Timeline: I have no idea about this one. I'm just making it up as I go
along.
I also don't have a title for it.
New Year Fic By Christy Maguire
5.4.3.2.1.HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Cory joined in the cheers as the clock ticked over from 1996 to 1997. She, along with the rest of Santa Monica and possibly a few others, were gathered on the walk, the pier and down on the beach to welcome the new year. Usually she'd have gone to Peter and Jenny's house to watch it on TV with her gorgeous little nieces and nephews jumping around. This year however, Chris had invited her to watch from the beach with Tc, Victor, Tony and a few others like Rosa Del Toro and Jessie Palermo. Then of course, Chris wanted Cory to help set her up with Tc so the three had wandered off to another part of the beach. Now, Chris had her tongue half way down Tc's throat leaving Cory wondering why she'd come to the beach in the first place. Cory excused herself wondering whether her friends took any notice and wandered off towards where Tony, Victor and the others had been sitting moments before. She surveyed the beach with little success. There were thousands of people here. As she kept searching she neglected to look where she was going and inevitably bumped into someone. 'Sorry, are you okay?' The stranger asked as put a steadying hand on her shoulder. Being the smaller of the two it was she that had lost her balance by the collision. 'I'm fine. I was just looking for someone.' Cory said hesitantly, shocked by the fire created by his touch. 'Me too. I think we have a snowball's chance of finding them.' The stranger gave her a dazzling smile. 'Alastair Maguire.' He said and held out his hand. She took it. 'Cory McNamara. Hmm, Maguire, I know that name. He's the chief of police.' 'And I'm his son. Some legacy huh?' He said, his eyes darting from her face to the beach and back again. 'While we are on the subject of names, are you a relative of Peter McNamara?' 'Yeah, he's my brother.' She said with a tone of pride. 'Small world. I've known him since pre-school. In fact I seem to remember him coming to show-and-tell in grade school with the news of a baby sister. But at that stage he was under the impression she'd been purchased from the hospital.' He grinned at the thought. 'For a while there I believed him too.' Some of the crowd around them was starting to move. Parents with strollers and sleeping children in their arms swelled around the pair. Lovers with their hands in each other's back pockets and the occasional loner who'd been separated from their group by the sheer number of people in the vicinity. Cory looked around. She was glad to have someone with her even if she's only met him minutes before. After all, he seemed nice enough and she knew that if he were a troublemaker she'd have known about it either by her beloved brother or through the grapevine of the Los Angeles police force. She almost felt sorry for him. Being the only child of the highest ranked member of the LAPD, he had nowhere to hide. And if a slip-up had occurred he'd have been used as an example of a political figure trying to gain grounds on family values. Alastair cringed as yet another person in the swelling crown bumped into him. 'I don't normally do this but I was wondering if you wanted to invite me out for a drink?' Cory laughed. 'Me invite you?' 'Yeah. I'm dying to get away from all these people but I wouldn't know where to go.' He shrugged. She nodded and pointed down the street. 'This way. I know a great little bar.'
The crowd thinned as they moved further away from the beach. 'I take it you aren't from Santa Monica then?' She asked him as the continued towards the bar. He shook his head. 'LA actually. I know the place like the back of my hand but give me a town with less people, less traffic and fewer buildings and I'm stuffed.' Cory led them down an alley way and into a side door. 'This is your bar?' Alastair asked. She nodded and opened the door. They were greeted with the sound of rowdy partygoers, pool tables and endless chatter. 'Cory! Another great date?' The bartender greeted her. 'Hey Bill. How's business?' She asked. The bar tender spread his arms out and she looked around. The bar was almost full and she needed no one to tell her that business was great. 'Here.' He plunked two glasses down on the bar in front of them. 'You and your date can have a beer on the house.' Cory thanked him. Alastair went to correct him about being her 'date' but she stopped him. 'Don't worry about it. He doesn't mean it. He says it to my friends as well.' 'This is the favourite meeting place then?' Alastair asked taking a sip. Cory nodded. 'So, are you a cop too?' 'I'm a detective. I get all the long hard cases that all the married guys don't want.' 'How come?' 'Sleep isn't in my job description.' He smiled at her. She decided that he had a nice smile. It was such a shame he was off-limits. Alastair didn't look much like his father. Not that it was really fair to compare a maybe 30 year old to an old, grey and wrinkled pushing 65 year old. She wondered what Chris was up to and if she was still with Tc. There was going to have to be some serious girl talk when they got back to work on Friday. Knowing Chris, they'd have gone back to her place for a nightcap and wouldn't wake up till late the next day.
A piercing shriek woke Cory from a very deep sleep. She groaned and closed her eyes tightly and tried to ignore it. It kept going. She roused herself and realised it was the phone. She picked it up. 'Hello.' She mumbled into the received. 'Cory, it's me. Where did you get to last night?' Chris sounded very chirpy. Not at all like Cory imagined and not at all like Cory felt. Her head was pounding, there was way too much light filtering in through the window and Chris's voice was going straight through her head. 'I can't remember.' She rubbed her eyes and strained to see through the blinding light. 'Tc and I got back together with everyone else about 15 minutes after you left and the lieutenant was telling us.' Cory zoned out. She wasn't ready for this. She'd make up a story for Chris and then call her later when she was feeling less, well, hung-over. Something moved in the bed and Cory became aware of the sleeping body. 'Chris.' She interrupted. 'I've got to go, um, throw up. Bye.' She put the phone back on the hook and stared down at the man next to her. Alastair rolled over and opened his eyes slowly, obviously not feeling the best either. To Cory's surprise he grinned. 'Good morning, I think.' She looked at the clock beside her bed. Three o'clock in the afternoon. 'We've missed morning by a couple of hours.' 'Oh well.' He murmured wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her in close before falling back to sleep. Cory lay stiff in his arms and tried hard to recall what had happened last night. By all logic, Alastair should be angry that he just slept with another officer.unless. She cursed herself. She hadn't told him she was a cop. He didn't know. To him, she was just some local girl he'd met on the beach and asked out for a drink. Obviously he hadn't spoken to her brother in a while. She relaxed a little. He lived in LA. Since their paths hadn't crossed until now, they may not cross again for a while which means he will go back to LA and forget all about his.
Cory woke up again and with a quick check of her clock found that it was now 5.30. The rest of the bed was empty and the shower was running. She let her gaze sweep over the room and it fell on the white polo shirt scrunched up in the corner of her room. She'd thrown in there yesterday afternoon after work while she was getting ready to go out and celebrate the New Year. She leapt out of bed and threw it in the laundry hamper along with the other items of clothing scattered around the room. She didn't remember her room being this messy. She grabbed her gun belt from behind the door and tossed it under the bed and hid her badge in her underwear draw. The shower stopped and Alastair emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was wet and he smelled like her soap. He had the most perfectly sculptured body she'd seen on a detective since, well, forever. Alastair grinned as he saw her standing in the middle of the room naked and watching him. He wandered over, took her in his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. 'Showers free.' He said taking off his towel and handing it to her. 'Thanks.' She took the towel and gave him a flirtatious glance before heading for the shower. 'Um Cory.' He called after her. She turned around and saw him looking rather confused. 'Do you know where my clothes went to?' He went to look under the bed where she had stashed her gun belt. 'Wait a minute.' She said and opened the lid of the hamper. 'Here they are. I did some cleaning up while you were in the shower.' She handed him his clothes and went to the bathroom before she could embarrass herself further.
When Cory emerged she found Alastair in the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee. 'I thought you might need it.' He said. 'You were matching the guys next to us round for round last night.' She smiled weakly. 'I don't usually drink that much.' 'I figured as much.' He handed her a cup and kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'But it's okay. It was a great night.' She sipped her coffee, not at all believing that this guy was real. He seemed so genuinely nice. Something in the room started beeping and Alastair went for the beeper attached to his belt. He pulled a face. 'I have to go. One of my suspects has just come back into the country.' He pulled a card out of his wallet and scribbled his number on the back of it. 'Give me a call sometime.' He gave her a longing kiss before dashing out her front door. Cory sat down in a dining chair and sighed. He was so nice, and so cute, and so romantic.and so off-limits to her. It just wasn't fair.
New Year Fic By Christy Maguire
5.4.3.2.1.HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Cory joined in the cheers as the clock ticked over from 1996 to 1997. She, along with the rest of Santa Monica and possibly a few others, were gathered on the walk, the pier and down on the beach to welcome the new year. Usually she'd have gone to Peter and Jenny's house to watch it on TV with her gorgeous little nieces and nephews jumping around. This year however, Chris had invited her to watch from the beach with Tc, Victor, Tony and a few others like Rosa Del Toro and Jessie Palermo. Then of course, Chris wanted Cory to help set her up with Tc so the three had wandered off to another part of the beach. Now, Chris had her tongue half way down Tc's throat leaving Cory wondering why she'd come to the beach in the first place. Cory excused herself wondering whether her friends took any notice and wandered off towards where Tony, Victor and the others had been sitting moments before. She surveyed the beach with little success. There were thousands of people here. As she kept searching she neglected to look where she was going and inevitably bumped into someone. 'Sorry, are you okay?' The stranger asked as put a steadying hand on her shoulder. Being the smaller of the two it was she that had lost her balance by the collision. 'I'm fine. I was just looking for someone.' Cory said hesitantly, shocked by the fire created by his touch. 'Me too. I think we have a snowball's chance of finding them.' The stranger gave her a dazzling smile. 'Alastair Maguire.' He said and held out his hand. She took it. 'Cory McNamara. Hmm, Maguire, I know that name. He's the chief of police.' 'And I'm his son. Some legacy huh?' He said, his eyes darting from her face to the beach and back again. 'While we are on the subject of names, are you a relative of Peter McNamara?' 'Yeah, he's my brother.' She said with a tone of pride. 'Small world. I've known him since pre-school. In fact I seem to remember him coming to show-and-tell in grade school with the news of a baby sister. But at that stage he was under the impression she'd been purchased from the hospital.' He grinned at the thought. 'For a while there I believed him too.' Some of the crowd around them was starting to move. Parents with strollers and sleeping children in their arms swelled around the pair. Lovers with their hands in each other's back pockets and the occasional loner who'd been separated from their group by the sheer number of people in the vicinity. Cory looked around. She was glad to have someone with her even if she's only met him minutes before. After all, he seemed nice enough and she knew that if he were a troublemaker she'd have known about it either by her beloved brother or through the grapevine of the Los Angeles police force. She almost felt sorry for him. Being the only child of the highest ranked member of the LAPD, he had nowhere to hide. And if a slip-up had occurred he'd have been used as an example of a political figure trying to gain grounds on family values. Alastair cringed as yet another person in the swelling crown bumped into him. 'I don't normally do this but I was wondering if you wanted to invite me out for a drink?' Cory laughed. 'Me invite you?' 'Yeah. I'm dying to get away from all these people but I wouldn't know where to go.' He shrugged. She nodded and pointed down the street. 'This way. I know a great little bar.'
The crowd thinned as they moved further away from the beach. 'I take it you aren't from Santa Monica then?' She asked him as the continued towards the bar. He shook his head. 'LA actually. I know the place like the back of my hand but give me a town with less people, less traffic and fewer buildings and I'm stuffed.' Cory led them down an alley way and into a side door. 'This is your bar?' Alastair asked. She nodded and opened the door. They were greeted with the sound of rowdy partygoers, pool tables and endless chatter. 'Cory! Another great date?' The bartender greeted her. 'Hey Bill. How's business?' She asked. The bar tender spread his arms out and she looked around. The bar was almost full and she needed no one to tell her that business was great. 'Here.' He plunked two glasses down on the bar in front of them. 'You and your date can have a beer on the house.' Cory thanked him. Alastair went to correct him about being her 'date' but she stopped him. 'Don't worry about it. He doesn't mean it. He says it to my friends as well.' 'This is the favourite meeting place then?' Alastair asked taking a sip. Cory nodded. 'So, are you a cop too?' 'I'm a detective. I get all the long hard cases that all the married guys don't want.' 'How come?' 'Sleep isn't in my job description.' He smiled at her. She decided that he had a nice smile. It was such a shame he was off-limits. Alastair didn't look much like his father. Not that it was really fair to compare a maybe 30 year old to an old, grey and wrinkled pushing 65 year old. She wondered what Chris was up to and if she was still with Tc. There was going to have to be some serious girl talk when they got back to work on Friday. Knowing Chris, they'd have gone back to her place for a nightcap and wouldn't wake up till late the next day.
A piercing shriek woke Cory from a very deep sleep. She groaned and closed her eyes tightly and tried to ignore it. It kept going. She roused herself and realised it was the phone. She picked it up. 'Hello.' She mumbled into the received. 'Cory, it's me. Where did you get to last night?' Chris sounded very chirpy. Not at all like Cory imagined and not at all like Cory felt. Her head was pounding, there was way too much light filtering in through the window and Chris's voice was going straight through her head. 'I can't remember.' She rubbed her eyes and strained to see through the blinding light. 'Tc and I got back together with everyone else about 15 minutes after you left and the lieutenant was telling us.' Cory zoned out. She wasn't ready for this. She'd make up a story for Chris and then call her later when she was feeling less, well, hung-over. Something moved in the bed and Cory became aware of the sleeping body. 'Chris.' She interrupted. 'I've got to go, um, throw up. Bye.' She put the phone back on the hook and stared down at the man next to her. Alastair rolled over and opened his eyes slowly, obviously not feeling the best either. To Cory's surprise he grinned. 'Good morning, I think.' She looked at the clock beside her bed. Three o'clock in the afternoon. 'We've missed morning by a couple of hours.' 'Oh well.' He murmured wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her in close before falling back to sleep. Cory lay stiff in his arms and tried hard to recall what had happened last night. By all logic, Alastair should be angry that he just slept with another officer.unless. She cursed herself. She hadn't told him she was a cop. He didn't know. To him, she was just some local girl he'd met on the beach and asked out for a drink. Obviously he hadn't spoken to her brother in a while. She relaxed a little. He lived in LA. Since their paths hadn't crossed until now, they may not cross again for a while which means he will go back to LA and forget all about his.
Cory woke up again and with a quick check of her clock found that it was now 5.30. The rest of the bed was empty and the shower was running. She let her gaze sweep over the room and it fell on the white polo shirt scrunched up in the corner of her room. She'd thrown in there yesterday afternoon after work while she was getting ready to go out and celebrate the New Year. She leapt out of bed and threw it in the laundry hamper along with the other items of clothing scattered around the room. She didn't remember her room being this messy. She grabbed her gun belt from behind the door and tossed it under the bed and hid her badge in her underwear draw. The shower stopped and Alastair emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was wet and he smelled like her soap. He had the most perfectly sculptured body she'd seen on a detective since, well, forever. Alastair grinned as he saw her standing in the middle of the room naked and watching him. He wandered over, took her in his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. 'Showers free.' He said taking off his towel and handing it to her. 'Thanks.' She took the towel and gave him a flirtatious glance before heading for the shower. 'Um Cory.' He called after her. She turned around and saw him looking rather confused. 'Do you know where my clothes went to?' He went to look under the bed where she had stashed her gun belt. 'Wait a minute.' She said and opened the lid of the hamper. 'Here they are. I did some cleaning up while you were in the shower.' She handed him his clothes and went to the bathroom before she could embarrass herself further.
When Cory emerged she found Alastair in the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee. 'I thought you might need it.' He said. 'You were matching the guys next to us round for round last night.' She smiled weakly. 'I don't usually drink that much.' 'I figured as much.' He handed her a cup and kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'But it's okay. It was a great night.' She sipped her coffee, not at all believing that this guy was real. He seemed so genuinely nice. Something in the room started beeping and Alastair went for the beeper attached to his belt. He pulled a face. 'I have to go. One of my suspects has just come back into the country.' He pulled a card out of his wallet and scribbled his number on the back of it. 'Give me a call sometime.' He gave her a longing kiss before dashing out her front door. Cory sat down in a dining chair and sighed. He was so nice, and so cute, and so romantic.and so off-limits to her. It just wasn't fair.