V/H Undercover in a Nightclub

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Section 1:

“Why is it that basically every case I get requires me to either go undercover or be confined to a car for hours?” Stopping mid-stride, Vicki cocked her head to the side and preteneded to think. “Hmmm… now that I think about it, the problem isn’t the cases, it’s-” glaring, she followed the woman who had just ran into her with her eyes. A look of utter disgust coloring her features. “you. The problem is you.”

Raising one of his brown eyebrows, Henry just smiled his most charming and seemingly inncoent grin.

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me. You have to be the only male on this planet that can cause the same ‘must have him now’ response in 50 year olds, 15 year olds and every age in between.” Turning away from him, Vicki continued to walk towards the club they were working tonight. With a resigned hand, she tried to pull the leather skirt she wore. This was the last time she let Coreen help her dress for a Bait ‘n’ Trap. Vicki had tried talking her way out of the thigh high boots but had only succeeded in getting knee high stilleto ones instead. At least I was able to forgo the fishnets.Tugging up on the black corset made her cringe once more. Turning to shoot a glare at the vampire following along behind her, she vented, “and don’t think that I’m going to forget your part in this get-up. And stop staring at my ass!”

“Vicki, you’re a very attractive woman but in that outfit,” smiling that smile of innocence, “I don’t think that it’s the attention that I gather that we will have to worry about. I’m sure Nathanial Bradley will just fall into your…um… hands.”

Stopping the two of them took their place in line. The mill of voices drowning out anything they might say to any passerby. Even the bouncers walking around wouldn’t have been able to hear anything unless it was a bullet or an ear piercing shriek. Not that there were a lot of people, the line itself was moving quicker than one would expect, but the spillover from the club mixed with the traffic and the conversations made for a thick veil of noise.

“I could have worn a tank top instead of this.” She muttered, once again trying to hide a centimeter or two more of flesh. “If I get picked up by a cop or propositioned I am holding you eternally responsible.” Closing her eyes, Vicki mentally prepared herself for the display she and Henry were going to put on tonight. It’s to save lives. Remember this. “If you don’t stand beside me in three seconds Henry Fitzroy…”

Chuckling, Henry moved from behind her. He was almost ashamed to say that he had been sneaking glances at her as she’d walked. It was of course to make sure that the leather mini Coreen had lent them was hiding more than it was showing. It passed, but barely. Slding next to Vicki he causually wrapped an arm around her waist. The universal male stance for “she’s mine, back off.” He’d noticed he wasn’t the only one with eyes drawn to her particularly firm backside. Leaning down he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll defend your honor. Unless of course you catch the eye of a serial killer. Then you’re on your own.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say but, then can never actually follow through.” Turning she smiled up at the large mass of man gaurding the door.

"Go in." Was his only reaction. Turning to Henry the bouncer's eyes assessed him from Gucci clad toes to perfectly tossled curly head. "ID"

Hiding a snicker, Vicki turned into the club and let the chaos inside invade her senses. Moving a little to the right of the door she waited for Henry.

"Why is it that I always get carded?"



Section 2

"Well, it could have something to do with people being able to detect evil."

“Mike." Vicki's voice took on a gravely and unpleasant tone, "I distinctly remember a phone conversation relatively recently in which I expressly said to NOT interfere in my cases.” Even the dim lighting couldn’t hide the annoyance and budding anger shining from Vicki’s eyes. “What are you a goldfish?”

Moving around Henry, Mike stood in front of Vicki. He wasn’t sure, but in the dim lighting it looked like she was wearing a corset and… a mini skirt. "I can't believe you're walking around wearing that Vicki."

Looking down at her outfit, Vicki indicated the people around them, "And what would you suggest? A Parka and boots? Because I can see that blending in very well with this crowd"

"How about something that actually covers more flesh than it displays."

Just as Vicki began to her mouth to respond, Henry replies. "You're just jealous because she chose me instead of you to come with her."

“No, I'm pissed because that she's managed to put herself in even more danger than usual and let you dress her in an outfit that's sure to get her arrested for prostitution!"

"Be a man, detective. Admit that you're jealous. "

"Why, you're not."

Henry just growls and moves as if to come towards Mike.

Vicki steps between them, "Seriously, when will you two grow up! Do I have to expose myself to the both of you for you to just stop fighting for once."

Without showing any signs that either one heard her, Mike and Henry continue to stare each other down. A silent struggle for dominance through nothing but the will power to not blink.

"Come one, what do you want? A leg? A thigh?" Almost screaming in frustration, Vicki continues. This time she consentrated on only one. Bringing all of her attention to Mike "A breast. Do you want a breast mike?"

Mike couldn’t believe his ears. Not entirely sure he had heard her correctly he blinked in shock as he replayed the line in his head.

Across from him, Henry’s eyes start to change. He doesn’t even try to stop the action. His mind is filled with the idea of Vicki’s breast. He could taste it. He remembered the Lo Mein sauce and the feel of her skin. She just offered Mike her breast. “What!”

"Yes." Mike replies, his face the mask of complete truthfulness. "I want you to stand in this crowded bar with a serial killer on the loose and flash me one of your breast because that will keep me from losing my temper with fitzROY"

Henry growls again. "Why bother Vicki. I can take care of the problem. I'm feeling a bit peckish and I do love the taste of fear."

"Henry! Mike! Will you both stop!"

Shaking his head, Mike places his hands in his pants pockets, the action causing his trench coat to billow out behind him. It gave him an ominous look. "Show me the breast Vicki."

This time it was Vicki’s turn to be shocked. "I wasn't serious."

“I was. I promise to leave if you, in this very public and possibly dangerous place, flash me your breast."

Unable to stay hidden in the shadows anymore, Coreen lets out a small gasp of laughter and walks up beside Mike. Turning she took in the group before her. Her eyes finally rested on Vicki, " I told you you'd feel more confidant dressed like that Vicki."

"I am NOT showing you two my breasts." In an attempt to emphasis the point, Vicki crosses her arms over them. However, the action only pushed them further out of the top of the corset.

Forcing herself to cough Coreen tries to cover up her laughter. "Vicki, while I support your decision to take on both men, shouldn't you do it individually or at least not in a public place?" Turning to Mike she continued, "Aren't we supposed to be working?"

Mike responds without taking his eyes from Vicki's face. "We will be as soon as I see some skin from Vicki."

Henry scoffs, "Weren't you the one complaining that all you could see was skin?"

Coreen sighs and rolls her eyes. "If you guys are going to do this, I'm sitting down and get a drink. We'll be here awhile."

Vicki, finally giving in to her anger and cutting off Mike's retort to Henry. "FINE!" she raises one hand in warning and points directly at Mike, "But you're only getting ONE!"

Henry smirks, "Since you're pointing at Mike does that mean I get both?"

Swinging her anger over to Henry Vicki replies, "You're lucky your getting any. Almost 500 years old and you act like a jealous child with a new toy."

In walks Dave, "Um, not to intrude on anythi-... Vicki?" eyes bulge just a bit, "WOW. Nice skin."

Through gritted teeth, "Dave, do you have a reason for being here?"

Still staring he points at Mike

At this revelation, Vicki places her forehead in the palm of her hand and mutters"Of course. Why not."

"Well, I am a cop Vicki. This is a police case and we work with partners."

Henry, unable to resist, says, "She knows. We do to. Difference is, my partner's female. While yours..." smiling that charming but oh-so-deadly grin "isn't."

"Henry, stop. Mike, don't even start. Or neither of you will get to see ONE breast."

Dave's eyes get bigger as he tries to slowly move to stand beside Mike. When Mike and Henry realize that Dave isn’t going to leave they just stare at him- waiting for Vicki to realize it to.

Mentally cursing all men, Vicki glares at all three men but addresses only one. "Dave, what are you still doing here?"

"Oh, I had to - Um, I had to - to talk to Mike,” turning to Mike, he licks his lips and thinks frantically, "Are you sure you should be doing this?"

"Why not?" Is his only reply

"Well," glancing quickly at Vicki then back to Mike, "she, uh, does have a history of shooting you."

Too angry to even care about keeping a low profile, Vicki screams into the club, "I only did it once and THAT was an accident!"

Coreen pops up from the seat she'd taken, "you shot mike?" Taking Vicki rolling her eyes as a 'yes' Coreen looks at Mike, "She'd shot you before and you still gave Henry to Mendoza." She gives Mike a blatanlty apprasing look then turns to Henry. "No wonder you get territorial whenever he's around Vicki. He does have quite a set on him."

Henry growls once again. His eyes completely black.  Just as quickly as he starts, Henry stops and a hand lands on his shoulder. Still unable to get past the idea of Vicki sharing her breast with anyone else, Henry almost welcomes the presence of Sinead. Jealousy can work both ways.

Vicki groans, throwing her hands up in the air and once again holding her head in her hands. When she finally looks up her voice is deadly calm. "You can get the hell out Sinead. If you can't find the door I'll be more than happy to kick you in the right direction."

"Ooo, fiesty little dom aren't you." Sinead says to Vicki. Turning to Coreen she smiles sweetly, "I can tell you from experience that Henry has nothing to fear in that department. The things he can do can't compare to what this man can. I promise that."

Stamping her foot and growling herself, Vicki drowns out Mike’s protest. “Will everyone just get the hell out so I can get to work.”

“No.” Came the reply. Mike stood with his arms crossed over his chest. The look on his face clearly stating that he figured that anything Vicki was going through at this moment was her own doing and he wasn’t going to waste a moment to teach her a lesson. “Show me the breast first. The left one. It’s slightly bigger than the right.”

Jerking his shoulder out from Sinead’s hand, Henry takes a step towards Mike. The pure anger on his face a statement of intent.

Just as his foot hit the ground, Coreen squeezed in front of him. “Vicki, just do it so that we can get to work. You have a 10am tomorrow and it’s not good for clientele if the boss is cranky and cross at the first meeting.”

“I am not showing myself to her, or Dave…” pausing she thought about it, “or you for that matter!”

Coming up directly behind Henry, Sinead plastered her body against his and smiled at Vicki, “Afraid. Do you have something to hid Vicki Nelson?”

The sexual nature of their relationship was no secret to Vicki, but the reminder made her see red, “No, I don’t.” Sighing loudly, she took a deep breath. “Just so you know, I mean this breast in a strictly satirical fashion.”