Friday...? is Friday, finally? O.O
Aug. 31st, 2007 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Not like I really need a Friday right now. *rolls eyes* Just trying to empathize with everyone else. *sigh*
Anyway, more of the last. Maybe another month of this. ^___^
Safe weekend, now; no accidents and no spraying lighter fluid on the hot coals in the grill. The fire department has enough to do. ^.o
She stuck the bendable straw in the shake and handed it to him, nodding her approval when he sighed and began to drink, grumbling under his breath.
"Well... Hm... I'm sure Une will be more than happy to reschedule your vacation," she offered. "Especially after the commendations."
Duo paused in his soto voice muttering and cursing. "Commendations? What commendations? We haven't done anything to warrant commendations since last year."
Sally blinked at him. "The guy you just took down." The "duh!" was clearly implied in her tone.
Duo frowned; he had paused for another cautious perusal of his wired and swollen face. "What about him?" Shit! He was going to be black and blue for weeks!
"Duo! Didn't you recognize him?"
"Recognize him?! He grabbed me from behind, Sally; we weren't formally introduced!"
Sally burst out laughing. "You didn't even know?! Ohmigod! Duo Maxwell, you really are amazing!"
He glared at her, but as usual, it had no effect on the doctor. "Well, thank me for brightening your day," he growled, and took another cautious slurp of the milkshake. It wasn't a regular shake; he could just barely taste all the nutrient junk that made it a "food" rather than an indulgence, but it was pretty close. Close enough for government work....
"Duo! You took down Romero Kaloogian!"
It was Duo's turn to blink. "Huh? You're kidding, right?"
"I am not!" She opened the computer that Heero had left for him, and booted it up. "Sign in," she commanded, and he did so, still not quite believing. She took it back and opened a news site and shoved it back at him. "Read and preen, Maxwell! The Tenacious Trio strike again!"
A mug shot photo of Romero Kaloogian front and center, with three official photos of Heero, Wufei and Duo on the side. The headline read "Preventors Capture Escaped Serial Murderer".
Duo skimmed the text; if his jaw hadn't been wired shut, it would have landed on the floor.
"Holy shit!"
"'Romero Kaloogian, convicted serial murderer and suspect in a new string of recent murders,'" he read slowly. "'Was captured last night by Preventor Agents Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei and Heero Yuy, when he made the near-fatal mistake of trying to make one of the agents his next victim.' ‘Near-fatal'?! You mean they didn't kill him?" he demanded.
"You know the rules, Duo. Only as much force as needed to bring the subject under control," Sally smirked. "But he did need a lot of force, it seems."
"That guy is crazy! Of course it takes a lot to bring him down! He put three cops in the hospital last time," he huffed. "Hey. Why am I not in worse shape?" he demanded crossly. "Didn't I pass out? I remember him hitting me, and I think I hit him back..."
"Oh, you did," she grinned. "Heero said you were pounding the crap out of him when they reached you, but then you started to fade out and he got in some pretty good shots at you. The prick went for your gun and they had to jump on him. Wufei says he'll buy you a new weapon."
Duo stared at her suspiciously. "What's wrong with my gun?" He'd had that automatic since the war; he liked it, it was a comforting old friend.
Sally did a good job of keeping her face blank for all of five seconds, before starting to giggle. "Kaloogian was threatening to kill you with it, so Heero had to take it away from him. Wufei said Heero was pretty angry at the moment. So was Kaloogian. He expressed his displeasure by kicking Wufei in the groin and trying to shoot him, since Heero was blocking his shot at you. Heero took the gun away and pistol-whipped Kaloogian with it, all the while snarling in Japanese. Your gun... well, it got a little bit... bent. Wufei is quite grateful," she smirked. "Since he was in no shape to take his own revenge. So am I, by the way. He's on a week's medical leave and totally at my mercy at home."
Duo stared at her. "Let me get this straight... You're grateful that your husband, as a substitute for *me*, got kicked in the balls by a psychotic serial killer? You're a hard woman, Sally."
She smacked his hand lightly. "Smartass! Wufei and I are happy the psychotic killer wasn't able to do any worse. Besides, I've been trying to get him to take some time off for months now."
Duo lay back down, staring at the ceiling. "This is just... surreal. We've been looking for that stupid fuck for weeks, and he just happens to grab me? Geez, what are the odds of that happening?"
"Several million to one, I suppose? I was never that strong in statistical probabilities," she sighed. "But you do kind of fit his victim profile; long hair, slender build. And he did take a couple of his victims right from under the noses of other people."
He thought about it for a while; Sally waited silently. "So... a kick in the balls and a broken jaw is all it cost to get him... And my gun, of course. After how many murders this time? Nine? Or was it up to thirteen?"
"Fifteen, altogether. They found his squat early this morning."
"Geez!" Fifteen murders. This time. All because the law wouldn't put him down like the rabid animal he was, in the first place... Justice, my ass; Shinigami believed in revenge. Damn. Too bad he couldn't break that fucker's jaw. Wait a minute... "What did you mean, Heero pistol-whipped him? Heero's Mr Rule Book; he wouldn't rough up a suspect unnecessarily."
"I said the guy needed quite a bit of force; do try to pay attention, Duo. If Heero hadn't been there, you and Wufei would probably be dead. Mr Rule Book went into Maximum Zero Overdrive to protect you and my hubby. I've already told Une that if she gets on Heero's case about it, Wufei and I will personally make the rest of her life a living hell." She patted Duo's hand and leaned in close. "You're the second person to know, from me, at least; I'm pregnant."
"You-! But-! Whoa!" Again, his jaw would have been in his lap if it hadn't been wired up. "No shit! Well, no wonder you want to keep him around." He blinked, trying to picture Chang Wufei as 'daddy'. Nope; not even his imagination could stretch that far right now. "Oh, hell no!" he snorted. "That's it; Chang is wrapped in cotton batting from now until that kid graduates college. Does Heero know?"
Sally smirked at him. "Not sure. Wufei may have been moved to share that with Heero. He did suggest asking the two of you to be guardians."
"Really...? And you...?"
She poked him in the shoulder affectionately. "And who would be better guardians than the Pitbull and the Psycho? No worries for the kid's safety with you two around."
Well, damn. And the wiring wouldn't let him grin like an idiot. On principle, he probably should object to the label of “psycho” for Heero; the guy wasn't psycho, he was just... dedicated.
Sally glanced at her watch. "In fact, the Pitbull should be back in a couple of hours or so; just in time for lunch."
He blinked. Wha...? Wait a damn minute...
"Sally!"
"Gotcha!" she laughed. "Now, what flavor would you like for lunch?"
"Pureed cheeseburger?"
"I'll check with the dietician. In the meantime, how about if you lie back and rest for a bit. Heero's under the misapprehension that you're napping right now; we don't want to disillusion him, now do we?"
There was an argument in there somewhere, but frankly, he didn't feel like chasing it down right now.
Romero Kaloogian, huh? Wow. Fucking double-wow, even. It was probably bad for him to be wishing that the sick fuck would decide to hang himself in his cell, but it was the absolute truth. If he'd known during the attack who had grabbed him, he might have just put a bullet into him and damn the IA. Fifteen, Sally had said. Add that to the twelve from his first spree... Shit. Just... shit.
Anyway, more of the last. Maybe another month of this. ^___^
Safe weekend, now; no accidents and no spraying lighter fluid on the hot coals in the grill. The fire department has enough to do. ^.o
She stuck the bendable straw in the shake and handed it to him, nodding her approval when he sighed and began to drink, grumbling under his breath.
"Well... Hm... I'm sure Une will be more than happy to reschedule your vacation," she offered. "Especially after the commendations."
Duo paused in his soto voice muttering and cursing. "Commendations? What commendations? We haven't done anything to warrant commendations since last year."
Sally blinked at him. "The guy you just took down." The "duh!" was clearly implied in her tone.
Duo frowned; he had paused for another cautious perusal of his wired and swollen face. "What about him?" Shit! He was going to be black and blue for weeks!
"Duo! Didn't you recognize him?"
"Recognize him?! He grabbed me from behind, Sally; we weren't formally introduced!"
Sally burst out laughing. "You didn't even know?! Ohmigod! Duo Maxwell, you really are amazing!"
He glared at her, but as usual, it had no effect on the doctor. "Well, thank me for brightening your day," he growled, and took another cautious slurp of the milkshake. It wasn't a regular shake; he could just barely taste all the nutrient junk that made it a "food" rather than an indulgence, but it was pretty close. Close enough for government work....
"Duo! You took down Romero Kaloogian!"
It was Duo's turn to blink. "Huh? You're kidding, right?"
"I am not!" She opened the computer that Heero had left for him, and booted it up. "Sign in," she commanded, and he did so, still not quite believing. She took it back and opened a news site and shoved it back at him. "Read and preen, Maxwell! The Tenacious Trio strike again!"
A mug shot photo of Romero Kaloogian front and center, with three official photos of Heero, Wufei and Duo on the side. The headline read "Preventors Capture Escaped Serial Murderer".
Duo skimmed the text; if his jaw hadn't been wired shut, it would have landed on the floor.
"Holy shit!"
"'Romero Kaloogian, convicted serial murderer and suspect in a new string of recent murders,'" he read slowly. "'Was captured last night by Preventor Agents Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei and Heero Yuy, when he made the near-fatal mistake of trying to make one of the agents his next victim.' ‘Near-fatal'?! You mean they didn't kill him?" he demanded.
"You know the rules, Duo. Only as much force as needed to bring the subject under control," Sally smirked. "But he did need a lot of force, it seems."
"That guy is crazy! Of course it takes a lot to bring him down! He put three cops in the hospital last time," he huffed. "Hey. Why am I not in worse shape?" he demanded crossly. "Didn't I pass out? I remember him hitting me, and I think I hit him back..."
"Oh, you did," she grinned. "Heero said you were pounding the crap out of him when they reached you, but then you started to fade out and he got in some pretty good shots at you. The prick went for your gun and they had to jump on him. Wufei says he'll buy you a new weapon."
Duo stared at her suspiciously. "What's wrong with my gun?" He'd had that automatic since the war; he liked it, it was a comforting old friend.
Sally did a good job of keeping her face blank for all of five seconds, before starting to giggle. "Kaloogian was threatening to kill you with it, so Heero had to take it away from him. Wufei said Heero was pretty angry at the moment. So was Kaloogian. He expressed his displeasure by kicking Wufei in the groin and trying to shoot him, since Heero was blocking his shot at you. Heero took the gun away and pistol-whipped Kaloogian with it, all the while snarling in Japanese. Your gun... well, it got a little bit... bent. Wufei is quite grateful," she smirked. "Since he was in no shape to take his own revenge. So am I, by the way. He's on a week's medical leave and totally at my mercy at home."
Duo stared at her. "Let me get this straight... You're grateful that your husband, as a substitute for *me*, got kicked in the balls by a psychotic serial killer? You're a hard woman, Sally."
She smacked his hand lightly. "Smartass! Wufei and I are happy the psychotic killer wasn't able to do any worse. Besides, I've been trying to get him to take some time off for months now."
Duo lay back down, staring at the ceiling. "This is just... surreal. We've been looking for that stupid fuck for weeks, and he just happens to grab me? Geez, what are the odds of that happening?"
"Several million to one, I suppose? I was never that strong in statistical probabilities," she sighed. "But you do kind of fit his victim profile; long hair, slender build. And he did take a couple of his victims right from under the noses of other people."
He thought about it for a while; Sally waited silently. "So... a kick in the balls and a broken jaw is all it cost to get him... And my gun, of course. After how many murders this time? Nine? Or was it up to thirteen?"
"Fifteen, altogether. They found his squat early this morning."
"Geez!" Fifteen murders. This time. All because the law wouldn't put him down like the rabid animal he was, in the first place... Justice, my ass; Shinigami believed in revenge. Damn. Too bad he couldn't break that fucker's jaw. Wait a minute... "What did you mean, Heero pistol-whipped him? Heero's Mr Rule Book; he wouldn't rough up a suspect unnecessarily."
"I said the guy needed quite a bit of force; do try to pay attention, Duo. If Heero hadn't been there, you and Wufei would probably be dead. Mr Rule Book went into Maximum Zero Overdrive to protect you and my hubby. I've already told Une that if she gets on Heero's case about it, Wufei and I will personally make the rest of her life a living hell." She patted Duo's hand and leaned in close. "You're the second person to know, from me, at least; I'm pregnant."
"You-! But-! Whoa!" Again, his jaw would have been in his lap if it hadn't been wired up. "No shit! Well, no wonder you want to keep him around." He blinked, trying to picture Chang Wufei as 'daddy'. Nope; not even his imagination could stretch that far right now. "Oh, hell no!" he snorted. "That's it; Chang is wrapped in cotton batting from now until that kid graduates college. Does Heero know?"
Sally smirked at him. "Not sure. Wufei may have been moved to share that with Heero. He did suggest asking the two of you to be guardians."
"Really...? And you...?"
She poked him in the shoulder affectionately. "And who would be better guardians than the Pitbull and the Psycho? No worries for the kid's safety with you two around."
Well, damn. And the wiring wouldn't let him grin like an idiot. On principle, he probably should object to the label of “psycho” for Heero; the guy wasn't psycho, he was just... dedicated.
Sally glanced at her watch. "In fact, the Pitbull should be back in a couple of hours or so; just in time for lunch."
He blinked. Wha...? Wait a damn minute...
"Sally!"
"Gotcha!" she laughed. "Now, what flavor would you like for lunch?"
"Pureed cheeseburger?"
"I'll check with the dietician. In the meantime, how about if you lie back and rest for a bit. Heero's under the misapprehension that you're napping right now; we don't want to disillusion him, now do we?"
There was an argument in there somewhere, but frankly, he didn't feel like chasing it down right now.
Romero Kaloogian, huh? Wow. Fucking double-wow, even. It was probably bad for him to be wishing that the sick fuck would decide to hang himself in his cell, but it was the absolute truth. If he'd known during the attack who had grabbed him, he might have just put a bullet into him and damn the IA. Fifteen, Sally had said. Add that to the twelve from his first spree... Shit. Just... shit.
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Date: 2007-08-31 11:28 pm (UTC)*camps out in your lj for more*
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Date: 2007-09-01 01:36 am (UTC)Oh yeah, the rest is just wonderful too. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:29 am (UTC)Is it hot where you are? O.O It's *hot* here!
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:33 am (UTC)I'm not sure if I'm channeling Sally or if she's channeling me in this one... I guess that makes her a sorta marysue? O.o She just came out... gleeful.
Flip a coin? I'm sure they're both pretty miserable right now. ^___^
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:35 am (UTC)I'll be quoting you to anyone who says this is boring... ^.o
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:38 am (UTC)Hint: Heero is sitting in on an interrogation. ^.o
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Date: 2007-09-01 11:04 am (UTC)I loved this fic, and its previous installments. It's always fun when the fic that was the "hey what's this? where's the next part of x?" turns into the "x" that I'm looking forward to.
As soon as I read the line with Duo thinking that he should speak up about Sally calling Heero a Psycho, I could totally see the punch line coming, and it just made me giggle with glee when she turned it around on him. So sweet.
I'd love to know if serial killer guy knew who he was grabbing or not - the newspaper labeled it a near fatal mistake, but did he know he was making it or not? I can wait if it comes out in a future part, but if not... spill, please? Either way, we get to stand back and point at the guy and go neener neener.
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Date: 2007-09-01 02:18 pm (UTC)Hm... Serial killer idiot really did make a huge mistake. ^__^ It's the hair; they're blinded by the hair... *giggle* ^____^
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Date: 2007-09-01 04:29 pm (UTC)Oh, OUCH!!!
I have a scar on my wrist from a hot Levis rivet, fresh out of the dryer. eeeewwww.... That almost makes me want to cross my legs. O.o
Hey, at least we know what to do to the next obnoxious male who annoys us. ^______^ *hehhehheh*
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