled her eyes and waited it out. She had learned long ago that there was nothing she could do. Heck, they were probably both having fun.
But Nick was truly not beating up on Carl with his usual gusto. He was just really glad the little twit had finally shut up.
Questions:
What is Nick's idiot plan, already?
How much does Carl know?
Where are the hot dogs?
Does Kate have to be hit over the head with a frying pan before she'll figure this
thing out?
When does something explode?
Wasn't there a link in this story somewhere?
Chapter 2-The Daily Game of Beat Up the Gnome
Spoilers: The Love, The Wish
Disclaimer: If I owned Special Unit 2, the world would be a better place for K/N 'shippers everywhere. I don't. You'll survive.
The partners and the snitch headed out to find the elusive Kleptaraiment. They started by going to a small, normally peaceful neighborhood that had suddenly become very. . . grouchy. There was no other explanation than wide-spread sock-theft. Nick was driving, as usual. And, as usual, Nick was driving like an idiot. The car squealed around corners and sped at least 20 over the speed limit.
Kate knew better than to say anything about Nick's driving. It was a macho thing. The only time she had ever driven was when he was doped up on Cupid juice. She spent her time in the passenger seat today thinking about how much her date deserved to die, and how painfully he deserved to do it. Anyway, they always survived Nick's driving, she was just really glad he wasn't beating Carl senseless.
"Hey, O'Malley, you look a little side-tracked!" It was an irritating voice from the back seat. "I haven't seen you this distracted since you were dating that zoo-ee girl." Carl hadn't liked Zoe; when Nick was dating her, he had been really slow on the Fighting With Carl front. Frankly, Carl had gotten a little jealous. He hoped Nick hadn't found some other dumb girl. But he wasn't about to let an opportunity for mocking go by. "So that's it."
"That is not it, I was just. . .planning something I wanted to do later." It was true, really. He was planning how to put his Hopefully Not a Really Bad Idea into action.
"Nicky's got a girlfriend and he doesn't want anybody to know." There was a pause. "Hey, didn't I see you at the flower shop the-"
Carl was interrupted by a sharp right hook, which he gladly returned. Kate just sat back in her seat, rolled her eyes and waited it out. She had learned long ago that there was nothing she could do. Heck, they were probably both having fun.
But Nick was truly not beating up on Carl with his usual gusto. He was just really glad the little twit had finally shut up.
Questions:
What is Nick's idiot plan, already?
How much does Carl know?
Where are the hot dogs?
Does Kate have to be hit over the head with a frying pan before she'll figure this
thing out?
When does something explode?
Wasn't there a link in this story somewhere?
