If I impress my father, it'll be because of something I've done.
I'm a good cop. I know, it sounds like
I'm bragging, but it's true. Despite what
anybody says or thinks, I am a good cop. I may not be the greatest detective, yet,
but I am learning. I didn't start out to be a cop, in fact, I wanted to be anything but
a cop. My Dad is a cop. He lives, eats and breathes it, you know. My Uncle is
a cop. Almost everybody in my family is a cop. Except my mother. She is as far
from it as you can get, but we won't go there right now.
So I thought I'd try something else. Anything else. I tried pre-med, pre-law,
computers, psychology, you name it. But nothing worked for me. Some things
are meant to be. I was meant to be a cop. It just took me a while to figure it out.
The only problem with being a cop is that my Dad is not only a cop, he is a
Commissioner. You should try to prove yourself with that hanging over your head.
I got shuffled around on his idea of a fast track, while every Captain I had was so
busy protecting me that they didn't notice I was doing my best to be a good cop.
I didn't want to rise to the top of his plan for my life, I wanted to find mine.
And you know what? I might not have found it, if it hadn't been for fate intervening.
I was given a temporary assignment in the 96th precinct--for a week--but it turned
out to be permanent when a plane blew up, and my high-profile baby-sitter for a
week partner lost his partner and Captain in that explosion. I became his new
partner, just like that.
It was not a good way to start a partnership, let me tell you. In fact, it couldn't
have been worse, but Nick is a fair man, and once he got past his grief, and I
got past my father, we did okay. Well, sorta. It took a while, but we are
finally working well together. Most of the time. Okay, so I do the paper-work
and he solves the cases, but I can tell you, I've never learned so much so fast.
I am going to be a good detective!
Okay, now let me take a deep breath, here, and tell you the rest. You know
the night of the plane crash? Well, getting a partner and a career in homicide that
I really like, was only half of what happened. That was the night I found out that
there are creatures that go bump in the night. I found out there are vampires.
Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but I met one. He died in the plane crash. Well
not really. I guess he's already dead--or something. But he got banged up and
lost his hand. That's how we met. I told him to put his hands up, and he very
pleasantly told me he couldn't because he'd lost one in the crash. And then he
held it up--in his other hand. And like an idiot, I fainted.
I didn't know what he was--not right away. I found that out after a little first
class detective work on J.D. Valdez that led me to his current residence--an
abandoned church. I went there because I wanted to see him again. I wanted
to understand what was happening to me, and what he was. I nearly got munched
on by the Inca. Long story, and it's not mine. It's his.
Anyway, the next thing you know, Javier Vachon a.k.a. J.D. Valdez flies
in the window and saves me. Guess who fainted again? I've really got to stop
doing that. Anyway, the long and the short of it was I ended up in this rat-infested
sewer place while he and his buddy Screed (who if you can believe it likes
sucking on rats. Yuck!) discussed my fate. Lucky for me, Vachon and I hit it
off right from the start. I couldn't say why, but we did--and he decided to let
me live. Good thing, or I would have killed him, or arrested him, or...something.
Javier is really interesting. He's everything that my father despises, and he's
certainly not the kind of guy I'd have ever thought I'd hang around with. I
like things organized. Neat. I plan my life. Javier just is. He hangs, he does
nothing. He's scruffy! But I really like him. And you know what? He likes
me too, and not just as a midnight snack, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, life is definitely different now. I've got a job I love. A partner
I could throttle half the time, but knows more about how to solve a murder
than anybody I have ever met, a great Captain, a Dad who has finally figured
out that I want him to butt out of my life, and a vampire for a...boyfriend. Cool,
huh? Now all I've got to do is figure out how to make it all work And seeing
that I'm a Vetter, it'll work...
| Nick! Someone is yanking
your chain! You need a reality check,
maybe. I don't know, but this is not you.