WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
I feel as if these little messages to the readers are meant to convey some insightful part of the writers' life, and I don't think I have accomplished that as of yet, so I will attempt to now. Flergle frapin monkey shnickt. Thank you.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Agent Thomas rolled over to get a face full of sunshine. She groaned. It was coming in from some open window, and it was bright. Way too bright. She pulled the pillow over her head, blocking the rays. There we go, she thought. I can sleep for at least another hour.
She curled her legs up closer to her chest and sighed. Her mind wondered to the night before. She was alone in the bed. That figured. It was never like them to hang around. But last night she could have sworn he would be different.
Oh, who was she kidding. He met all the requirements she needed the night before. He was there. It didn't matter they had a past. And that was probably all she was to him as well. A one night stand. An easy fuck.
She sighed again, pushing all the air out of her lungs. You always do this, she told herself. You always push them away. Distance yourself.
Her cell phone rang. An almost welcome interruption. A way to get her mind off of things, although it did mean sleep was out of the question.
Thomas picked up the phone and held it to her ear, the pillow still over her head.
"Thomas here."
"Did I wake you up?" the man's voice on the other end asked.
"Hicks," she said recognizing the voice as her partner. "I thought you were going to call me last night."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I got tied up at the office. I was trying to get you a car, which by the way I did, but it proved to be a little bit more difficult getting you a nice one, seeing as how the AD was hesitant to give the ok because your last one ended up without a windshield."
"That was not my fault," Thomas said defensively, throwing the pillow across the bed. "The guy came at me with a baseball bat. What was I supposed to do, let him hit me?"
"Right. Well, anyway, I pulled a few strings, I got you a pretty nice ride. The guys at the Gotham branch were supposed to drop it off first thing this morning. They probably have the keys at the front desk."
"Thanks."
"See, what would you do without a partner like me?"
Thomas laughed weakly. "I don't even want to think about it."
"So how's it going?"
"I hate this city," Thomas said grabbing a courtesy robe next to the bed.
"That well?"
Thomas sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed, wrapping herself in the robe. "When are you gonna be in town?"
"It's only an hour flight, so I should be in Gotham by eleven thirty."
She stood and wandered over to the small table. She frowned. The original files weren't there. She gritted her teeth realizing what happened. That bastard, she thought. He took the files.
"Thomas?"
She shook her head realizing he had been talking to her. "Yeah, I'm here."
"I asked if you were picking me up."
"Oh, yeah. No problem. We can grab something to eat."
"Yeah."
The lights in the hotel flickered for a moment, and then she heard it. An explosion somewhere in the city. It was so loud Hicks heard it over the phone.
"What the hell was that?"
Thomas raced to the window. "Oh my God," she gasped. A giant mushroom of smoke billowed into the sky. The explosion had to be just a short mile away. She scanned the horizon and spotted two more puffs of smoke rolling toward the sky.
"Hicks, I gotta go."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
I feel as if these little messages to the readers are meant to convey some insightful part of the writers' life, and I don't think I have accomplished that as of yet, so I will attempt to now. Flergle frapin monkey shnickt. Thank you.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Agent Thomas rolled over to get a face full of sunshine. She groaned. It was coming in from some open window, and it was bright. Way too bright. She pulled the pillow over her head, blocking the rays. There we go, she thought. I can sleep for at least another hour.
She curled her legs up closer to her chest and sighed. Her mind wondered to the night before. She was alone in the bed. That figured. It was never like them to hang around. But last night she could have sworn he would be different.
Oh, who was she kidding. He met all the requirements she needed the night before. He was there. It didn't matter they had a past. And that was probably all she was to him as well. A one night stand. An easy fuck.
She sighed again, pushing all the air out of her lungs. You always do this, she told herself. You always push them away. Distance yourself.
Her cell phone rang. An almost welcome interruption. A way to get her mind off of things, although it did mean sleep was out of the question.
Thomas picked up the phone and held it to her ear, the pillow still over her head.
"Thomas here."
"Did I wake you up?" the man's voice on the other end asked.
"Hicks," she said recognizing the voice as her partner. "I thought you were going to call me last night."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I got tied up at the office. I was trying to get you a car, which by the way I did, but it proved to be a little bit more difficult getting you a nice one, seeing as how the AD was hesitant to give the ok because your last one ended up without a windshield."
"That was not my fault," Thomas said defensively, throwing the pillow across the bed. "The guy came at me with a baseball bat. What was I supposed to do, let him hit me?"
"Right. Well, anyway, I pulled a few strings, I got you a pretty nice ride. The guys at the Gotham branch were supposed to drop it off first thing this morning. They probably have the keys at the front desk."
"Thanks."
"See, what would you do without a partner like me?"
Thomas laughed weakly. "I don't even want to think about it."
"So how's it going?"
"I hate this city," Thomas said grabbing a courtesy robe next to the bed.
"That well?"
Thomas sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed, wrapping herself in the robe. "When are you gonna be in town?"
"It's only an hour flight, so I should be in Gotham by eleven thirty."
She stood and wandered over to the small table. She frowned. The original files weren't there. She gritted her teeth realizing what happened. That bastard, she thought. He took the files.
"Thomas?"
She shook her head realizing he had been talking to her. "Yeah, I'm here."
"I asked if you were picking me up."
"Oh, yeah. No problem. We can grab something to eat."
"Yeah."
The lights in the hotel flickered for a moment, and then she heard it. An explosion somewhere in the city. It was so loud Hicks heard it over the phone.
"What the hell was that?"
Thomas raced to the window. "Oh my God," she gasped. A giant mushroom of smoke billowed into the sky. The explosion had to be just a short mile away. She scanned the horizon and spotted two more puffs of smoke rolling toward the sky.
"Hicks, I gotta go."