once upon a yesterday

~*I shouldn’t have started another story. It was a stupid idea, but… I felt like I had to! I know… Well, let me brief you on my character line-up and give you a short summary. You don’t have to read it, but… you might want to.*~

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Wesley Bennett is a policeman in training (also known as an auxiliary officer). He is 17 and lives with his Grandma Sue, his father’s mom. She’s an ‘out of the ordinary’ older lady who owns a comic book store in… a big city in Nevada *g* Wesley’s parents are dead and he has nobody else willing or worthy to raise children, to finish his upbringing. Wesley is a handsome and very loving young man, but he doesn’t date for many different reasons. You’ll have to read to get further details on that.

Blake Silverdale is a police officer that grew up behind Grandma Sue’s comic book counter. When he was a kid, he stayed abandoned on the Vegas strip while his parents fed their insatiable urges to gamble. After meeting Grandma Sue, they clicked immediately and tried to spend as much time together as was possible. In turn, Blake grew up idolizing Grandma Sue’s son, Paul, the local police hero and envying her grandson, Wesley, who was eight years his junior and seemed completely devoid of faults. Blake grew out of his jealousy, but he and Wesley still have their tiffs and scuffles.

Violet is a pretty, yet dense young woman who is supposed to marry Blake… if she doesn’t forget which chapel or what date they have set.

Anna Beth is an older woman and a secretary at the precinct. She and Wesley have a relationship that defies all laws of logic and it works for them.

Sergeant McGinnis is a large man with a large presence. His first name does seem to be Serge, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t. He has just finalized his divorce with a bitter woman who was after whatever money he had. Now, she is trying to use the children as leverage, which has him in a constantly piss poor mood. No matter… Those bitches always get what’s coming for them.

The Butler Family-

Lorelei and Roxy Butler are sisters who live out in New York and have no real impact on this story. They will be secondary characters, but they are interesting girls and a part of a family that has everything to do with this story. They are talented and beautiful with their many faults that rubbed off onto their younger sister Amanda.

Amanda is the youngest of the Butler sisters. She’s beautiful and knows it. She uses her body to manipulate men and her seeming innocence to manipulate her father and stepbrother. She’s not an evil person, but she isn’t really loveable either. Anyway, her safety is being threatenn thn this story and I’m going to enjoy writing about it.

Mr. Butler is a rich and kind older man. He adopted his stepson, Jesse, because the kid’s mom (his wife) left them both out of the blue and he felt that they needed each other. Mr. Butler sees all of his children’s talents and none of their faults, which is good for him seeing as how he has such a weak heart.

Jesse Lawrence-Butler is almost 18 and he’s yearning for freedom. No, not really. Look… the kid has his reasons for acting like an asshole and if you don’t like it, tough. Hehe. Well, the tough guy act can’t hang around forever, right? It slips at least once a week, at church, and once it clears out, maybe we will find out str strange and interesting secrets about young Jesse. Until then, the only ‘person’ who will see his softer side is God and maybe Amanda.

Joseph is the pool boy. *quirks brow and smirks devilishly* I don’t know why, but I feel that this story needs one.

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I may add characters to this as I go along, but for right now this is good enough. As for the summary, it goes like this…

Amanda Butler, this year’s runner up for Miss Nevada and all around ‘bad girl’, is being threatened by an unknown entity. The cavalry is called in, which consists of an auxiliary officer, Wesley, who is pretending to be her boyfriend with no prior knowledge of how to be a boyfriend and a twenty-something year old cop, Blake, who is just trying to work his way up in the bureau without getting killed. Now, if Amanda’s family and friends don’t get in the way, maybe these two can protect her. Of course, it would help if Amanda were cooperative, as well.

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~*This is the first chapter in my newest story and I hope you guys enjoy. If you haven't read any of my writing, you don't know that humor and smartass comments are what I deal in. So, if you don't get a chuckle out of anything I write... I'm pretty damn sorry and I'll start with the self flagellation as soon as my schedule opens up a little. On another note, the first few chapters are setting up the story, not the relationship. Also, the relationship will not be between the first characters you are drawn to. Sorry, they aren't meant to be. Hehe... Read, enjoy, and please review.*~

::once upon a yesterday- a day in the life::

Wesley was the youngest auxiliary officer on the force, barely seventeen and just starting to shave every morning. He would check in at the station every evening after school to see how his last case was panning out in court and then make his way down to the “Sergeant Sir’s” office to flirt with Anna Beth, the precinct secretary.

Wesley had a head full of dirty blonde hair that he slicked, wore in a faux-hawk, and spiked on different occasions to suit his mood. He liked to dye it different colors, but his grandmother wasn’t a fan of preservatives, so he was stuck using kool-aid and walking around looking like an attractive clown. He wore khaki shorts and a white ‘America’s Most Wanted’ tee shirt with a pair of well loved Birkenstocks and a black visor that said ‘I’d Hit It’.

“Hello, beautiful. Gimme a kiss.” Wesley practically skipped into the room and leaned down to kiss the woman behind the small oak desk.

“Why do you waste your time on me, child. I’m little younger than your grandma.” The silver haired woman’s laugh sounded like the tinkling of bells. “I could give you tips in rummy or poker, but I certainly can’t give you the attention you deserve.”

Wesley bent over and leaned on the desk, looked up at the clock and grinned infectiously. “Grandma Sue just turned fifty four last May, but don’t tell anybody. She’s still trying to trick the tourists into believing I’m her son.” Wes rolled his eyes and turned his head to the side, waiting for the inevitable pop and crack.

“You should be out dating pretty little female types, instead of hanging around this place. You’re going to lose all of your idealism and become one of those pissy teenagers who dress in black and make suicide pacts alongside ugly girls with no sense.”

“Wesley!” The feminine shriek was almost an everyday occurrence, but it still hung in the air like a livid bumblebee waiting to attack.

“Speak of the devil!” Anna Beth grunted, as she looked back down at her papers and huffed.

The squeal had tore through Wes’ body and clawed at his very soul. There was not a day within the last three years he hadn’t been haunted by the very presence of this single woman. “Violet?” The boy turned and feigned a smile, as the simpering young woman straightened the hem of her short skirt and immediately threw herself at him. “How are you?” The boy let out a breath and squeezed the woman to his chest.

The bubbly red head sighed and shook her curls, vivaciously. “Fabulous, just fabulous!” Violet leaned back and looked into Wesley’s wide green eyes. “Blake and I ought to be getting married next March, if everything goes according to plan. Isn’t it brilliant?”

Wesley smirked and nodded. “Simply brilliant.” He didn’t want to tell the young woman how he really felt about her marrying Blake Silverdale. The man had been the bane of his short existence, starting with the short time Blake babysat as as a child and continuing on through the time they spent together working for the police station. “Where is Blake?”

Violet shrugged and looked down at her shiny manicured nails. “He’s probably helping to prosecute a bad guy or something.”

It didn’t matter how old the girl was or how long she had been involved with Blake and the Police Station, she still called criminals ‘the bad guys’. “Really? I was going to ask him how it as going on the ‘gamboling case’.” Wes saw the look that Anna Beth threw him and sighed. Anna Beth hated how involved he was in the few cases he was allowed to work.

Violet pulled a face and sighed, as well. “Wes, sometimes I don’t know where your head is. Gambling isn’t illegal.” She smirked and pushed the boy’s shoulder, playfully. “We live in Nevada, duh.”

Wesley tried not to smirk, but it was almost hopeless. “Gambol not gamble… it’s spelled with an ‘o’. Gambol means to jump or leap.” The boy ran his fingers across the brim of his visor, straightened it, and grinned. “The guy who tried to pick me up last month had a limp. He… gamboled when he walked.”

Violet grinned. “A guy tried to pick you up? Prostitution isn’t illegal, Wesley. What did you get him on?”

Wes shrugged and shook his head. “Intent to procure a minor for immoral and unlawful deeds.”

Violet took a seat and shook her head. “How did that fly? You are barely a minor, Wes.”

Wesley nodded. “That’s true, but Mr. Martinez thought that I was fifteen years old, just like my profile online said. He had introduced himself as a sixteen-year-old female and said he wanted to meet outside of Lazy Charlie’s Bar and Grille.”

“What would you have done if it had ended up being a sixteen year old girl?” Violet asked with a certain amount of laughter in her eyes.

“He would have had a date to hold.” Anna Beth inserted, with a chuckle.

Wesley shook his head. “I would have let her down gently, telling her that I only have space in my life for one crazy female.” Wesley batted his eyes at Anna Beth and hurriedly dodged the mini-stapler that was so accurately thrown at his head.

“Who started the party without inviting me?” Sgt. McGinnis walked into the room and growled his hellos. He bent down to pick up the stapler, which had landed in the doorway, and deposited it on his secretary’s desk. Anyone who saw Sgt. McGinnis would first realize what an unusually tall man he was. Standing at 6’ 5” he struck quite an imposing figure. He had a broad build and a mustache that looked like it was devouring his top lip. He growled instead of talking and grunted instead of laughing.

Wesley thought that he was wonderful. “Good afternoon, Sgt. Sir. How’s it?”

The sergeant took a seat and pushed his big black boots underneath his desk, until they shoved the garbage can past the underlying edge of the desk. He looked at the boy and mentally assessed him, as he did every afternoon. “When was the last time I had you take a drug test?”

Anna Beth grabbed the garbage can and pushed it behind her chair, before handing the sergeant some paper work. “I need you to sign the top paper and initial the backside. Also, Silverdale is coming in to discuss…” Anna Beth looked up at Wesley and frowned. “…things.”

The sergeant grunted and shook his head. “What sort of things? Things that will give me an ulcer?” Sgt. McGinnis grabbed the back of his neck and winced. He had been going through some horrible aches and pains since his ex-wife had started in on him about their kids.

Violet shook her head and sighed. “You should really think about getting someone to look at that for you.” The young woman walked around the desk and gripped Sgt. McGinnis’ neck for him. She massaged the tense muscles and sighed. “I do this for Blake when he gets stressed.”

The sergeant frowned and flinched as the young woman dug her nails into his neck. “Thank you, Violet, but maybe you should save it for Blake. I’ll be fine.”

Violet sighed and dug in harder. “I insist on helping you.”

Sgt. McGinnis winced and closed his eyes. “Holy hell.”

“Violet, quit assaulting my boss.” Blake Silverdale waltzed everywhere he went, and sometimes tangoed depending on who was in the room. He had more grace than a ballerina and more ego than a prize bull. The man stopped in the middle of the room and scanned his audience. “Hello, Wes. How’s the old woman?”

“She’s doing great.” Wesley smiled. His grandmother was the only thing two owo of them had in common. “She’s still selling comic books for twice their worth and giving cigarettes away for nothing.”

Blake grinned and rolled his eyes. “At least she has her priorities straight.” Blake really couldn’t say anything about the woman. She had been providing him with cigarettes since he was fourteen. Blake looked up and saw his fiancé frowning at her nails and decided to ignore her for the time being. “I need to talk to you, Serge. It’s about that scum Martinez.”

Wes’ nose scrunched up. “The guy we caught last month?”

Blake ignored the question and smirked at Violet. “I’ll see you later, baby. I have a present laying on the counter for you, at home.” Violet smiled and ran to grab Blake into a hug. The man petted her back and shook his head. She was so easy to make happy. “Have a good night. I’ll see you before you go to work in the morning.”

Violet pecked Blake on the mouth and waved goodbye to the others, before scooting out the door.

Anna Beth got up from her desk and sniffed. “I’ll leave you boys to talk, I suppose. I have to Xerox some stuff, anyway.” The older woman stopped to give Wes a peck on the cheek and headed on out with the proclamation that, “It didn’t seem right that Blake was the only one getting action.” Anna Beth shut the door after her, leaving the three men to talk business.

“Hey, kid, give us some privacy, huh?” Blake took the vacant chair across from Sgt. McGinnis’ desk and shooed Wes toward the door, before sitting down.

Wesley’s ego was pricked, but he tried to maintain some sort of maturity. “Fuck you, Silverdale.” Wes pulled up Anna Beth’s chair and sat down in it. “The guy grabbed my ass, not yours. I was practically molested before you got up off of your butt to save me from any further humiliation.”

Blake bit his bottom lip and hung his head, shaking it lightly. “That’s what this is all about, actually.”

Sgt. McGinnis pulled a couple of cigarettes out of his top drawer and slid one to Blake. “He knew he was going to be in danger of molestation when he took the job.” The sergeant lit his cigarette and puffed it, while shooting Blake a questioning look.

Blake lit up and took a long drag, before acknowledging the question that was hanging in the air. “He’s young, Serge. He’s hardly legal and we are throwing him into the arms of sickos and perverts.”

The sergeant laughed, throatily, and shook his head. “Violet was an auxiliary officer at Wesley’s age. She was pet and pawed more than anyone around here.” The sergeant took another hit and let it out through his nose. “It didn’t seem to bother you so much back then.”

Blake shrugged and sat up straighter. “I was a teenager myself. I didn’t know then what I know now.”

“That there are bad men out there who want to hurt young kids?” The sergeant looked over at Wes and sniffed. “What say you, small fry?”

Wes stared at the side of Blake’s head and growled, silently. “I think I can take care of myself.” It was hard to see Blake’s reaction when staring at his profile, but his jaw tightened up showing a nice amount of tension building.

Blake shook his head, slowly, and looked over at the boy. “What is Grandma Sue supposed to do if you get yourself hurt or killed?”

Wes frowned and shrugged, suddenly unsure of himself. “I guess I figured she could take care of herself too.”

Blake nodded and shrugged one shoulder. “She’s tough as nails and she has grit, but… she depends on you to keep her company, if nothing else. She already lost her son to this line of work. The last thing she needs is for her grandson getting himself killed.” Blake sighed and nodded at the sergeant. “She would never forgive you.”

Sgt. McGinnis’ mouth fell open, his cigarette dangling from his lip. “Forgive me? I didn’t kill her son.”

Wes looked down at his lap and shook his head, slowly. He hadn’t really known his dad that well. He had been five when the man had dove in front of a bullet to save his partner from harm. Sadly enough, the man didn’t prove to be bullet proof.

“Hey kid…”

Wes looked up at the sergeant and saw the apologetic look he was giving him. “It’s nothing, Sergeant Sir. My dad died a long time ago, defending the helpless. It wasn’t your fault, like you said. It was his. He thought he was a superhero and… he wasn’t. ” Wes pushed himself up from his seat and laid a hand on Blake’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Call me and tell me what you guys decide. If what I think means anything, you’ll back off about this ‘he’s just a kid’ thing and let me do my job.”

Blake looked at the hand on his shoulder and frowned. “Wes…” He looked up at the boy and shook his head. “…you aren’t just a kid. You are a smart and very well-spoken kid.”

Wes nodded and bit at his bottom lip. “Well, fair enough.” Wes pulled his hand back and sighed. “How’s the case coming along?”

Blake frowned and shook his head. “It’s not. Earlier today the jury ruled in favor of us, but the judge decided to give the minimum punishment. Apparently, the evidence wasn’t solid enough for his taste. Three years in prison and promise of parole.” Blake sighed and took one last hit off of his cigarette, before flicking the butt in an ashtray, on the desk. “He’ll be out in six months.”

Wes nodded his head and ran a hand through his hair, mussing up the perfectly coifed spikes. “Good to know that the system is still in working order. We catch the criminals and the judicial system lets them go.” Wes bit his tongue, before letting out a string of curses.

Blake chuckled and shot the sergeant a look. “Should I include him in the ‘Butler’ case? He’d be a good decoy.”

Sgt. McGinnis looked at Wes and quirked a brow. “Do you think the girl’s father would agree?”

Blake shrugged. “I think we would have to worry about her cooperation more than his. Her stepbrother may be a problem, as well. That kid is an asshole with a capital ass.”

Wes chuckled, which turned into a laugh that caused his sides to ache. “That sounded like a compliment more than an insult.”

Blake grunted and flipped Wes off. “Don’t make me change my mind, kid.”

Sgt. McGinnis took a moment to sign the papers on his desk and then looked back up at his two favorite employees. “Get the fuck out of my office and get to work, you goddamn slackers.”

Wes grinned widely and threw his boss a kiss. “See you tomorrow, Sergeant Sir. Hope that neck feels better.”

Sgt. McGinnis grunted and shook his head. “I want some type of progress by next week. You got me?” The older man pointed his pen at Blake and growled. “If you don’t keep him safe your ass is in a sling.”

Wes and Blake left the office, both feeling a sense of accomplishment and dread. Blake turned toward the younger man and shook his head. “How in the hell did you manage it?”

Wes shrugged. “You’re the one who wanted to use me as a decoy.”

Blake frowned and sniffed. “You would be the best person for the job on paper, but…”

Wes looked at the man and shook his head. “What?”

“Well, you’ll have to lose the hat, and…” Blake sighed. “How are you at pretending to be straight?”

TBC
I don't know where the name of this story came from, but I like it.

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