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nickngregCrossover: CSI/Wonderfalls
Title: The Crazy Girl and the Wax Lion (9/10)
Chapter: Jackpot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: humor
Warnings: none
Previous chapters: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8)
Summary: Jaye fends off her attacker, is kind of rescued by Nick and Greg and earns some money all at the same time.
9. Jackpot
“Still no sign of either of them.” Nick sighed, snapping his mobile phone closed.
Greg moved a few steps away, looking up another aisle of slot machines. He could see a pair of security guards at the other end. He gave them a look of “anything?”, to which they responded with a defeated shrug of the shoulders.
“Was that Catherine?” Greg asked.
Nick nodded. “What next, G?”
“Maybe we should go back to security – try another look at the tapes.”
“They already have people on that---“
Nick was interrupted by the jackpot siren going off. He gritted his teeth in frustration at the distraction, and glanced over at the direction the sound was coming from.
Greg was already breaking into a run.
Although slightly obscured by a nickel machine, Nick could see Jaye struggling in the grip of the suspect. She had wisely wrapped her legs around the machine itself, and seemed to be hanging on valiantly for life itself.
Nick raced in Greg’s wake.
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Jaye could feel her sneakered feet losing their ground as the Red Suitcase Man began to pull her away. She drew back her elbow and viciously punched him in the stomach with it. He gasped in pain, and she could feel the outtake of his breath against her neck. She gave him a second dose for good measure, and this time he let her go as he staggered back, severely winded.
Unfortunately, they both lost their balance and toppled to the ground. Jaye’s fall was cushioned by her would-be-killer’s body, but as he was so lanky it wasn’t that soft a landing. No sooner had their bodies contacted, than she felt his hands grip her waist, and she was flying through the air again.
She landed on her side, and looked up to see Greg running towards her, his gun drawn. Nick wasn’t that far behind, yelling into his cellphone as he ran.
Jaye looked back behind her, to see Red Suitcase Man getting to his feet and trying to escape. He was still unsteady on his feet, and Jaye thought swiftly enough to stretch out her foot and kick it underneath his. He fell to his knees again, and shot her a look of pure hatred. But it was a mere second before he was off the ground and running again.
Greg dropped to his knees beside her, while Nick continued past them in pursuit of the killer.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked, concerned.
Shaken, she nodded. “Where did you guys go?”
“Us? It was you who disappeared!”
“Let’s just blame it on the tourists.” Jaye said. “Help me up?”
He offered her his hand, and she gladly took it. As her equilibrium was restored, she looked down to the aisle where Nick was tackling Red Suitcase Man down to the ground.
“Wow.” Jaye breathed appreciatively. “He’s like GI Joe or something.”
She elbowed Greg in the ribs, and he blushed.
Instantly Nick and his collared criminal were surrounded by a crowd of security and police officers. Greg could see a flash of red hair, and knew Catherine was in the thick of it.
“Was it you who set off the jackpot?” Greg asked, still watching the melee further down. As the crowd of blue-uniformed officers parted, he could see Nick and Catherine pulling the freshly-handcuffed Red Suitcase Man off the ground, and he realised he had been mentally holding his breath until he was assured Nick was safe.
“Ooh, my money!” Jaye turned back to the machine. By this stage the woman with the stuffed cat toy was inching towards it, her back injury forgotten. “Hey, back off! That’s mine!”
“It was my nickel!” the woman protested.
“Oh, yeah? Prove it!” Jaye insisted. She turned back to Greg. “Grab me some of those cups there.”
He found himself obeying her.
Jaye started scooping the winnings into the plastic cups supplied by the casino. “I may need a trolley.” she muttered.
“I guess they really didn’t want you to die.” Greg mused, crouching down beside her.
“I guess not.” Jaye handed him a full cup. “Plus, this is the first time I have ever been rewarded. Which is cool. They should really do it more often.”
“A cosmic paycheck?”
“If only. Then I could quit my crappy job.”
He looked back at her. “You know what? I think deep down you actually like it.”
“It did take me a while to reach that conclusion.” she mused. “And if you ever repeat that, I will deny everything.”
“You helped save lives tonight, Jaye.”
She paused in the scooping of her money. “Not enough to save the poor woman whose head was in the bag.”
“But what about the future women you saved? Who would have died had he not been caught tonight?”
She looked up at him, nothing but seriousness and truth in her eyes, all vestiges of snarkiness temporarily abandoned. “Is that what you have to tell yourself to get through your job?”
He swallowed. “Sometimes.”
“Does it work?”
He smiled sadly. “Sometimes.”
She quickly looked down, and resumed collecting her winnings. “You know, I heard beer can sometimes help."
“What was that I heard about beer?” They were joined by Nick, who was reholstering his gun. “As good as that would be right now, we may have to wait. Catherine and Brass are taking our ‘John Smith’ in for questioning.”
Greg raised an eyebrow. “What, they’re taking our perp off us?”
“I don’t know about you, Greggo, but I have had enough excitement for one night.”
Jaye handed Nick a full cup of coins. “I don’t know about that.”
Nick and Greg looked at their feet.
Nick cleared his throat. “Anyway, we have to get Jaye’s final statement.”
“Oh, what?” Jaye complained. “He grabbed me, I fought back, you guys shot him---“
“Nobody shot anybody!” Nick protested.
“Oh?” Jaye wrinkled her nose. “I guess I’m really not the best witness.”
“Tell us that now.”
“Hey, you got your guy in the long run.” she smiled suggestively. “In more ways than one.” At their looks, she snorted. “Come on, let me have a little fun!”
“Seeing as you’ve discovered a body, been hauled in for questioning, kidnapped and had a spot of gambling,” Greg smiled. “I think you’ve had the full Vegas experience.”
“I suppose this is going to go on my file, huh?” Jaye asked, filling her last cup.
“I will even print it on yellow paper so it stands out.” Nick informed her.
Jaye raised an eyebrow towards Greg. “Hey, he cracked a joke.”
“He does do it occasionally.”
“Don’t worry, Jaye.” Nick smiled. “I’m sure it won’t be the last entry on your police record.”
“Yes.” she sighed. “I have so much to look forward to. Now, let’s go and cash this. It may just cover my plane ticket.”
She headed off to the cashier’s booths. “Come on, boys. You have the rest of the money. I don’t want that woman trying to make a claim for it.”
Title: The Crazy Girl and the Wax Lion (9/10)
Chapter: Jackpot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: humor
Warnings: none
Previous chapters: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8)
Summary: Jaye fends off her attacker, is kind of rescued by Nick and Greg and earns some money all at the same time.
9. Jackpot
“Still no sign of either of them.” Nick sighed, snapping his mobile phone closed.
Greg moved a few steps away, looking up another aisle of slot machines. He could see a pair of security guards at the other end. He gave them a look of “anything?”, to which they responded with a defeated shrug of the shoulders.
“Was that Catherine?” Greg asked.
Nick nodded. “What next, G?”
“Maybe we should go back to security – try another look at the tapes.”
“They already have people on that---“
Nick was interrupted by the jackpot siren going off. He gritted his teeth in frustration at the distraction, and glanced over at the direction the sound was coming from.
Greg was already breaking into a run.
Although slightly obscured by a nickel machine, Nick could see Jaye struggling in the grip of the suspect. She had wisely wrapped her legs around the machine itself, and seemed to be hanging on valiantly for life itself.
Nick raced in Greg’s wake.
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Jaye could feel her sneakered feet losing their ground as the Red Suitcase Man began to pull her away. She drew back her elbow and viciously punched him in the stomach with it. He gasped in pain, and she could feel the outtake of his breath against her neck. She gave him a second dose for good measure, and this time he let her go as he staggered back, severely winded.
Unfortunately, they both lost their balance and toppled to the ground. Jaye’s fall was cushioned by her would-be-killer’s body, but as he was so lanky it wasn’t that soft a landing. No sooner had their bodies contacted, than she felt his hands grip her waist, and she was flying through the air again.
She landed on her side, and looked up to see Greg running towards her, his gun drawn. Nick wasn’t that far behind, yelling into his cellphone as he ran.
Jaye looked back behind her, to see Red Suitcase Man getting to his feet and trying to escape. He was still unsteady on his feet, and Jaye thought swiftly enough to stretch out her foot and kick it underneath his. He fell to his knees again, and shot her a look of pure hatred. But it was a mere second before he was off the ground and running again.
Greg dropped to his knees beside her, while Nick continued past them in pursuit of the killer.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked, concerned.
Shaken, she nodded. “Where did you guys go?”
“Us? It was you who disappeared!”
“Let’s just blame it on the tourists.” Jaye said. “Help me up?”
He offered her his hand, and she gladly took it. As her equilibrium was restored, she looked down to the aisle where Nick was tackling Red Suitcase Man down to the ground.
“Wow.” Jaye breathed appreciatively. “He’s like GI Joe or something.”
She elbowed Greg in the ribs, and he blushed.
Instantly Nick and his collared criminal were surrounded by a crowd of security and police officers. Greg could see a flash of red hair, and knew Catherine was in the thick of it.
“Was it you who set off the jackpot?” Greg asked, still watching the melee further down. As the crowd of blue-uniformed officers parted, he could see Nick and Catherine pulling the freshly-handcuffed Red Suitcase Man off the ground, and he realised he had been mentally holding his breath until he was assured Nick was safe.
“Ooh, my money!” Jaye turned back to the machine. By this stage the woman with the stuffed cat toy was inching towards it, her back injury forgotten. “Hey, back off! That’s mine!”
“It was my nickel!” the woman protested.
“Oh, yeah? Prove it!” Jaye insisted. She turned back to Greg. “Grab me some of those cups there.”
He found himself obeying her.
Jaye started scooping the winnings into the plastic cups supplied by the casino. “I may need a trolley.” she muttered.
“I guess they really didn’t want you to die.” Greg mused, crouching down beside her.
“I guess not.” Jaye handed him a full cup. “Plus, this is the first time I have ever been rewarded. Which is cool. They should really do it more often.”
“A cosmic paycheck?”
“If only. Then I could quit my crappy job.”
He looked back at her. “You know what? I think deep down you actually like it.”
“It did take me a while to reach that conclusion.” she mused. “And if you ever repeat that, I will deny everything.”
“You helped save lives tonight, Jaye.”
She paused in the scooping of her money. “Not enough to save the poor woman whose head was in the bag.”
“But what about the future women you saved? Who would have died had he not been caught tonight?”
She looked up at him, nothing but seriousness and truth in her eyes, all vestiges of snarkiness temporarily abandoned. “Is that what you have to tell yourself to get through your job?”
He swallowed. “Sometimes.”
“Does it work?”
He smiled sadly. “Sometimes.”
She quickly looked down, and resumed collecting her winnings. “You know, I heard beer can sometimes help."
“What was that I heard about beer?” They were joined by Nick, who was reholstering his gun. “As good as that would be right now, we may have to wait. Catherine and Brass are taking our ‘John Smith’ in for questioning.”
Greg raised an eyebrow. “What, they’re taking our perp off us?”
“I don’t know about you, Greggo, but I have had enough excitement for one night.”
Jaye handed Nick a full cup of coins. “I don’t know about that.”
Nick and Greg looked at their feet.
Nick cleared his throat. “Anyway, we have to get Jaye’s final statement.”
“Oh, what?” Jaye complained. “He grabbed me, I fought back, you guys shot him---“
“Nobody shot anybody!” Nick protested.
“Oh?” Jaye wrinkled her nose. “I guess I’m really not the best witness.”
“Tell us that now.”
“Hey, you got your guy in the long run.” she smiled suggestively. “In more ways than one.” At their looks, she snorted. “Come on, let me have a little fun!”
“Seeing as you’ve discovered a body, been hauled in for questioning, kidnapped and had a spot of gambling,” Greg smiled. “I think you’ve had the full Vegas experience.”
“I suppose this is going to go on my file, huh?” Jaye asked, filling her last cup.
“I will even print it on yellow paper so it stands out.” Nick informed her.
Jaye raised an eyebrow towards Greg. “Hey, he cracked a joke.”
“He does do it occasionally.”
“Don’t worry, Jaye.” Nick smiled. “I’m sure it won’t be the last entry on your police record.”
“Yes.” she sighed. “I have so much to look forward to. Now, let’s go and cash this. It may just cover my plane ticket.”
She headed off to the cashier’s booths. “Come on, boys. You have the rest of the money. I don’t want that woman trying to make a claim for it.”
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Date: 2006-03-18 01:40 am (UTC)and its already coming to a finish! ;___________________;
i hope this won't be the last of any xDDD
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:49 pm (UTC)I did toy with the idea of a sequel, in which the boys come to Niagara for a holiday and end up entangled with Jaye and her menagerie again... but at the moment I think it is done. Thank you for reading, and enjoying it!