Tim Minchin – White wine in the Sun.

 

This is a Christmas song with a difference.  Tim Minchin’s “White wine in the Sun.”

A sentimental song about Christmas. This version is taken from the Australian ‘Ready For This?’ DVD. As in previous years, all proceeds from the sale of this song during the months of November, December and January, every year, go to the National Autistic Society (NAS).

December 2012: “It’s been six years since I wrote my little tribute to Christmas, and I’ve finally recorded a studio version. Huzzah!” – Tim Minchin.

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

And yes, I have all of the usual objections
To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it

I’m looking forward to Christmas
Though I’m not expecting a visit from Jesus

I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don’t go in for ancient wisdom
I don’t believe just ‘cos ideas are tenacious it means they’re worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are spooky

And yes I have all of the usual objections
To the mis-education of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
Are taught to externalise blame

And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs

I’m not expecting big presents
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate’s is just fine by me

Cos I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you, my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You’ll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won’t understand
But you will learn someday
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if my baby girl
When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You’ll know what ever comes

Your brothers and sisters and me and your Mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Whenever you come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Darling, when Christmas comes
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you in the sun
Waiting for you…
Waiting…

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know…

 

 

 

A Little Red Dress – Chapter two

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The second in an erotic series that started with Cafe Discretions.  The new chapter is “A little red dress”, co written with TA, and is adult fiction – so reader beware.

 

RB–  It had been about a week since Alana had enjoyed the pleasures of the unknown gentleman at the Coffee house.  She had toyed with the business card he had handed her right before she had taken flight – sated and wet.  Thoughts, wicked ones had crossed her mind as she ran her thumb over the gold embossing.  Every so often she glanced at her phone.  Should she call?  It was not like he knew how to find her or even where she worked.  She was still very much a mystery to Alec, but one that he probably wanted to explore in more detail if given the chance.  It was tuesday evening, just about time to knock off work when Alana finally gave in.  Taking out the card once more, she silently stared at the card.  There was to be an office Christmas party hosted by her boss, Mister Ferguson.  Everyone was said to be going, and her boss had made it clear that he hoped she would give him a special surprise for his Christmas present.  He’d made advances towards her through the course of the year, and always liked a drink at the Christmas do.  She could imagine just how bad he would get, but then she thought of Alec.  Letting out a breath, she took up the phone and then pressed in his number.  Would he answer?  It was his business line.  Chances were he had a secretary of his own.  The phone started to ring….
~
TA – A couple of days had gone by since he experienced  that lovely moment with Alana – he wondered if she would ever call. He had actually stayed away from the bistro for a time, just to let the aura of the encounter fade away a bit in the event they were noticed. However, he cared more about that killer body he had been able to have liberties with, and whenever he walked the block or two from the office, his eyes were always open. He tried to imagine what her life was – of course they hadn’t talked about themselves beyond their wants, so did he want to know more, or did he just want to bang her. His desk was covered with paperwork that wasn’t going to get done on its own, so he thought about spending a few more hours at work. He knew with the holidays coming normal schedules would be different so she was probably out of town, a lot Englanders liked to get out of the city for the week, and he wondered about driving out to spend a few days with his family. He looked at the paperwork, glanced out the window, and decided to get up and stretch a little bit, get the blood flowing. He imagined again Alana in her own world, wondered how she spent her evening and began to fantasize a lovely woman that tossed everything aside at night to just lounge with her legs spread over a divan, like any stunning woman would in her free tie. He imagined her taking her fingertips and beginning a slow tease across her skin, sipping wine, and then he wondered if he might be the image in her mind. Hiss phone began to vibe in his pocket, and he reached inside pulled out the phone and a number appeared that wasn’t familiar. His policy to not answer unknown calls given his profession, so he let it go to voice mail. He thought if they really want his attention they’ll drop him a message. He didn’t even think about her actually making the call, but after it moved to voice mail, he returned to his desk and began hitting the paperwork.
~
RB– Alana waited for the sound of Alec’s voice on the other end, and she got it….but it was his voice mail message. ‘Great..’ she thought for a moment, as she waited for the right moment to speak.  Alana swiveled in her chair and stared out of the office window at the city that was spread out before her.  He was out there, somewhere.  Finally the beep sounded, and that was Alana’s cue.
“Alec.  I don’t normally leave messages, but in this case I guess I will.  I’m not sure if you remember me.”  She paused for a moment and frowned.  God, that sounded pathetic.  She could do so much better.  “It’s Alana.  I happen to be attending a little do here at the office tomorrow night and I wondered if you might like to come….come..and have a drink.”  Her voice became softer as a client entered the office and nodded at Alana – he had an appointment.  Knowing she had an audience, Alana changed tact.  “I believe I owe you a drink at least.  You have no idea how much I enjoyed your company.”  This was said with a sultry tone, as she then went to give him the details of the address and the floor – along with the time.  Alana closed the phone and set it down as she looked back at Mr Jansen, the new client.
“You’re early.  I like that.  Let’s get down to business.”
~
TA – the ding went off on his phone so he decided to listen to the message. The moment he heard her voice his demeanor changed. He immediately got up and shut the door to his office, and walked to the windows. Her voice was in his head, and he chuckled at the first couple of lines. He certainly didn’t expect that vulnerable tone from this delicious barracuda he had submitted to the other day, but then realized we don’t always know people beyond their exterior facade. He listened with intent to the address she’d given him, “17th floor, 2042” he scratched on his notepad, and then put his phone down on the desk. He stood there for a minute and looked at the phone. He immediately thought he might be staying in town for the next couple of days.
‘Heh” he laughed to himself. She called him. It wasn’t an arrogant laugh, there was no tone of confidence, he simply remarked at the fact she reached out. He walked over to the window and looked directly at her building, surveyed the floors and tried to determine where the law offices began. He knew it was around the 14th or 15th floor and then stretched upwards five floors. He has sent a few clients that way. He imagined their offices being directly across from each other. He imagined he might be looking right at her, but had no idea of that even being a remote possibility. He picked up his phone, threw a few papers into his satchel, walked over to the windows and dialed … feeling a sense of arousal just with the notion of her making a connection.
 ~
 
 RB– The night of the Office party had arrived, and thankfully Alana had been able to duck back to her apartment and change into something a little more festive.  A knockout red cocktail dress with matching heels and sheer stockings.  Gold diamond earrings finished off the dress nicely, and she wore her hair in a loose bun, with the curls that framed her face giving her a much softer look.  Alana checked herself in the mirror before she was to head to the door, and was happy with the effect.  Very festive.  She was practically a present waiting to be unwrapped.  If only by the right person.  Thoughts again returned to Alec, and she felt herself glow at the idea of his presence.  How he made her feel, his touch.  They had seen each other so many times before the encounter, but not in the days that followed.  This made the want for him grow all the more.  Oh yes, the nights she lay upon her cotton doona – imagining that her fingers were in fact his.  His face, his voice had filled her nights, if only it was just her imagination.  Alana hoped that this night might lead to more.  Happy with herself, she grabbed her clutch and headed for the door.
 
 Driving into the underground car park of her office building, the silver Mercedes pulled up in the last row of spaces.  The lights dimmed, and Alana quickly checked her phone.  He hadn’t called back, but maybe that was done on purpose.  She called him.  Usually, it was the other way around.  Would he even come?  Alana undid her seat belt and opened the door of her car, stepping out gracefully, and reaching for her purse.  She slammed the door, which caused an echo in the car park.  The alarm triggered and the flash of yellow lights faded.  Looking about and not seeing anyone else about, she headed for the lift.  Her hair bounced lightly upon her shoulder as she walked with a pronounced strut.  Her red heels clacking on the concrete floor of the car park as she stopped before the lift and tapped the up button.
~
 
 TA – He held onto the phone and just looked at the number, and wondered if he should hit send or just walk over and surprise her. He thought, hell, everything has been spontaneous, I’ll just walk over. He took off his tie and dropped it in his office drawer with the others, loosened up the top button, rolled his sleeves back a flap or two … going for that casual, and hot enough outside he didn’t need his sport coat. He walked over to the bar, and poured himself a scotch, leaned into the cherry wood counter and caught his eyes in the mirror. “Okay, so who am I today?” The lonely bachelor, or the ‘everyman’ that women want. He knew the scotch would help define that and slugged it down. 
 
 He walked over to the window and imagined her readying herself for the Christmas party. The fact she was inviting him indicated she would be bored as hell, and this would be an easy invitation to ask her to get out of there soon after they arrived. He walked out of the office, and pushed the down button on the elevator. Sally said good night and he realized he had ignored her, and turned around and smiled and said, “oh, damn I didn’t even say good night” “you have a wonderful holiday alright, and drive safe, I’ll see you on Monday.” She smiled and nodded that knowing glance that said to him she would always hold onto that night last spring. The doors opened and he got on – leaned against the wall, and as the lift began to descent imagined doing it with Alana in this little square box. Hmm, could work.
 
 He walked into the evening heat, and strolled across the street in sort of a brisk jog seeing a gap in the normally constant traffic, and walked into the glass doors fo the office building. The attendant asked him to sign in, and said ‘office party right?’ He said ‘yes’ and was glad he didn’t have to explain, and realized his demeanor was inviting. He walked across to the elevator and before pushing the button, scanned the directory to see if her name came up in the listing. The print was very small and only listed last names.
 The elevator door opened … 
 
 ~
 RB–  The door to the elevator opened at the foyer, much to Alana’s surprise.  She thought that the lift would go straight up.  Castling her blue eyes up to who it was that had rung for the lift, she was taken in by the man standing there waiting.  It was Alec.  At first, Alana was left speechless to see him there.  He looked incredible.  No, wrong word. He looked fuckable.  Alana chewed her lip as she asked demurely.  “Going up?” Almost like she pretended not to know him.  Well, she didn’t know him as well as she had wanted too.  Alana moved to the left side of the lift, so that he could easily come in and press the button to make the lift close.  Something told her it was going to be a long ride to her floor.  One of her core fantasies was doing it in a lift.  Something about being trapped in a confined space and no way out.  Alana reached for one of the hand rails, and curled her fingers around it. This showed off her perfectly polished nails.  Fire engine red, just like her dress.  
 
 No one else was there to use the lift, so it would just be the two of them riding up.  Once he got in….who knew what would happen.  Needless to say, the security officer in the foyer would be the only privileged to get a special screening of their second encounter.
 
 One of Alana’s pencil straps slid off her shoulder, and she gently moved her hand to draw it back up into place.  Her perfume was scented with rose and lilac.  The fragrance intoxicating as the doors closed.  Sealing them in.
~
 
 TA – Shocked by her presence he was immediately drawn to her red dress, and glanced around for a minute and casually strolled onto the lift and closed the door, winking at the security guard as he disappeared behind the metal. He then turned immediately to her and reached her hand and casually let her let go of the strap, and wrapped his fingertips underneath and slowly slid it down her shoulder letting his fingertip slide along her naked skin. He was intoxicated by her perfume, and immediately took his other hand and began to lower her other strap, not to undress her but simply to have access to her naked shoulders. He knew her delicious bodice would have no issue holding her dress in place. As his lips sought her he watched her fingertips reach the stop button on the lift, and while in motion, she pushed it in, and the car slowly slid to a gradual stop. At that same time, their lips connected and he welcomed the beauty of her passionate kiss driving his tongue inside in a manner that only spoke of his need to show her how much he wanted to continue penetrating her. She reciprocated by putting her hands on his ass and pulling him into her waiting hips, his hands sliding down her arms, while he let his tongue slide out of her mouth, and upon her neck. He wanted to take time on her shoulders, feeling her gasps as he sensed her shoulders coming alive with the soft touch of his teasing lips, her hand now reaching the back of his head and fingertips wrapping in his hair as she pulled his head upon her aching skin. His hands met her hips and he gently moved her body, in a manner that said “I want your ass please’ and turned her around, she letting go of his head and letting her hands wrap around the rails feeling him pressing his erection along the side of her body as he moved her into place. While sliding his tongue along her neck his hands slowly pulled the silky fabric of her dress above her hips, and yes he discovered she was pantiless. Just as he began to slide his hand under her ass, she placed her fingertips around his wrist, to indicate a pause, and spoke …
~
RB– Of course she wasn’t wearing panties.  Her purse was only so big and after their last encounter, Alana wanted to be ready.  She was already heady from the way he entered the lift and took to her.  Tasting the sweetness of her lips, moving his fingers to make the pencil strap fall so he had full access to her naked shoulder.  Oh, she had dreamed of this moment, and it was every bit as good as her imagination had explored.  In the coffee shop, Alana had been bold in what she wanted and how she got it.  A public display and yet kept so discrete.  This was different.  No doubt the security guard was enjoying himself as he watched the events unfolding on his tiny screen.  
In the lift, things were hotting up.  Alec had turned Alana around so that she was gripping the railing now with both hands.  The slight feeling of air was growing, as her dress started to raise when Alec picked at the hem and moved it slyly up her thigh and over her bare ass.  Alana caught her breath, and reached around to take his wrist.  They both paused for what was the longest few seconds till she said.  
“Don’t hold back.  I want you to go as hard and fast as you can.”
Alana gave a little wiggle of her hips, then pressed her backside out invitingly towards him.  She slowly released his wrist, and instead reached up for her hair pin, which she slid out slowly, allowing her dark hair to cascade down in a torrent upon her back.  Alana purred with a throaty richness.  A light trickling was already going down the inside of her inner thigh.  She was aroused beyond measure, and wanted him to seize the day. Alana glanced over her shoulder and he saw the flash of lust in her eyes.
~
TA – This was all he needed as he listened to her words feeling his erection wanting to pop. He didn’t need her hands yet, this was the moment, the zip less fuck that he first experienced when reading Erica Jong’s ‘Fear of Flying‘ when he was a teenager.He reached his fingertips inside of her and spread her lips knowing her readiness, and unbuckled his slacks with his free hand while swallowing her shoulders, lost in her aroma … He slid his slacks down with his free hand and brought his wet fingertips up to his lips and dripped his saliva into the palm of his hand, reached the tip of his cock and an saturated it with the sweet gel of slide to make the entrance easy, grabbed his shaft and slid his dick underneath her ass, with fingertips guiding the head of his cock felt her lips and slowly slid the head inside guided by her gasps, pushed more, suddenly feeling her grip his cock and relishing in her strength. Now inside he placed his hands on the elevator wall, stepped away from her legs just a tad, while she grabbed onto the rails and let her breasts ease into the cold metallic of the wall. The only thing connecting them was the girth of his penis in her tight vagina, and he now slid slowly inside, and retreated, slowly inside and retreated, being careful to not touch any other skin. She reared her head back and her flowing her teased his chest while he continued to play with her anticipation, finally letting his lips fall back onto her shoulders, now beginning a more steady and necessary rhythm, her gasps turning to moans, her ass pushing against him with every thrust. He was going to cum, rather than fuck around with any affection. He now decided he was just going to slam her until he exploded. He wondered about how she was reacting inside at this point.
~
RB–  The cold of the metal wall seared her nipples to the point that they were taut beyond belief.  Her sweet mounds being pressed up hard to the elevator wall with each thrust.  Course, she let him take charge, holding her in such a way, that only his engorged cock was touching her.  It was doing more than touching though – drilling her slowly.  Teasing.  It was like he was torturing her to see how she would respond.  A small cry emitted from her lips, as she clearly wanted more than this.  Her ribbed insides squeezed and locked upon him each time, only to feel him withdraw from her slowly.  It was driving her insane, and she started to push back in a show of eagerness to please and be pleased.  Her own hair was now tickling her naked back, and it wasn’t until she felt the press of his lips on her skin that she let out a moan of aching need.  Alec had changed his rhythm to now being slightly faster.  Alana grit her teeth.  Between her thighs the ache was growing.  She could feel him thicken inside her and in her mind she could picture him behind her – ready to hunch over and hammer her wildly.  Suddenly, Alana wanted to make this last.  Not to have him simply explode in her, but change gears and have him experience her in ways she had only dreamed.  Hardly believing what she was about to do, she pulled forward so he would have left her body.  Turning sharply so that she now faced him, she licked her lips and whispered in a hoarse voice.
“I’m dying to taste you.”  
  
At that moment she sank to her knees before him.  Luckily the bottom of the lift was carpeted.  Alana’s dress had now dropped to expose her breasts and she gazed up at him as she placed her hands behind her back.  Ripe red lips waiting for him to take her by the head.  She wanted to be his gift for Christmas.  At first she nudged his cock with her nose, then let it slide along her cheek.  Her tongue danced around the head teasing.  She knew that he could not resist such an invitation.  To take her head and then guide himself into her waiting mouth.  Her red lips parted as she slowly started to take him in…down to the back of her throat.
~
TA – Where did this woman come from he thought to himself as he put his hands on her the side of her head and just held on. She was doing all the work, he didn’t have to pump, he just let her tongue and lips drive him crazy. The way she took her tongue and ran it along the base of his cock and slowly crawled up to the head was delightful, and then when she with desire spent time sucking on the middle of his shaft, it was like she was designed for his cock alone. No one had ever caught the sensation of his cock in such a delicious manner. As she worked on his cock, he slowly took a couple of steps back so he could lean against the wall instead of falling on top of her as her prowess was causing his legs to turn to rubber. He hit the wall, and just submitted, feeling her lips now sliding him towards orgasm, her hand cupping his balls. He was about to explode, and looked down at her, and noticed her eyes looking for him as her mouth made deliberate slides on his cock. She gave him a nod with a smile, and went to town. As he began to anticipate his explosion he wondered about how she would handle it, I mean ‘Jesus Christ’ he said in a whisper they were in a public elevator. She focused on the head of his cock, knowing it was close, tasting his precum, and now stroked his cock feverishly feeling him grow more restless, his breath giving moan to each stroke of her hands. His hands on her head now he held on for dear life as he began to cum, expecting her to pull her head away but instead she stayed firmly attached – her mouth with phenomenal strength holding onto to every squire of cum releasing into her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and rode him to orgasm, waiting a couple of seconds to be sure, and then audibly swallowing, letting his cock free while she took her tongue and cleaned the shaft of his cock. He leaned back on the wall, and felt her lips begin to kiss his abdomen as she slowly rose lips now kissing his nipples, sliding upon his shoulders until he
 felt her mouth reach his ear. She whispered, “Fuck the party, my car is down a couple of floors.” She let her dress down while he pulled up his slacks, lips pressed together while they readied themselves, and turned and pulled out the stop button …
~
 
 RB–  Alana slyly raised a finger to the corner of her mouth, where there was just the hint of his jizz on her lips.  Skillfully she wiped it off then sucked her finger as she went to pull out the stop button and allow the lift to move once more.  Alana herself had yet to enjoy an orgasm with her newest lover, but that was going to happen.  Just not in the lift.  She still could taste Alec’s come in her mouth and she made a purr like sound at how good it tasted.  The door to the lift suddenly opened at the floor of her office and her boss was standing right there.  He looked shocked by Alana’s appearance, and least to say the man standing in behind her was one he had never seen before.
 
 “Alana…you’re late.”
 
 “No, actually I just came up to wish you a Happy Christmas.  Sorry, something just came up.”  She giggled as she wiggled her fingers at her boss and then pressed the button for the car park.  The doors slid to a close with a very annoyed looking man left to explain Alana’s behavior to the rest of the staff.  That wasn’t exactly the kind of present he had wanted from her.  That….was going to Alec.  Turning around slightly as the lift started to descend back to where she had her car parked, Alana said  “I don’t live far.”  
~/~
 

Heads or Tails – GS.

 

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Scene setting: NYPD Police headquarters.

co-written with Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Sitting in behind his desk, the Commander was smoking a cuban cigar and staring out the office window. He seemed a million miles away, a carefree look on his face. You’d think after the night before, then having to attend to the crime scene of Joey Patone’s murder that he would be still showing some annoyance about the whole affair, but surprisingly he wasn’t. A knock at the door broke his concentration and he took one last puff of his cigar before shouting “ENTER.”

A young constable opened the door, then in behind him was another officer who was holding one of the evidence boxes from Joey’s apartment. “You wanted this brought here, Sir?” The first officer asked, motioning to the second to bring in the box. Not even bothering to get up from his desk, Commander Bracks simply motioned with his right hand for the box to be set down on the right hand side of his desk where there was enough space. The second officer tread into the room and set the box down carefully. Both officers then stood there silently for a moment. News was buzzing around the office about the morning operation, the fact Detective Malone was there when Joey got shot. Rumors were rife, but the Commander was quick to discipline anyone who spoke about it. The Commander then stared angrily at the two men, as though they were loitering. “Haven’t you two clowns got better things to do than to stand there with your mouths open ready to catch flies. DISMISSED!” He roared. Neither men waited for a second time to be berated, hurrying out of the office and closing the door. The Commander leaned over slightly in his chair to see if anyone was trying to look through the office door glass, then when he saw the close was clear, he tore the evidence tape off the box and lifted the lid. Reaching in he took out a handful of photographs that were taken from Joey’s dark room. A smirk appearing on his face as he held one of the more….erotic photos up…..till the phone rang.

The Commander set down the photograph on his desk and reached for his phone, picking it up.

“Bracks.”

“Nice work this morning, Commander. I must say, you earn your commission.” The voice on the other end had a slight accent to it. Italian. “You got done fitting up Malone for Joey’s murder yet?”

The Commander then remembered that Isa was yet to submit her report. “I’m working on it as we speak.” He lied. The man on the other end was no fool. “Uh huh. Well, maybe I didn’t emphasize the importance to get rid of Malone.” The Commander coughed and tried to keep his cool. “I understand, I do. Look, if I have to squeeze a certain forensics officer to fudge the evidence I will.”

The man on the other end of the phone laughed. “You better, or that pretty young wife of yours is going to be a new star in one of my snuff films. Got it?” The phone call ended, with the Commander sitting stony faced in his chair. He had only recently gotten married to a young Thai mail order bride. She was innocent to all of the Commander’s back room deals.

“Shit.” The Commander muttered, slamming down the phone. As soon as Isa had done her report, the Commander was going to have a few words with her.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isa entered the building as she normally would, except her body was shaking like a wet cat. One of the guards asked if she was alright after she was buzzed in, to which she replied she was ‘just dandy’. Not that he cared. He’s never spoken a word to her in all of her time working in the department. Isa’s eyes grazed across the room as she bee-lined for the elevator. The Commander was on the phone and the look on his face was a mix between terror and anger. He slammed the phone down in such a manner that she jumped. The sour smell that perforated the department was now infiltrating her lungs. One push of the button labeled “1” and down she went. The entrance level was actually level 2, as this was a converted building.
She’d hyperventilated the whole ride back, much to Khalil’s demise. He kept asking if she wanted to pull over, thinking that the putrid smell of the decaying body was getting to her. Little did he know…

“Isa,” someone called her name and she nearly died of a heart attack. Her eyes shot toward the sign. It was Ricardo; he would attempt to apologize. Isa read it in his eyes and didn’t have time for this.

“Look, Isa, I…” He began, but she cut him off with a raised palm.

“Ricardo, forg-” She began, but quick realized something. Ricardo still believed in the goodness of the force. He thought if the Commander knew he’d tampered with evidence, that might be the end of the career. She fought the urge to just laugh right there. Poor boy, didn’t know what he was getting into.

“Okay, Ricardo, I promise I won’t let anyone know if you do me a favour?” She countered, acting sincere. His face softened and eyes brightened. He was like a puppy who just happened to be working the evidence locker. Usually she could try to squeeze visits to the locker out of Molly, the normal ‘keeper of the things’, but with her being on Maternity leave that left Ricardo here alone. His eager nod just brightened her whole day.

“I need any files on Frank Malone. Not by him, on him. Also, those of Claura von Goethe. G-o-e-t-h-e. Got it?” She was hoping to get the report that claimed Frank as a suspect and study it. She also knew what other things would be in there. He set on his way to the back through the shelves.

“Sure thing. Hey, I’m sorry about-“ He started again, Isa rolling her eyes.

“Really, Ricardo, just get to it,” She interrupted, but that didn’t stop him. He was intent on apologizing about the earlier debacle.

“No, it’s the files. The ones for…G-goethe?” He said, struggling with the pronunciation like he was staring at a card that said it. Isa’s heart stopped.

“What about them?” Isa uttered passively, but shakily. He snaked back to her with one file in his hand…and it wasn’t her sister’s.

“They’re not here…can’t read the name, so no idea who took ’em out,” He said regretfully, taking in the look on her face. Suddenly it hit him.

“Oh shit, that’s your sister, isn’t it? The one who went missing? I’m so so-“ He began, but Isa ripped the file from his hand and stormed back to the elevator. She couldn’t get downstairs fast enough. Claura’s file had been removed, probably destroyed. They knew closing it wouldn’t have been enough. As the elevator made its final ‘ding’ on the Morgue floor, the doors grumbled open and she near burst out. Khalil was down the hall in the break room and she saw him watch her dash to her office through the large windows. He knew better than to follow, so she spent the next thirty minutes alternating between crying and throwing things across the room. Once her fit had finally receded, she sauntered with her evidence to the lab. The gun was already there, so she set immediately into her ballistics report. This would be the best damn report she’s ever written.
After a total of two hours and three minutes continually firing and searching weapons on the database and comparing the bullet found in the woman and the deceased male, she finally was able to put it to rest. There was no possible way that Frank Malone’s gun shot the bullet that killed that man, no matter her motives. Not that there were any. Everyone seemed generally shocked about the assassination, the woman Isa imagined because she was going into shock.

Sitting back in her tall wheeled chair, Isa’s eyes finally pulled back from the microscope. The proof was solid, the facts complete and the report bulletproof. A burning sensation in her chest, though, told her something terrible was going to happen. She sighed and wheeled over to her computer and searched the database for ‘Frank Malone’. Taking down his number on her yellow, coffee-stained legal pad and printing her report, she almost wheeled away to give her report to the Commander. However, she thought better and saved the report file, including all of the data files and photos, onto a small, clear flash drive. Snatching up the report from the printed, she left the office with more confidence then she’s had in a long, long time, to deliver to the crooked man upstairs what he needed to see…
‘knock knock’

 

Razorbackwriter:   ~Knock knock~

The sound of someone’s knuckles rapping on the office door brought Bracks out of his dazed state. The man was still staring at the phone handle he had just set down. He stared at it as if it were infected. It was not the phone of course, but rather the man on the other end that made the Commander feel physically sick. Truly stuck between a rock and a hard place, the Commander had to find a way to incriminate the Detective and his hopes that the testing and subsequent report by Isa were high. Little did he know that the woman was not going to bring him the smoking gun report. The ballistics tests and follow up report would show inconclusively that the detective was innocent of the crimes that the Commander was trying to fit him up for. The Commander pushed back in his chair which groaned in protest due to the Commander’s bulk. The idea that cops lived on a diet of soda and donuts seemed to be accurate when you took in the Commander’s obese state. When was the last time he ever passed a fitness test? Was he even fit for duty as a member of the NYPD? Probably not. The only reason he still held the position was because he was nothing more than a pawn of power. Those with total control liked to have lackeys like Bracks in charge of what would become a bent operation. Numerous reports, and evidence had gone missing over the past six months. Millions of dollars worth of narcotics and weapons vanishing from the evidence rooms. Many young cadets were often put in charge of these facilities, later to become scapegoat in the Commander’s schemes. If only there was someone brave enough to speak out. Someone with the balls to face up to what was a corrupt force. So long as Commander Bracks was in charge, justice was not even going to shine it’s light upon the city.

Seeing the female outline of Isa through the distressed glass door pane, Bracks barked “Enter”

As the door opened, the Commander rose to standing as though he was going to use his size and height as a way to intimidate the young woman. Staring down at her, he noted she had a file in her hands. No doubt this was the long awaited report. It had taken a few hours, and now it was time to learn of its contents.

“Took you long enough.” The Commander grumbled. There was no smile or real emotion on his face. He wanted to appear cold and detached. It was no secret of his hatred for Detective Malone, the whole office knew. How on earth Frank lasted this long was a miracle. Tapping his toe on the wooden office floor, he then lifted his chin and snorted like a malley bull.

“So….did Detective Frank Malone shoot Joey Patone and Elissa von Pourtales?”

~RB~

 

Chor:  

Isa liked to pretend the possibility of being murdered in her sleep didn’t scare her. The fact that it very much did made it difficult for her not to fear this conversation. Bracks held power, and not just power with the NYPD, but power in much higher, more dangerous places. She’d completely dissolved into her thoughts until hearing Bracks’ loud mouth calling her in. The knob was cold, since no one really used this door except him. He doesn’t get many visitors. The door creaked furiously, as if upset about all the evil it has seen. Isa’s heartbeat quickened at the sight of the commander, but she repeated a single line in her head again and again as she walked over to the chair in front of his desk; facing him. For Claura, for Claura, for Claura. It made her calmer, more ready for his backlash. Obviously this was only half true as she was also doing this for Frank, who didn’t deserve this kind of betrayal. She’d read his file, she knew the good he’d done for the force. It’s a damn shame that the good ones are the ones who get this kind of shit.

Bracks’ spoke and she raised her brows. Has he ever even read a ballistics report, let alone done one? Isa worked so thoroughly that it would take others’ hours upon hours to finish. More proof of unappreciation for Forensics in a whole. Maybe you should do it next time, she thought, then immediately recanted it. That would be about a billion times worse by far. Isa couldn’t even imagine Bracks doing any real police work at all. By the look of him, he didn’t do much of anything except eat and lie. The fact that he was standing was very apparent to her. It was intimidating only because of Isa’s seriously under-nourished size. He was easily two or three times her weight and the way he was standing it was like he knew it. He purposefully made himself bigger, more scary so maybe she’d back down. The question that arose next was the question of the day. She held the paper in her hand out toward him, her other hand fidgeting with some forceps in her coat jacket.

“You will find that Frank Malone absolutely and unequivocally did not shoot Joseph Patone or Elissa von Portuales,” Isa replied, her voice stern and confident despite the situation. The only thing she had definite faith in anymore was Science. Science isn’t biased and cannot lie. You cannot bribe it and it does not fear.  

Razorbackwriter:  The rising red flush on the Commander’s face was like that of a pending volcanic eruption. Purple veins pulsing so close to the skin that they almost were protruding through his sickly pink flesh. Eye sockets drooped slightly to reveal wet watery chasms, from too much drink. Those words of finality in the answer to the question of Detective Frank Malone’s innocence were like a death knell to the Commander. Age lines appeared to grow as he stared down the forensics officer; the words of the man on the phone still going around and around in his head. The words that the Commander wanted to let fly simply went unsaid, as he had to just nod at Isa’s findings. The Commander reached out and snatched the report file from Isa’s hand and then rounded his desk; taking a seat. Again the chair groaned and protested with loud creaks as the Commander settled. He flipped open the file and silently read the report. Bracks didn’t even offer Isa a chair. He simply made her wait. Each turn of a page was preempted by a finger lick so he didn’t miss a thing. But by the last page it was clear that isa didn’t miss a thing either. Her report was solid and factual. Closing the file, Bracks tossed it on his desk haphazardly as though it was yesterday’s paper. There would be no words of appreciation or thanks for the speed in which Isa took to write up the report. The Commander glanced out the office window, deep in thought. Without looking at Isa he simply said….

“Dismissed.”

If Isa left the office without further word, it would only be then that the Commander would watch her go. Once she was well out of ear shot, the Commander picked up the file and tapped the edge to his bottom lip. His eyes narrowed into slits as he pondered, or rather plotted what to do. He needed Frank to be found guilty. He needed to pin a murder on him to appease the men upstairs. But how?

Glancing down at the file in his hands, he simply turned in his chair and dumped the file in the trash bin. Knowing full well that there would be a copy of the file in the forensics, it was going to be one hell of an operation to make it….disappear. Either that…or have something unfortunate happen to Isa.

The Commander eased back in his seat, drumming his fingers together as he mused on what to do. Taking a coin out of his pocket, he turned it over between his fingers before flicking it into the air. The coin spun and spun before coming down to land as the Commander said…“Heads…”

It landed tails side up.

Luck was on Isa’s side.

For now…..

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isa wore a look of complete and utter satisfaction: on the inside. She didn’t let him know how pleased she was with herself, mostly because the more sensible half of her was scared witless. What if he threatened her? Who would even believe her? Much to her surprise, he just read very silently through her report. Almost painfully slow…
He ordered her to exit and by jove she did. No amount of money in the world could have kept Isa in that dingy, pungent office any longer. With a nod of her head, Isa’s feet scrambled from the room and through the maze of desks until she reached the front door. The flash drive with all the information she needed was held tight in her sweating palm and the picture she’d confiscating illegally from the crime scene was burning a hole in her pocket and her character. It was unlike her to be so sneaky, but she’d stepped in a serious shit-pile with this case. If anyone else had been dispatched, the case would probably already be closed with Frank in jail and his cohorts at the bottom of the river.
The air outside caught in her lungs, the smell of cars and hot dogs filling and choking them. Her hands fell to her jacket pockets and the left found a crumpled paper. Pulling it out, her attention drifted down to read it. Frank’s number she’d written from his file. It was only seconds later the phone was ringing. He needed to know just how difficult things were going to be.
Hello?” She whispered, when the ringing ended and a voice broke through the silence.

 

 

Elissa’s place – GS.

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Scene setting: Elissa’s Apartment

co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter: By now, all three would be feeling drained after being up all night, having been shot at, hospitalized and interrogated for being at Joey Patone’s apartment. But it was late in the afternoon, and Tommy had yet to even call in to his office about his whereabouts and the photographs he still had thanks to Frank. Driving Elissa to her apartment, Tommy knew he was going to have to show his face at the office of the New York Times sooner or later. As much as he wanted to see Elissa settle in at home, he knew he would have to keep moving. Frank; who was sitting in the back seat with Elissa had no intention of going into the Police station till he had heard from Isa. Without his service revolver he felt practically naked.

The traffic was building up as many workers would start to head out of the city, and Frank stared out the window at the procession of cars, trucks and taxis. In the back of his mind he was worried about what the Commander was going to do. Everything hinged on Isa’s report that he was not the shooter. Taking out his cell he quickly checked for messages and there were none, not even from his partner; Detective John Moss. Frank wouldn’t be surprised if John asked for a transfer. John had a wife and a life outside of the force, unlike Frank and John’s wife was sick of the long hours John put in babysitting Frank.

Soon, Tommy’s car pulled up outside Elissa’s apartment building but he kept the car running. Turning in his seat, with his arm draped over the passenger seat, he looked guilty about having to leave the pair.

“I’d come up, but I want to go to see my Editor about the pictures. The story has to be told, or at least investigated further. I want to reach my editor before your fat ass Commander does.”

Frank gave a sigh and nodded as he handed over the crumpled envelope that contained the only pictures of the beast that took Rory. The cops had the others thanks to the Commander, and Frank genuinely believed that those photos would never see the light of day. Swallowed by the same means of all the other evidence that seemed to vanish into thin air.

“I’ll take Elissa up.” Frank said, before getting out of Tommy’s car and going around to open Elissa’s door. He offered his hand to her to help her out of the car and onto the pavement.

When the door closed, Tommy indicated and then pulled out onto the street to head to his office, leaving Frank standing there with Elissa. He glanced up at the apartment building and uttered. “Nice place…..”

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa felt like she was about to pass out at this point. She hadn’t slept well even before this whole mess had started, and between two sleepless nights, getting shot at, getting into two separate verbal fights with the damn Commander, and now busting out of the hospital she was utterly and completely beat. She was grateful that she was self-employed, because she didn’t envy anyone that had to go to an office tomorrow. Actually, she was fairly certain she may have blacked out for the entire drive over, because it almost looked like the clock was skipping a few times. As much as she wanted to deny it to herself, Elissa wasn’t in any condition to help the guys.

Once they arrived at the apartments, she’d turn and nod to Tommy at his comments, knowing full well that he probably had more than his share of work to do, even after all this. If the commander decided to head off the news on this, then they would be shut down pretty damn quickly. Smiling feebly to him, she attempted to sign ~Thank you,~ though it was pretty ‘slurred,’ if you want to use that term. Besides, he probably had his own life to live besides baby-sitting her, same went for Frank, regardless of what he said. Sighing softly, she took Frank’s offer of helping her out, still feeling a bit woozy but refusing to let it show any more than it needed to.

And then, just like that, Tommy was gone, the two of them left alone. Strange… she didn’t really feel like she was coming home. Then again, how much time had she actually spent here? Upon hearing Frank’s words, she scoffed lightly and shrugged with her good shoulder, conceding that it probably was. She just never felt really all that at home here. Slowly she began moving her way into the building, using the railing but refusing any offered help, firmly deciding that she needed to handle herself. That said, she wasn’t too proud to use the escalator up to the third floor. Assuming Frank followed her on up, she’d be pretty much dead on her feet the whole time, though just as they exited the elevator he’d hear her hiss as she felt the first hints of the anesthetic wearing off.

Once to room 302, she pulled out her keys and opened the door, gesturing for Frank to follow her, if for no other reason than getting him something to drink. She wouldn’t bother with the door herself, at the moment she only had eyes for the restroom; specifically a bottle of painkillers. Though, before she went there, she stopped herself and gestured to the main room and to him in a way that kind of suggested she was trying to tell him to make himself at home. With that, she was away, leaving him alone for a little bit.

The room was probably higher-quality than the actual furniture and appliances she’d brought into it. The refrigerator and such things that came with it were all quite nice, upper-middle-class things, but she seemed to be a bit of a budget shopper as most of it was nice but far from fancy. All around the room there were various pictures, some of them simple landmarks from everywhere from Paris to Tokyo to Las Vegas, others of people and events in her life, and they varied wildly in size too. Her mother was a bit of a shutterbug and had sent a lot of the pictures to her, though if Frank was paying attention he’d notice that in none of her pictures she had a scarf, even when it was snowing. The most common figures in the pictures were either her parents from when she was young or her husband, a man of Native American heritage, about her height and about the same weight, both of them displaying their bands in the pictures. However, the pictures were all pre-pregnancy; she had no interest in haunting herself like that. Besides that, the only thing of note was a cork board near her desk with various pins and yarn set next to it, suggesting a similar set up to his own at home, just not one that was in use at the moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank trudged along silently behind Elissa. He had to hand it to her. The way she was keeping up appearances after the last two days was remarkable. A lesser man would have crashed out in the car. Following her into the escalator, Frank stood with folded arms as the lift rode up to the third floor, where he got out after her and continued to stay in behind her till she reached her door. He paused for a moment at the door, till she gestured him to follow. “Thank you.” he said simply, entering after her and letting her close the door. For a single girl in this town, she had a pretty spacious apartment. Tastefully decorated and neat. Elissa showed him with the wave of her hand what part was the main room and to more or less make himself at home. The detective offered a light smile, but knew when she headed into her bathroom that she was probably going to be getting some aspirin or painkillers. The drugs from the hospital must be wearing off by now, and the light hissing sound that she made indicated to Frank at least that she was in pain. Slowly, Frank removed his jacket; all the while checking out the array of photographs on the wall. They say that family photos are a way of looking into your past, your family..those you love. Being a detective Frank had a good eye and was able to spot right away that most, if not all these photos were taken before she had her accident. He noted that she didn’t wear a scarf in any of the photo, and time and again there were pictures of her with another man – presumably her husband. Frank walked right up to the wall, that was covered in photos from all over the globe. What a life Elissa must have led.

Elissa, like Frank had tragedy strike them both. Each had a story. They were more alike than one would dare say. Frank suddenly felt very uncomfortable, like he had stumbled across something that was private. Elissa wasn’t a case, and he shouldn’t be trying to deduct from the pictures just what happened to her husband. Frank wiped the underside of his nostrils and shaking his head slightly.

“You should be okay now. I know you don’t need a dead beat cop on your couch.”

Frank was about to head for the door, when suddenly his cell phone went off in his pocket. Fidgeting to get it out, he answered “Detective Malone.”

“Hello?”

It was Isa. Frank stopped dead in his tracks and noted that she was whispering. “Isa…what’s wrong? Where are you?”

~RB~