babs
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Post by babs on Feb 25, 2009 21:01:49 GMT -5
Read and reviewed on FFN =)
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Post by jaglady on Feb 25, 2009 21:10:44 GMT -5
Thanks, Babs. Comes from hanging around all those pervy old ladies.... *coughLadyTazcough*
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ladytaz29
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Post by ladytaz29 on Feb 25, 2009 21:28:45 GMT -5
Hey...I resemble that remark!!
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Post by ladytaz29 on Mar 1, 2009 17:13:27 GMT -5
AHEM!!!! Inserst tapping foot smilie here....
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Post by jaglady on Mar 1, 2009 19:13:15 GMT -5
Because LadyTaz asked....
It’s All About Power
Be sure you know who you're enlisting to do your dirty work. Especially when the mark involves Horatio.
Miami-Dade computer techs Emmie Stockburne and Tyler Jansen were scanning in the latest batch of lab slips from Trace when both of them noticed IAB sergeant Rick Stetler stride past them down the hallway, chest out, head up, looking more self-important than normal. He was sure to glance at them just before disappearing on the elevator.
“I wonder what’s up with him. He’s been acting that way all week” Tyler noted.
Emmie shrugged. “I’m not sure. At least he’s been ignoring ME.”
One minute later her phone chirped. She noted the caller ID and groaned. “I spoke too soon.” She hit the answer button and put on her headset. “Computer lab, Emmie Stockburne. Hey Sir. When? Shouldn’t be a problem. Give me five minutes.”
“What’s he want?” Tyler said, looking dryly at Emmie.
“Rick’s big video conference with Tallahassee is coming up in half an hour, and he wants me to make sure everything on his computer is perfect, whatever that means.”
“You’re sure he won’t wreck it between now and then?” Tyler said with a grin.
“Please. I couldn’t get that lucky.” Emmie removed her headset and stood up. “Let me see what’s going on.”
Rick was thumbing through a file when Emmie tapped on his door. He looked up with a lofty smile. “Miss Stockburne. Just the person I wanted to see. Come on in. Close the door behind you. This is confidential stuff, but I know I can trust you.”
She raised her eyebrows. Any sweet talk on Rick’s part made her suspicious. Combined with how self-important he had been acting all week, there was no doubt that he was up to something again.
“I have my big teleconference coming up in half an hour, and I need you to make sure my computer works right.” He lowered his voice and gave her that look. “And uh, I’ll make it worth your while.”
That sent up even more red flags. “What exactly do you mean by ‘make it worth my while,’ Sir?”
Rick smiled and straightened his red-checkered tie. “When I make Lieutenant.”
“Okay. And what about Lieutenant Caine, Sir?”
Rick sniffed with contempt. “That’s what my video conference is about. His days are numbered here, and this time, it’s gonna stick. I'm holding the evidence right here that will take Horatio down. That's why this conference is so important.” He leaned toward her and lowered his voice. “And I’m next in line for Lieutenant. Come on, Emmie, don’t you feel stifled in that computer lab?”
Emmie breathed deeply as she felt her blood pressure rising. “And this involves me how, Sir?”
Rick smiled at her again. “Help me make a good impression. C’mon Emmie. Everybody knows you’re the expert here. And pretty soon I’ll make Lieutenant. Then Captain. Then Commissioner. Then who knows? I’m gonna need somebody with me. All those political ties of yours? We can't lose.”
A light bulb went on in her head. So you want to play, huh?
Emmie immediately turned to him, tilted her head down, and looked up at him with those demure eyes. “You really mean that, Sir?”
Rick narrowed his eyes and smiled again. “I know you think you were meant for something better. Help me, Emmie, and we'll do this thing together.”
Emmie gave him a “Play with me” smile. “So that means, uh, formal functions?”
Rick was taking the bait. “Lots of them.”
Emmie leaned back on his desk and fingered her collarbone rather seductively. “And you’ll be my official escort?”
“Your own corner office. A VIP limo. Press conferences. A big fat travel budget. And maybe even you and me...”
“Give me five minutes alone in your office, Sir.”
“Remember, Emmie. You were meant for something better.” He grinned at her as he walked out the door. As soon as he was gone, Emmie wrinkled her nose. “I feel dirty” she muttered as she sat at his computer.
Rick stepped back into his office holding an official investigation packet. Emmie stood up, just cleaning her hands. She tilted her head and gave him those eyes again. “You timed that just perfectly. Now let me show you exactly what I did so you can be all ready” she purred.
Rick sidled up to her with a sly smile. “Just remember. It’s all gonna start here for you and me.”
Emmie maintained her professionalism as she pointed to two dots on Rick’s keyboard. “Hold this one down and press this one just a second later. I color-coded them. Red first and white second. So just remember, Rick. Hold down the red one first. You know, think red, like that cute red tie you always wear just for me?”
Rick flashed her that smile. “Hold down red, then press white. Got it.”
Emmie couldn’t resist. She bit her lip demurely and looked up into his eyes. “So uh, Rick, you promise me? The day you make Lieutenant is the day I get out of this computer lab hellhole? Lots of formal functions? The Society Pages? And then, who knows?”
“You and I were meant for something better, Emmie. Trust me.”
“Okay. I won’t forget this, Rick” she said in a singsong voice as she sashayed out. “Or should I say, Lieutenant Stetler?”
Rick’s breath was starting to quicken. Political power was like a mating call to Rick Stetler, and Emmie figured she’d better quit while she was ahead.
“So, did you fix his computer?” Tyler wanted to know.
Emmie settled back into her chair. “I sure did. And I don’t think he’ll forget this, either.”
Two hours later the phone chirped in the computer lab. Emmie clicked on her headset. “Computer lab, Emmie Stockburne.” She immediately pulled her headset off her ear because of the deafening string of profanity. “I’ll be right up, Sir.” She hung up and held up her fist triumphantly. "YES!"
Emmie came up to the management offices to find a red-faced, furious IAB agent and a silent computer. “Hi Rick. How was that meeting?” she said, feigning excitement.
His eyes widened with rage as he pointed to the lifeless console. “What happened? I did what you told me to! I held down the red and pushed the white, and MY COMPUTER WENT DEAD! I MISSED MY CONFERENCE!”
She put a finger up to her mouth. “Wait, maybe it was hold down the white and push the red. Or maybe I should’ve used blue. I always use blue for, uh, Lieutenant Caine.”
Rick’s breath deepened as his eyes flamed. “Fix it, Miss Stockburne! NOW!”
Emmie shrugged as she silently walked over, clicked the keyboard, and stood back as Rick’s computer came back to life, video camera and all. Rick glared at her.
She couldn’t resist. She dipped her head and pouted her lip. “So Rick, that means, uh, no Lieutenant Stetler? No formal functions? No moving out of that computer hellhole?”
“Get out of here!” he roared. "And you can expect a full investigation of your job performance."
She immediately resumed her normal stance. “Yes Sir. See you later. HAVE A NICE DAY!”
“What happened this time?” Tyler asked.
“Basically, as soon as he did what I told him to, he, uh, cut off his power.”
Tyler laughed. “That conference started, what, two hours ago?”
“I know Rick. He’ll stare at a dead computer for two hours before he’ll admit he did anything wrong.” Emmie then smiled to herself. “But he almost had me there.”
“How’s that?”
“He actually did what I told him to without screwing it up.” She sighed, smiling. “God, I love my work!”
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ladytaz29
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Post by ladytaz29 on Mar 1, 2009 22:17:33 GMT -5
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babs
Academy Graduate
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Post by babs on Mar 3, 2009 19:24:03 GMT -5
*dies laughing*
That one's also up there on my faves list! I think I ended up showing my brother it!
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Post by jaglady on Mar 3, 2009 19:34:24 GMT -5
Thanks, Babs. Incidentally, my supply of ready computer one-shots is running low. If anybody has a challenge that I can work into a "pick-on-Rick" one-shot, I'd be eternally grateful, and you will most certainly get credit. I only ask that you give me a couple of days to write it. I want my finished product to be right. ;D
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babs
Academy Graduate
Creator of the CSI: Miami Manwhores Club =)
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Post by babs on Mar 3, 2009 21:04:50 GMT -5
Ooh, I'll try to think of something! I'll ask my old computers teacher!
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