POSTED: July 12, 2004 - 1:40 am

BW: hey, peoples!

Storm: Hi there, people! -Frantic waving- I'm the one who wrote the 'scared prologue', as it shall now be referred to. -Cackles- Bow to my lufferly mad skills of writing...okay, I'm done. Take it, hun. -Scuttles into corner-

BW: [had been reading and looks up]...we've comeback with the first chapter!

S: The disclaimer will be read by Ryo!

Ryo: They don't own -FAKE- or any of the characters, thankfully enou-

BW: OK! [covers Ryo's mouth] that's enough for now!

S: Indeed. We'd do a much better job of getting you and Dee together...speaking of which, here he comes. Man the battle stations and pray for mercy, troops! -Plops on war helmet and hides behind bombshelter-

[Dee comes storming in]

Dee: WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME HURT RYO!!!!!

[Dee glomps Ryo and proceeds to drag him upstairs]

Ryo: Let me go! BI--!!

Dee: [has covered Ryo's mouth] oooooohhhhhhhh no, you don't!

[door slams upstairs]

BW&S: O.o.....

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Real Folk Blues
Assignment

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Dee sat at his desk shuffling through papers Ryo had left there. That seemed to be the only way they communicated, now-through paper work. Dee looked at the desk across from him. "Fine," he huffed. 'If Ryo's gonna act like a baby, I won't talk to him, either.' He nodded as if to finalize the decision and turned back to the papers in front of him. A post-it note on top read FINISH, probably referring to Dee and involving finishing the papers.

Great, more work.

Ryo walked into the office, chipper as always. He greeted people as he came down along the hall, nodding and smiling. When he sat down at his desk, and Dee didn't even look up from pretending to fill out the papers, Ryo's smile faltered, but only for a moment. He turned to the computer and started looking something up, just to look busy.

Two men walked down the hall, arm-in-arm. One was tall with a dark tan and very dark hair. The other was slightly shorter, fair skinned and had blonde hair. They walked up to Ryo's desk and stood there for a moment, quietly debating with each other if these were the right people. The shorter of the two won, saying that they were, and tapped Ryo on the shoulder.

Ryo quickly closed the window he had up and turned to the two people. Standing, he greeted them.

"Nice to meet you, too. My name is Theo and this is Ryan," the taller said and pointed to his friend.

Ryo shook both their hands. "why don't you sit down? you can use those chairs, if you wish," he said, pointing to two unoccupied chairs by and empty desk. The same desk that JJ and Drake were supposed to be moved to...

Theo and Ryan took the chairs and plopped them in front of the combined desks, Dee now looking up. "What do you need?" Dee asked.

Ryan looked and Theo and vice versa. Ryan piped up first. "Well...we were sort of doing an investigation into the Mafia in the area-"

"-working as double agents," Theo put in.

Ryan nodded. "Things were going really well, but then one of the Mafia guys caught us reporting in with one of the other agents that was..."

"Was covering us while we went in, "Theo finished. "He went to jail 'cause he was caught, but he blabbed to one of the guys close to the leader. That was in Brooklyn."

Ryan shrugged. "While we haven't exactly gotten far away from them so they can't kill us, we were referred to you two as being very reliable and good at your jobs. We need someone to watch our backs while we clean up this mess and get back to San Fran."

Ryo nodded. "Who referred you?"

"Some witch in slutty clothes that kept trying to hit on my Theo!! "

"....Diana referred you."

Dee grinned as remembered the eccentric woman who should have been written up for dressed code violation. "So the witch's at it again, huh? This otta be interesting. Did she also recommend you to your boss for the Mafia job?"

"Only Ryan. But he requested that I go with him." This got a definite nod from Ryan, now clinging to Theo for dear life.

Ryo raised a brow but decided to continue. "OK. If you need to be watched, were going to need your current residence."

As Ryan was telling Ryo and Dee where they lived for the moment (they were both taking separate notes), someone came bounding down the hall. The barely-tanned brunette ran around a corner, nearly slamming into three people, but no missing the wall by any means. He appeared himself from the wall and decided to walk the rest of the way. "Theo!" he hailed as he approached the desks.

"Randy! Why are you here?" Theo stood up to greet his friend.

"Randy!" Ryan called. "I thought you didn't get off work until 8? What are you doing here?"

Randy and Theo walked back to the desks. "I begged the Creep Meister to let me off early, and he did. When I dropped by your place, one of your buddies told me you were down here, so here I am!" The Creep Meister, being Randy's boss at a local club, would pick and choose favorite based on who he thought he could get. Right now that would be Randy, much to his dismay...

Ryo, Dee, and Ryan stood up having gotten or given all information needed. Ryo promised to be at their apartment by 9 to see what the surroundings were like. They bid each other adu, Ryan, Theo, and Randy living by the hall, Ryo going the opposite direction, and Dee staying put.

As Ryan, Theo, and Randy slipped just out of earshot, Randy whispered tot he other two, "Was it just me or did there seem to be some tension between Mr. Maclean and Mr. Laytner? Bloody stuff thick enough to shatter..." he mumbled to himself.

Theo nodded, "Now that you mention it, they never even so much as looked at each other the whole time we were there...and then some!"

Ryan just looked between Ryan and Randy with a puzzled look on his face.

-------------------------------------- BW: END CHAPTER ONE!

S: So there you have it, folks. The first chapter of our fic. Positive feedback and criticism are always welcome. However, flames will be laughed at, ignored, and then used to make hot water bottle for my bed at night. Or heating pads for Randy's injuries-whichever we need most.

Randy: I'm not the much of a clutz...

Ryan: Oh, really, now?

Randy: [nods and walks off]

[Theo, hiding behind a box, tries to trip Randy by sticking his foot out in front of him but jumps over it]

Randy: HA! I told yo-! Whoa! [falls into basin]

BW: -;; yeah r&r, people!