Disturbed
~FawkesRises
AN: Something short and non slashish. Not my best, not my worst either, was just in the mood for a little Fastlane today, so here it is. Enjoy.
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Deq rode the elevator up to Van's room muttering about annoying partners who needed to invest in a Rolex.
He sauntered over to the door and knocked. No answer.
He knocked louder. Still no answer.
Van hadn't answered any of the phone calls Billie'd made, and now he wasn't answering the door? Something was up.
Deq tried the door handle; it was unlocked.
If I bust in here and Van's with some girl, I'll kill him.
But there was always the possibility Van might be with some psycho out for revenge because of a bust…
Better safe than sorry.
Deq drew his gun and pushed the door open with his foot. There were no signs of Van or anyone else. He made his way farther into the suite and caught muffled sounds coming from the door to his left.
Please don't let me walk in on Van and his girl of the week, Deq prayed silently. There were some things partners did not need to know.
Turning the door handle softly, Deq nudged open the door. He was assaulted by Gloria Gaynor belting out "I Will Survive." Stepping into the room, he was given a front row seat to Van: dancing around with eyes closed, singing passionately into a hairbrush. All in his underwear.
Deq choked back the laughter that threatened to give him away. He walked over to the stereo and pushed the 'stop' button on the cd player. Van, however, went through two more 'I will survive's' before he noticed the music had stopped.
"Wha…?" Van started, opening his eyes. "I…you…I…"
"I should've changed that stupid lock," Deq sang at his partner.