Well I know for a fact that this is way over due. I've just had busy summer. Between work and getting ready for college... let's just say things have been tough. But since I don't leave for college till the 4th and everyone leaves before me I think I'll have some time to write or something. Hopefully. I'm terribly sorry for this being forever but I do hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the Foxxes. ten81csi owns Kylie Flack and Kelly Higgins belongs to temporary relief. They're just awesome and let me use their characters. So you should read their stuff too!
"I'm so fucking starving right now." Niki groaned as she waited in the lunch line.
Kylie rolled her eyes. "That's cause you didn't eat breakfast this morning."
"That's your problem," Kelly giggled, grabbing a slice of pizza, "So has anyone been asked to the back to school dance yet?"
"Nope," Niki shook her head, "But I'll probably just go solo and meet guys there."
"Whore." Kylie coughed.
Niki rolled her brown eyes and glared at her friend. "And who are you going with? Huh?"
"No one…" Kylie said, looking suddenly at the ground.
Niki smirked at her friend and paid for her food. All three girls walked back to their table to see a giant cookie cake sitting there. They ran over to it and saw that something was written on it in icing.
"Back to school da," Niki read, "What's a da?"
"I have no clue." Kelly said with a raised eyebrow.
Kylie gave her two friends a look. Are they really that stupid, she thought. "It's asking if one of us wants to go to the back to school dance. There just wasn't enough room. Morons."
"Oh," Kelly and Niki said at the same time. They looked back at the cake to see that whoever wrote the message did run out of room. They weren't very clever sometimes.
"Well since there is a cake just sitting here…" Niki smiled the Foxx smile as she grabbed a knife off of Kelly's lunch tray and started to cut herself a huge piece of cookie cake.
"Niki," Kylie groaned, taking the knife from her hand, "This is obviously for one of us. We need to figure out who it is for."
The Foxx rolled her eyes and stood up on her chair. "Okay! Who left a cookie cake saying 'Back to school da' on our table?" She shouted.
The lunchroom became quiet. Everyone looked at one another. The person who put the cookie cake on the girl's table had to be in the room. They just had to. Finally someone stood up from their table and walked over to the girls.
"Oh Sheldon," Niki cooed, "That's a sweet way of asking but I don't think Kelly would like the idea of you and I going to the dance together."
Kelly rolled her eyes and slapped Niki in the back of the head. "He'd never ask you to anything. He doesn't date whores."
"Obviously, look at who he is dating." Niki moaned as she rubbed the back of her head.
Kylie gave Niki at look and lightly pushed her arm. Niki threw her hands out to the side and gave Kylie a questioning look. She didn't like this whole hitting her thing. Hitting people was her thing.
"So Kelly," Hawkes turned to her, "Would you like to go to the dance with me?"
Kelly smiled as she let out a deep breath. "Of course, I would love to go to the dance with you."
"Awesome!" Hawkes smiled and gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek. "Now let's eat…" Hawkes stopped what he was saying when he realized that a good chunk of the cake was missing. Everyone turned to Niki to see her stuffing the last bit of cookie cake in her mouth.
"What?" She asked with a mouth full of cookie, "I was starving!"
….
"Niki fucking Foxx get up here now!" Kevin Foxx shouted from upstairs.
Niki rolled her eyes at her middle brother's voice. He could be such a tool bag sometimes. He freaked out over the littlest things. She probably left a tampon on the counter and Kevin was too much of a pussy to put it away. She ran up the stairs and opened the bathroom door to see her brother standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I don't wanna see your six pack. It sucks dick." Niki moaned as she looked at the bathroom counter. No tampons were there so that wasn't what he was flipping shit about.
"Look in the bathtub right now." Kevin growled, pointing to the tub.
Niki walked over the bathtub to see a bunch of goldfish swimming around in it. On the edge of the tub was a note that said Out of all the fish in the sea I choose you… come to the dance with me?
"There's a bunch of goldfish in the tub," Niki stated, "Is Claire asking you to the dance or something?"
Kevin rolled his dark blue eyes at his baby sister. "You're kidding me right? First off I do the asking. And secondly I wouldn't do this cute shit."
"Aw stop it," Niki cooed as she attempted to reach up and mess up her brother's shaggy brown hair. It was tough since he was 6'3" and Niki was only 5'4", "You know you're a softie."
"Don't make me knock your lights out." Kevin threatened her.
Niki rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "You would never dream of it. And I'd knock your lights out first before you could knock mine out."
Kevin let out a sigh and looked out the window. His jaw dropped when he Don Flack standing in their front yard. "What the fuck is he doing out there?"
"Oh," Niki said with a wild smirk on his face, "Maybe he's asking you to the dance!"
"It's like you want me to hurt you." Kevin rolled his eyes.
She shook her head. "Not in a million years pal."
Suddenly it hit Kevin. "He's asking you to the dance! And that creep was waiting outside the bathroom window! He could have seen you!"
"Are you kidding me?" Niki asked, shaking her head, "I don't take a leak standing up like you. I actually sit down on the can."
"What about when you take a shower?" Kevin asked as he folded his arms across his chest.
"I actually close the blinds, unlike you who keeps them open so you can show of your 'muscles'." Niki said with frustration as she put air quotes around muscles.
Kevin looked in the mirror to make sure his baby sister was only joking about his muscles. Kevin Foxx prided himself on looking good. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized everything still looked good. His six pack was ripped and his chest was just as ripped. Kevin flexed his arms to make sure they had the same tone has they did during baseball season. They did.
"Ugh," Niki moaned, "I really don't want to watch the gun show, so I'm gonna go." She turned around and started heading out of the bathroom.
"What about those fucking goldfish?" Kevin asked.
Niki turned around and leaned against the doorframe. "Put them in a fish tank. That's what you do with fish."
"These are your fucking fish. You do something with them." Kevin demanded.
"Ha!" Niki laughed, but stop when she saw the look her brother was giving her, "Oh you were serious about that?"
"Yeah I was. I want to take a shower."
Niki let out a sigh and left the bathroom. Kevin stood there, waiting for Niki to bring up some bowl to put this fish in. A few minutes passed and there was no sign of Niki. He looked out the window to see Niki walking out on the front lawn to talk to Flack.
Kevin shook his head and rolled his eyes. "She's such a bitch."
…
The sun was slowly setting, making the sky a reddish orange color. Niki was walking out to Flack; who's hands where in his pockets just waiting for her.
"So is this for me?" She asked, waving the note card at Flack.
"Well it sure as hell ain't for Kevin." He said.
"I hope not," Niki smiled, "So you wanna go to the dance with me?"
Flack smirked at her as he took his hands out of his pockets. "Yes, I want you to come to the dance with me."
"Alright." Niki said simply.
"Wait," Flack said, shaking his head, "You want to come to the dance with me?"
Niki rolled her eyes at Flack. "Yes I'd like to go to the dance with you."
"Oh wow…this is awesome!" Flack said with the biggest smile on his face.
"Were you not expecting me to say yes?" Niki asked, her eyebrow raised.
Flack looked sheepishly at her. "Well…yeah…"
"Aw," She cooed as she took a step closer to him, "You're so cute."
"Thanks I try." He smirked as he closed the gap between him and Niki.
They stood there like that for a few seconds until Niki heard the front door open and four paws leaping off the front porch. Before Niki could warn Flack, Cujo had already snapped at Flack's leg. He jumped back and watched as Cujo crouched down and bare his teeth.
"Cujo," Niki said sternly, "Back off."
Cujo sat down and tilted his head toward Niki, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his tail wagging. Niki stared at the bear faced dog and let out a sigh. She couldn't stay mad at him. She knelt down and started scratching Cujo's head. He barked with happiness and licked Niki's face.
"I'll never understand that dog." Flack chuckled softly. He felt safer knowing Niki had the situation under control.
"There isn't much to understand with him," She said as she kissed Cujo's snout and then stood up, "You just gotta be stern with him when he gets a little rowdy."
Flack raised an eyebrow at Niki's choice of words. "So if I get a little rowdy are you gonna be stern with me?"
Niki bit her lip. So many things she would love to say right now, but couldn't. She knew her brothers were the one who let Cujo out and told him to attack. And she knew they were watching her and Flack right now.
"I'd love to tell you what I'm thinking right now," Niki winked, "But my brothers are watching. And this time they can't send out Cujo to do their dirty work."
"Right, so you can tell me in school tomorrow." Flack smirked before he started heading toward his house.
Niki waved and then turned around to see her brothers standing at the front door. She flipped them off and then yelled, "I'm going to kill both of you. Very, very, very slowly."
….
The kids were in bed when Mrs. Flack finally got to relax on the couch. She turned to see her husband sitting in his chair, tapping his chin, deep in thought. He hadn't talked much that night and Mrs. Flack was worried about her husband.
"Puck dear," She said softly, "You've been quiet all night, is everything all right at work?"
Flack Sr. shook his head. "No, it's the case that came across my desk this morning. Dead cop."
"Oh no! Who was it?" Mrs. Flack gasped.
"Officer Jones," Don Sr. sighed, "He was a good cop and a good guy."
"Oh how horrible. Do you have any leads?" She asked.
"Unfortunately, CSI found a polished marble fox statue with the body."
Mrs. Flack held her hands to her mouth. "Oh dear god. No…they didn't…they couldn't have…"
"Yes Lorene they did," Flack Sr. let out a deep breath, "Jones was so close to arresting Joseph Foxx. Close enough that if Joseph was arrested he would have to give us prints and a DNA sample. You know how many open cases of murders and beatings would be closed with that one arrest?"
"That's not what's bothering you, is it?" Lorene asked softly.
Don shook his head. "The guys want me to bring in Niki so they can interrogate her."
"Interrogate her?" Mrs. Flack gasped, "She's only 16! They can't do that! And what does she know anyway?"
"She knows a lot more than she let's on. That's for sure. She knows all about Mafia calling cards and those stupid riddles left at murders. And Niki knows every Mafia Family in this City calling card." Mr. Flack said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was impressive that a 16 year old girl could tell you more about a Mafia crime scene than the Gang Unit itself.
Lorene shook her head; refusing to believe that the little brunette down the street could know this much about murder. "Still, she shouldn't be interrogated! That could traumatize the poor girl!"
"I know Lorene, I know," He shook his head, "But if I say no the guys will think I'm trying to protect the Foxx Family. I'm in a tight spot Lorene. The Foxxes killed a cop, they deserved to be punished. But I'm not gonna put Niki through an interrogation. I mean I'm sure she has no clue who the hell did it. But she might know something."
"You can't put her against her family! If she talks to police…they could…they could…" Mrs. Flack couldn't finish her sentence. She knew all too well what the Mafia did to snitches. No matter whom they were.
Flack Sr. ran his right hand over his face. "You think I don't know this?" He asked. "I know what they would do. But I know what the guys down at the station are gonna think when I refused to bring Niki Foxx in to be interrogated about a Foxx Family murder."
"Cover up."
"Exactly," Mr. Flack groaned, "A cover up for a Mafia Family. When honestly, I don't care what the hell happens to the Foxxes, all I care about is what happens to Niki."
Mrs. Flack closed her eyes and tried to relax. Niki was like a daughter to Mrs. Flack. She didn't want Niki to be put through an interrogation, but she didn't want her husband to lose his reputation or even his career.
"I'm gonna bring her in," Mr. Flack said suddenly, "I'll make it look like she was brought in against her will. I could use that time I caught her vandalizing. That could be the probable cause to bring her in."
"She's going to the dance on Friday with Donnie." Mrs. Flack said. She wasn't too sure why she said it. But if it could keep her husband from bringing Niki in to be interrogated, then it had to be done.
Puck rolled his icy blue eyes and let out a sigh. "You're kidding me right? That boy has some bad timing."
"So you aren't going to bring her in?" Mrs. Flack asked; hopefully that her random outburst worked.
"No I am." He said solemnly.
"But what if…what if…that puts a target…on…"
"Lorene," Don said softly, grabbing his wife's hands, "We've had targets on our backs since we took Niki in. All of us. They just haven't acted on it because they've realized that Niki is being raised properly. She's getting the care and love she needs from this family; a cop family."
Lorene took her hands from her husband's. She couldn't believe he was willingly to do something like this to Niki. "Still, you shouldn't…"
"If I don't I could lose everything I've worked for, Lorene. And don't worry; I won't let them go overboard. I'll be in the room with her. She'll be fine." He interrupted her.
"Still, it isn't right," Mrs. Flack stood up from the couch and started heading up the stairs, "She's a minor. And she doesn't need to know about that cruel and horrible Mafia world. Mafia Bella or not; a teenage girl doesn't need to be interrogated like she is some hardened criminal."
Flack Sr. winced at his wife's harsh words. They were true. No teenage girl, Mafia Bella or not, deserved to be interrogated the way she would probably be interrogated. But it needed to be done. The Foxxes had killed a cop; a good cop at that, one with a wife and kids. Don Flack Sr. was going to get the Foxx that did this, he just didn't like the way he was going to have to do that.
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