Henry/Vicki Undercover

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

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

"What would you suggest? A Parka and boots?"

"How about something that actually covers more flesh than it displays."
As vicki opened her mouth to respond, Henry beat her to it. "You're just jealous because she chose me instead of you to come with her."

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

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

"Why you're not."

Henry growled.

Vicki, with a heavy mental sigh, steped between the two warring factions of her life, "Seriously, when will you two grow up! Do I have to expose myself to the both of you for you to just stop fighting for once."

Standing between the two, she waited for any sign of comprehension. Excuse me! That deserves SOME sort of response, she thought as she threw up her hands.

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

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

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

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

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

"Henry! Mike! Will. You. Both. Stop!"

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

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

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

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

"I am NOT showing you two my breasts." In an attempt to emphasis the point, Vicki crossed her arms over them.

The action only pushing her breasts further over the corset’s top. This point riveted both Mike and Henry riveted on Vicki. Each minor muscle twitch was analyzed rapidly in hopes of more flesh becoming exposed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Through gritted teeth Vicki addressed the man that had just walked up behind Mike, "Dave, do you have a reason for being here?"

Still staring Dave just barely manages to point at Mike. His eyes were fixed on one place and his mind was quickly catching up.

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

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

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

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

Dave's eyes got bigger as he tried to slowly move to stand beside Mike, a much better vantage point then behind him.

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

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

"Why not?" Is his only reply

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

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

Coreen pops up from the seat she'd taken, "you shot mike?" Taking Vicki rolling her eyes as a 'yes' Coreen looks at Mike, "She'd shot you before and you still gave Henry to Mendoza." Coreen’s eyes travel from head to toe of Mike, taking him in for the first time. Then she turned to Henry. "No wonder you get territorial whenever he's around Vicki. He does have quite a set on him."

Growling once again, Henry’s eyes turn black. But, just as quickly as he starts, Henry stops and a hand lands on his shoulder. Still unable to get past the idea of Vicki sharing her breast with anyone else, Henry almost welcomes the other presence. Jealousy can work both ways, he thinks.

Throwing her hands up in the air and once again holding her head in her hands, Vicki groaned. Finally calmed down enough to not mindlessly attack the new comer, Vicki looks up. With a deadly calm voice she says, "You can get the hell out Sinead. If you can't find the door I'll be more than happy to kick you in the right direction."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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