Disclaimer: They are not mine...
Spoilers: Brief mention of Grave Danger.
Beta: A huge thanks goes to sms (oops, sorry sams/sammie) And to UnspokenLoves (mel) for helping me... I know you wanted to beta... but I ran out of patience, sorry!
Dedicated to: Yeah, this are a few:
- SidleChick, for always being there for me, thanks sis.
- UnspokenLoves for always willing to help, I owe you hun.
- Cybrokat, because I'm going to visit her this summer, love you hun.
- Sammie, for being the high speed emergency beta when I need her.
A/N: This has been in my head for a while... well partly, the other huge thanks goes to Mel, for helping me, and allowing me to use her in my fic (thanks again) I hope you all like it... and warning, it's NO Hodges/Greg slash
Daddy's Angel
"Greg, where are we going?" David Hodges whined as they sped over the Strip. As a child he had been carsick and he now felt nauseous again. He should have known it was going to be dangerous, stepping in one car with the famous Greg 'Speedy' Sanders. He was glad to see the traffic lights coming up, that would mean that the car would stop moving for a while. But he gripped the sides of the car seat as Greg had to make an emergency brake. The tires made a shrieking sound on the asphalt as the car came to a stop.
"I thought you missed the old Greg, Dave..." Greg said, while trying to fake a sad face. He pouted a little and faked some tears. Hodges knew he was right, not too long ago they had played a game about taking the highway or the dirt road. He had told him that he missed the ugly t-shirts and the goofy hair, and he did, he truly did. Then the traffic lights jumped back to green and Greg sped through until he drove into the parking lot. He looked for a free space while looking sideways at Hodges.
"Hey man, you alright? Where's the colour in your face?" Hodges looked at him with an annoyed glance and pointed at an empty parking space. He unbuckled his belt and looked out of the window. 'So this is where we are going? A nightclub.'
At this Greg grinned and pulled into the parking space in front of the neon-lighted building. He stopped the car and put it on the parking brake. He opened the car door and watched how Hodges had already gotten out and was now leaning against the side of the car. He locked the car and walked around to stand in front of Hodges, all colour had drained from his face and he looked as if he was going to throw up.
"Are you sure you can handle the night club, Dave?" Hodges looked up and stepped to the side very quickly, throwing up on the tiles of the parking space next to their car. He coughed and took a tissue out of his pocket, to clean his mouth.
"Aw man, that's gross." Greg said while patting Hodges on his shoulder. He laughed a little when Hodges stood upright again.
"I'm fine... Let's go. But one thing, I'll be driving back." He threw away the tissue and then they both walked in the direction of the doors. It was already very crowded and Hodges noticed that he felt slightly uncomfortable. Greg tapped Hodges on the shoulder at the sight of a familiar face. "Dave? You see that guy there?"
Hodges looked where Greg was pointing and his mouth almost fell open at the sight of one Conrad Ecklie, looking very angry. "I wonder what got him off..." Hodges whispered to Greg, who laughed out loud.
"Maybe he applied for a job..." Greg said while shrugging. "And they didn't accept him."
Now it was Hodges' turn to laugh. The image of Ecklie in a tiny bikini burst into their minds and they shook their heads. Maybe it had something to do with a case, but to be honest, they didn't care why Ecklie was there. They walked in, but they hadn't set a step inside yet or somebody bumped into Hodges.
"Oh, I'm sorry." The woman mumbled and looked at Hodges. He could only stare at her, but this all happened in just a few seconds. She winked at him and walked outside, leaving a red and shocked Hodges behind. 'Who is that?'
"Earth to planet Hodges... come on man, let's get a drink." Greg called from a few feet before him. But Hodges' legs were still like jelly so he could barely move... That woman had left a huge impression on him, he hoped to see her again later that evening.
Now Greg had stepped back, took Hodges by the arm and dragged him towards the bar. He sat down on one of the stools and ordered a Shady Lady. Then he turned around to look at Hodges, asking him what he wanted. "I'll take a... Slow and Comfortable Screw." He said while sitting down next to Greg. The barman gave them their drinks and Greg pulled out his wallet, but Hodges stopped him. "This is on me, you're going to need a lot of money, getting yourself drunk." Greg grinned and took a sip from his drink.
"Melanie Abigail Pearson, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Ecklie spat out to his daughter. He had just seen her dancing on the stage, around a pole, winking at men. He had never expected to see his daughter this way, she had enough money right? And she could get any job she wanted. In fact, she had a good job as a writer for the 'Night Angel', some fancy woman's magazine.
"I never expected you to sink so low... don't you see it? All those men are looking at you, want to share a bed with you, you are so much better than that!" He laid his hands on her shoulder.
She shrugged it off and yelled back: "I like to do this dad... it's for the 'Night Angel', I'm writing about how it is to be an exotic dancer. Therefore, I have to do this job for about a year, and yeah I am enjoying it."
"But if you needed the money you could have asked me, angel." Ecklie started to pace. He had enough money to take care of his daughter. 'Why didn't she ask me? Why does she want to get money this way?'
Mel started to get angry. Was this how her father thought of her? "I don't need the money dad! It's for an article!"
"I just don't want my daughter dancing... Just quit this and I'll see if I can get you a job at the department." Ecklie said calmer now. His daughter deserved a better job than this, she deserved the respect, and he was sure she wasn't getting this here.
"No! I'll continue this, and if you have a problem with that, just leave." And with that Mel turned around and left her father standing outside. Once she opened the doors of the nightclub she was embraced by the warmth and the many looks of men. She ignored the yells and touches of them and went straight to the stage and climbed up, once again moving her body on the rhythm of the music. She freed her mind from the argument and danced like she had never danced before.
TBC
A/N: please review...
