Title: New York Heat-Chapter two
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst/Comedy
Rating: R--It has naughty language and adult situations.
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: None really, it's just suppose to be fun. But it's kinda based off 'The Self Importance of being Carlos." The events take place after season four.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them. The character Sydney Davis belongs to Frostee. Amber belong to Fyre.
Summary: Carlos and women
A/N: This idea came up when I was talking to Frostee *Hugs Frostee* Anyways this is all after the season four episodes, but Carlos is pre season four...he's like he was in season two...cause he was cute and funny. Now people before you go and get your literary underwear in a bunch, please remember this is for -fun-. I'm not being serious with this fic, I'm only writing it because it's fun. So don't get all uptight. If you are offended by dick and fart jokes....then this story may not be for you. Thank you. Sorry the chapter is short. I hope to have a longer one next time. My dirty muse is kinda sleeping. LOL
Carlos looked over at Sydney as he watched the girl walk up, "Hey I'll be right back, I think this is the other new girl starting as well today."
Sydney smiled. "Sure."
Jumping out Carlos rubbed his hands together. Yes it is my lucky day. I have Sydney in the bus looking mighty fine and now I have this hot chick walking my way. He stuck his hand out, turning on his Latino phone sex operator voice, once again. "Uhm..hi, I'm Carlos Nieto."
The girl stared blankly at him. Slowly taking his hand and shaking it. "Amber McLaughlin."
"Nice to meet you Amber." Carlos spoke, still not letting off the phone sex operator tone.
She narrowed her eyes, in pure confusion. "Do you have a sore throat or something?" She asked gesturing with her hands. "Because your voice is all funny and...it's just sounds funny."
Damn it, what's wrong with me lately? Carlos asked himself. I was always able to score girls with that voice. They were -falling- at my feet. Now I'm just scaring them off. Maybe I smell bad, yea that's got to be it. I'm stinky. Carlos started sniffing himself in front of Amber. "No I'm fine. I'm not sick." Carlos told Amber once again speaking as he normally would. "I've been taking these classes, like voice lessons. The one you just heard is the one I've been working on." He quickly made up an excuse, running his hand through his hair.
Amber again found herself staring oddly at him. I think I interrupted the freak show. She painfully mused to herself. "May I ask--why you are sniffing yourself?" Amber questioned him, with a bit of hesitation in her voice. "You need some more practice maybe.... it's really not all that believable. I'm sorry.
Shit! Fuck! What do I say? Damn she's really caught me here. I have to be smooth about this, make it look good. I have to -woo- her. Yes that's it -woo- her. "Oh the sniffing...it's uhm...it's uh...it's a nervous habit."
Oh my God! This boy is a freak! Wow...I guess FDNY will hire anyone huh? I mean he talks, like some erotic nymphomaniac. ...or let me rephrase that. Neurotic nymphomaniac., and he smells himself. What's next? "Oh I'm sorry...bout the nervous habit. Must be a very difficult thing for you to have to over come." She spoke matter-of-factly. She actually wasn't sorry, but it was the only thing she could think of saying that wouldn't start with. "Oh my God you're a fucking freak!"
Carlos was staring at her imagining how the rest of the conversation would go in his head...scary thoughts huh? So Amber...you're not to bright huh. The voice in his head now lowered to a girls voice, what he thought would be Amber in the conversation. What? Carlos nodded silently to himself, still picturing the conversation, what he would say. Good..good, that's how I like 'em. Now Amber I'm not much of a conversational person, but I'm an animal in bed. He again "imagined" what Amber would say to him. Oh -good-...I love animals. Mentally Carlos shook his head. No--no that would never work. He started over with the conversation -again- Hey I'm Carlos... He smiled thinking of what Amber would say back to him. Hi I'm Amber! It's written right here on my shirt He smiled. Well Amber I'm going to need your shirt...and the keys to your car, I'll need those as well. He didn't know if she had a car or not, just figure it would work. His mind went back to speaking for Amber. Okay my shirt and the keys to my car. Would you like my virginity as well? Carlos was beaming to himself with pride. Sure if it's on the menu...while you're at it Super Size it!
"CARLOS! HEY CARLOS!" Sydney shouted from the bus, watching him with Amber.
Shaking his head Carlos turned around. "What?" Can't you see I'm trying to get laid here.
"We got a call." Sydney waved the radio out the window. "A woman with Chest pains."
Damn it, every time I try and score with a chick. Dispatch calls us. He looked around nervously. I wonder if they have cameras. Snapping out of it when he heard Sydney honking the horn. He gave Amber a reassuring smile. "You need to go up stairs." he told her walking off. "Look for Lt. Doherty. He'll tell you where to go." He hopped up into the bus winking at her. "And I'll see you later..." He said as he drove off.
Amber shook her head in amazement. "Hmmm, he must have something in his eye."