I'm Just A Sweet Transvestite
Chapter 6- Slumber Part-ay!
A/N: Well if you've got this far and you have understood, congratulations! LOL :) And once again, no offence is intended in this story.
Disclaimer: I really wish I did own them, but I don't. Damn!
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Goren, Eames, Ronan and Joe were back at police plaza in an interrogation room at 3am. They were all getting tired. They had called Deakins in and said they had no time to explain. When he arrived his jaw dropped. He saw Goren in his cords and muscle top, Eames in her fishnet stockings and corset; Joe who was twirling his sun glasses around his fingers and Ronan handcuffed.
"What the hell is going on Detectives?" he said. "It is 3am. You'd better have a good excuse for dragging me here. Eames what the hell have you been doing?" he asked dumbfounded at the sight of them all.
"We found the one who killed Toby. Ronan did it. Long story cut short," Goren explained.
"Why did you bring him here and why do I need to be here? And Eames, your outfit?"
"No reason really. We can't just send him to jail without his lawyer can we? And we need to question him. You just need to be here because you're our boss and you're usually here when we bring in the purp," Goren said.
"I see. Alex, your outfit! Explanation as to why you are in that?"
"I was dancing sir," she said bluntly.
"Ok, keep your private life to yourself," Deakins said, holding his hand up.
"It was the only way to get into the club. Goren is gay and I'm a dancer. Clever isn't it," Eames said, admiring Joe's work. "And look! I made $185! Just for dancing. By the way Joe, will $90 do?" she said handing him the money.
"No complaints here!" he happily accepted. Eames was still sweating from the dancing. She never realised it was so hard. She left the room to get a drink, Goren's eyes following her out. Joe saw and motioned for him to follow.
~*~*~*~*~*
Eames was on her third cup of water when Goren joined her. He shoved his hands into his back pockets again.
"So, uh, what was it like up on that stage?" he asked.
"Embarrassing. I don't know how they do it. And I didn't even strip," she said, panting after guzzling down yet another cup.
"Why were you embarrassed?" Goren asked. Eames shrugged as she let her hair down.
"Maybe because you were there," she admitted. Goren smiled. "I mean you've only ever seen me in a skirt and elbow length top. I guess I just felt.unprofessional."
"Well don't worry. You looked good and I don't see you as any less of a woman than I did," he reassured her. That meant a lot to Eames. He looked around for something for her to wipe the sweat off. He couldn't find anything, so Eames ripped off the black ruffle.
"All those light are so hot!" she said as she wiped her face and neck.
"I bet they are. You'll cool off soon," Goren added as he moved her hair to one side and wiped down her back. They stood in silence for a while, neither of them wanting to make a move. They went back into the room after a few more cups of water and a cup of coffee for Goren. Joe pulled him aside.
"So? What happened?" he asked. Goren sighed as he looked at Eames lying on the floor, resting her head on a jacket. She looked exhausted.
"Nothing. I decided to leave it," he said.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't know. Things just would have got too weird at work." Goren left Joe and went back to everyone. Deakins eventually called someone to get Ronan into custody and he went home, but Goren, Eames and Joe stayed. They were too tired to drive, so they slept in Deakins' office.
~*~*~*~*~* Next Day
Eames and Goren had gone home for a few hours to get changed and get some sleep before retuning to work to write out the paperwork. They both found it hard to write because it was such a confusing case. Word had got around about the detective's antics and ADA Carver decided to ask about it.
"I must ask you two though, how did you do it?"
"Do what?" Goren asked, afraid of the next question.
"Get into Vestie's Club? According to the papers you can't get in unless-" Goren went red in the face and Eames laughed.
"Long story. Very long," Eames said and left it at that. Carver turned away, still baffled as to what the fuss was about. Deakins walked past and recognised the expression. It was exactly the same one he had when he walked into the office and saw the troop of people.
"Long story short. Eames is a dancer, Goren is gay and the purp is a transvestite," he said. Carver turned away once again, now even more confused.
"Goren is gay?" he repeated to himself. Goren overheard the exchange of words.
"I am not gay!" he yelled out. "It was a disguise! Anyway, I look good in cords," he complimented himself.
"OK. Whatever. I won't hold that against you. I didn't know Eames a dancer in a club. Damn!" Carver never would have guessed. Eames thought it was hilarious, and decided to leave it. Goren, on the other hand shot a playful evil look at Eames.
"You are so going to get it bad," he threatened. Eames slapped him on the back.
"I'm sure I will," she said. It was going to be one hell of a day.
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If anyone wants to write anything based on this story (like how Goren gets Eames back, or their personal thoughts on the situation) just email me! I would do it myself, but school assessment is soon and I may not have time. And it would be interesting from another persons POV.I would love to see something, but hey, no pressure!
A/N: Well if you've got this far and you have understood, congratulations! LOL :) And once again, no offence is intended in this story.
Disclaimer: I really wish I did own them, but I don't. Damn!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Police Plaza
Goren, Eames, Ronan and Joe were back at police plaza in an interrogation room at 3am. They were all getting tired. They had called Deakins in and said they had no time to explain. When he arrived his jaw dropped. He saw Goren in his cords and muscle top, Eames in her fishnet stockings and corset; Joe who was twirling his sun glasses around his fingers and Ronan handcuffed.
"What the hell is going on Detectives?" he said. "It is 3am. You'd better have a good excuse for dragging me here. Eames what the hell have you been doing?" he asked dumbfounded at the sight of them all.
"We found the one who killed Toby. Ronan did it. Long story cut short," Goren explained.
"Why did you bring him here and why do I need to be here? And Eames, your outfit?"
"No reason really. We can't just send him to jail without his lawyer can we? And we need to question him. You just need to be here because you're our boss and you're usually here when we bring in the purp," Goren said.
"I see. Alex, your outfit! Explanation as to why you are in that?"
"I was dancing sir," she said bluntly.
"Ok, keep your private life to yourself," Deakins said, holding his hand up.
"It was the only way to get into the club. Goren is gay and I'm a dancer. Clever isn't it," Eames said, admiring Joe's work. "And look! I made $185! Just for dancing. By the way Joe, will $90 do?" she said handing him the money.
"No complaints here!" he happily accepted. Eames was still sweating from the dancing. She never realised it was so hard. She left the room to get a drink, Goren's eyes following her out. Joe saw and motioned for him to follow.
~*~*~*~*~*
Eames was on her third cup of water when Goren joined her. He shoved his hands into his back pockets again.
"So, uh, what was it like up on that stage?" he asked.
"Embarrassing. I don't know how they do it. And I didn't even strip," she said, panting after guzzling down yet another cup.
"Why were you embarrassed?" Goren asked. Eames shrugged as she let her hair down.
"Maybe because you were there," she admitted. Goren smiled. "I mean you've only ever seen me in a skirt and elbow length top. I guess I just felt.unprofessional."
"Well don't worry. You looked good and I don't see you as any less of a woman than I did," he reassured her. That meant a lot to Eames. He looked around for something for her to wipe the sweat off. He couldn't find anything, so Eames ripped off the black ruffle.
"All those light are so hot!" she said as she wiped her face and neck.
"I bet they are. You'll cool off soon," Goren added as he moved her hair to one side and wiped down her back. They stood in silence for a while, neither of them wanting to make a move. They went back into the room after a few more cups of water and a cup of coffee for Goren. Joe pulled him aside.
"So? What happened?" he asked. Goren sighed as he looked at Eames lying on the floor, resting her head on a jacket. She looked exhausted.
"Nothing. I decided to leave it," he said.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't know. Things just would have got too weird at work." Goren left Joe and went back to everyone. Deakins eventually called someone to get Ronan into custody and he went home, but Goren, Eames and Joe stayed. They were too tired to drive, so they slept in Deakins' office.
~*~*~*~*~* Next Day
Eames and Goren had gone home for a few hours to get changed and get some sleep before retuning to work to write out the paperwork. They both found it hard to write because it was such a confusing case. Word had got around about the detective's antics and ADA Carver decided to ask about it.
"I must ask you two though, how did you do it?"
"Do what?" Goren asked, afraid of the next question.
"Get into Vestie's Club? According to the papers you can't get in unless-" Goren went red in the face and Eames laughed.
"Long story. Very long," Eames said and left it at that. Carver turned away, still baffled as to what the fuss was about. Deakins walked past and recognised the expression. It was exactly the same one he had when he walked into the office and saw the troop of people.
"Long story short. Eames is a dancer, Goren is gay and the purp is a transvestite," he said. Carver turned away once again, now even more confused.
"Goren is gay?" he repeated to himself. Goren overheard the exchange of words.
"I am not gay!" he yelled out. "It was a disguise! Anyway, I look good in cords," he complimented himself.
"OK. Whatever. I won't hold that against you. I didn't know Eames a dancer in a club. Damn!" Carver never would have guessed. Eames thought it was hilarious, and decided to leave it. Goren, on the other hand shot a playful evil look at Eames.
"You are so going to get it bad," he threatened. Eames slapped him on the back.
"I'm sure I will," she said. It was going to be one hell of a day.
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If anyone wants to write anything based on this story (like how Goren gets Eames back, or their personal thoughts on the situation) just email me! I would do it myself, but school assessment is soon and I may not have time. And it would be interesting from another persons POV.I would love to see something, but hey, no pressure!
