a voice in the night

[intriguess]

I was a police dispatcher, the smooth voice that told officers where trouble was. I enjoyed my job, I helped people, though I never risked my life. I occasionally enjoyed the friendly banter that went on between the officers and myself, even though I had never seen their faces.

I had been transferred to the night shift, mainly because I was the youngest, with no family to alter my schedule. It suited me just fine, meant I saw less of my bubbly crazy room mate.

It was quiet at times, the night crew and I often talked during the still of the night.

"So are you married?"

The question had thrown me off guard, it was from who I privately called Detective Sexy.

"No, you?" I asked back.

"No, are you a widow?"

I was puzzled by the question, "No, why?"

"Just thought you might have been a cop's wife."

I ended the conversation and tried not to think of why he'd been asking.

 

[Anakin20]

Officer Sexy (Jake Kmetko)

"just thought you might have been a cop's wife."

There was no reply.

"Dispatch, I apologize, that comment might have been a little out of line, but there was a woman in District 51 who was a widow, a police widow, so I don't know, it just popped out."

Kmetko leaned back in his cruiser, silently trying to picture the voice always on the other end of his calls. He hoped she was tall, because, at 6'4'', it was awkward to dance with a woman less than 5'5''. And how Jake loved to dance.

Boyhood friends kidded him about his dance classes, but they led to the excellent balance and dexterity that helped him to three All-America seasons at Michigan. He could have gone on to the pros as a linebacker, but hurt his knee as a senior.

He waited, hoping he hadn't offended Angel Voice (his name for her)

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

She missed the rest of what he said, she had dashed out for some fresh air, on her way back she got a cup of hot chocalate and then settled back into her chair, hoping for a peaceful night.

"Hey car 29," she called to him, "I guess I'm not used to personal question." She paused wondering if he was even tuned in, "I'm not a widow," she found herself munching on a donut, "My dad's a detective, my uncle works for military police, and my brother is a police man as well." She paused, and no I'm not Italian," she chuckled, "Maybe just a little bit."

She listened to static, and tipping back in her chair her long legs extending outward. She looked a sight, rumpled sweatpants, a shirt that could use washing. Her hair messily tied up off her shoulders. She closed her eyes briefly she let herself imagine what Officer Sexy looked like, she found herself picturing just his lips.......

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
Hello Intriguess, I'm fairly new here but have been making up for lost time by 'testing the waters' in many places. I've enjoyed reading your storylines and would like to enter one of them. "Testing" seems to have run it's course but 'Voice' looks fascinating. Is there room for another to play?

 

[Anakin20]

Officer Sexy (Jake)

"No, you're not Italian, huh?" I laughed. "I actually kind of pictured you as a raven haired beauty, with long curly hair and brown eyes. Am I close?"

I leaned back. Quiet night, so hopefully I could take more with this angelic voice.

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

I chuckled a low deep rumble, that threatened to unseat me. "Not quite, I tend to look like my father's family. Which is Irish," I collect myself and wonder what he looks like as I continue. "So I've got auburn hair, with just enough curl to make it obstinate, and what my grandmother affectionately calls dancing green eyes." I tip my chair back again hands folding across my flat stomach. The headset made it sound like he was whispering directly in my ears. The thought sent butterflies off in my stomach.

"So how about you Officer," she caught herself right before calling him Sexy, her eyes closing as his voice slide along her skin, tickling the sensitive spot on my nape.

 

[intriguess]

um...giving this thread CPR......

BREATHE..............*chuckle*

 

[Anakin20]

Officer Sexy (Jake)

Kmetko leaned back in his seat, filing this new info away in his brain.
"Well, my parents were from Bulgaria, and they came over here in 1953. I'm the first of three kids, my dad was a cop, my brother is a cop, and my sister is a fashion model. She got all the looks, and we're all tall. I'm 6'3'', the tallest, dark hair, but quite a bit of grey and green eyes."

 

[intriguess]

"hmmmm," the one soft sound passed through my lips as the image built in my head. I suddenly shoke my head clearing my thoughts, I was not having work appropriate thoughts. "So why do you work the night shift?" I queried, glancing at calender noticing the full moon was a ways off and for a weekday night it was still unusually quiet.

 

[Anakin20]

Officer Sexy (Jake)

"That's easy, I find that it's the toughest shift and those guys who have families should get to see them. I don't have any kids or anything. No wife either."


"But maybe you'd like to audition," I thought to myself.

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

For some reason I saw him as a lone wolf, hunting alone, travelling alone, strong impression to have of someone I knew by tone alone.

"So do you want the wife and kids?" I nearly blush, wondering what brought me to ask him that but slightly breathless in anticipation.

 

[Anakin20]

Officer Sexy (Jake)

I liked the easy banter that had developed between us. It was really comfortable, and I was a little shy, so comfortable with a woman was a welcome change.

"wellll, let's see, I'm free tomorrow night for a courtship dinner, pop the question at the end, Saturday's free for a wedding, and next weekend is good for a honeymoon.

"As for kids, welllll..."

"Seriously, I would love to have a family soon. I'm still young and it's hard to meet people with my shift. I'd have to probably start seeing someone with the same shift."

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

"A vampire perhaps?" I chuckled trying not to let myself consider the implications.

"Hey I was looking at this flier, will you be at the charity ball? I hear they are auctioning off bacheleors again. Should be quite interesting."

I hadn't originally planned on attending, but if he'd be there, my skin tingled.

 

[Anakin20]

Officer Sexy (Jake)

"I signed up immediately, actually," I said. "anything for the charities. I find it a little demeaning, but it IS kind of a kick having women bid on you. I earned $550 for the charities last year."

A vampire? Hmmmm, I wondered what she'd look like in Elvira's costume.

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

My tongue darted over my lips, as I calculated how much cash I could afford to bid. I had inherited some money from my mother's family and usually donated to charity. The ball was looking much more tempting.

"At least it's black tie, no frilly dresses." I thought more and wondered if I should ask his name or take the risk we'd recognize each other.

I yawn and glance at clock, we'd talked all night and our shifts were nearly over. "I'd better sign off, it's time to go home and sink into a bubble bath." I blushed wondering what he thought of that image but flipping the mic off before I could hear his reply.

 

[Anakin20]

Officer Sexy (Jake)

"I could soap your back if you'd like..." I thought I was cut off, so I just let it go, besides, it was time to roll this beast back to the station, fill out my reports and go home.

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

I sunk into a decadent bath, stretching out my 5'10 body the surface of water covered in bubbles. I let my mind drift, my hand running along my smooth stomach. I smiled and enjoyed my bath fully, before stepping out into the cool air. I stretched and grabbed a towel briskly drying myself off. The charity ball was tomorrow night, luckily I had night off. I headed to my bedroom and slide on a simple silky green nightgown before slipping into bed.

When I awoke the phone was ringing it was only 2pm. I groaned and slid out of bed. I worked from 10:00pm to 7:00am and had only gotten six or so hours of sleep.

It was my mother, I groaned and listened. She wanted to know if I was attending the charity ball, I told her I was and she immediately said that if I was going to represent "The Family" I had to look the part. She demanded I spend afternoon with her at spas for a day of beauty. I relunctantly gave in, I knew better to argue with her. Only dad could get away with that and even he wasn't entirely sucessful.

After a brisk shower to wake me up I headed to where we'd start our journey. Her favorite cafe for lunch, then massages, facials, hairdo, and complete manicure later, I looked better. She insisted on buying me something new to wear and I gave in, even as she tried to sway me from wearing black.

I entered my appartment and slung the dress bag on the nearest chair along with the bag that contained a pair of shoes. I glanced at clock time to snag me a bite to eat before I would need to get dressed.

I glanced in the mirror, the dress fitted to my ample curves as if it were molded to my skin. I added a pair of expensive emerald earrings my grandfather had given me. My auburn hair elaborately swept off my graceful neck. My pale skin glowing in contrast to the shimmering black fabric of the dress. It looked as if I took too deep of a breath it would slide off. My green eyes danced at thought of seeing officer sexy, I picked up my purse and slung on my black heels. He said he was tall, this heels easily made me six feet, I would be able to pick him out of crowd. At least I hoped so.

As I entered the ball room, I looked every inch the rich debutant..........

 

[KarmicKoala]

The ball ...

OOC: Skipping ahead just a bit ... Writing myself in...
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Officers and their spouses mingled and meandered. Soft music played by a local band permeated the air. The dance floor was filled with people, laughing, enjoying the magic of the night.

At the back of the hall was a group of tables, included with the ball was a light dinner. As couples finished many stood and went to the dance floor a perfect counterpoint to the romance created while at the table.

As the band continues playing at the front of the room, a man, dressed in a tuxedo walks up to the microphone. He checks to make sure it's on before he speaks.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the 60th annual Precinct #554, Policeman's Charity Ball. Now, the time you've all been waiting for ... The Officer Auction. Our first officer of the evening is 24, A graduate of UCLA with a Bachelors in Criminology, Kasey Nolan."

Kasey walked across the stage confidently. His honey-colored hair and hazel eyes glinted in the light of the ballroom. He had a boyish quality to him, a baby face and an almost-innocence that surrounded him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the bidding will start at $50."

 

[Anakin20]

Jake Kmetko

The tux was too tight, it itched and he thought he was sweating.
Okay, so maybe none of these were true, but he was nervous, for some reason.
Of course he was nervous, she might be out there, his angel voice from the night.
What if she was ugly? Hopefully not with a voice like that
What if she didn't like his looks? self-confidence was not a strong point of his.
Again he adjusted his bow tie. Looking good (I hoped)
Well, I think I'm after Kase.

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

I glanced at the names on the evening's auction block noting that someone from my precinct was next, my stomach fluttered and I moved to a more shadowy spot so I could see and bid without being viewed. The number on my paddle was appropriate 29, the number of his squad car. I watched the first man of the evening go for a even 300 and held my breath as the next bacheleor walked across the stage.

He was tall, with a grace that belied his stature, I found myself thinking what if's. The bidding had already ran up to 400 while I was being indecisive and I began bidding. I glanced over the woman I was bidding against had this predatorial gaze about her and I suddenly no longer cared if it was my officer, but merely didn't want him to fall into her hands.

"One thousand dollars," my voice rang out from my spot and woman gave me an evil look before shaking her head. Before I knew it the announcer was saying 'Sold to number 29.'

 

[Anakin20]

Jake Kmetko

"Damn these lights," I thought. I tried to see past them into the crowd as I heard the money ratcheted up, I was embarassed when it went past $750, then $800, then $825, which was the former record, held by a pro football player.
I could tell it was her voice, that angelic call. She bid $1000, and the crowd applauded, then she got the "SOLD!" call from the auctioneer and I was sure I was redder than my bow tie.

Well, moment of truth...

I stepped off the stage, and was escorted to the side room to meet her. The matronly organizer escorted a raven-haired beauty into the room, her green eyes piercing, her hair long and flowing. My heart caught in my throat. I felt myself standing up, but my head swam.

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

"Hello Officer," I found myself glancing down scanning for the name when I noticed he was tottering. I sat down and poured him a glass of water. "Didn't you eat something before now?" One eyebrow raised quizically, now was moment of truth. If it wasn't him I'd certainly look silly bidding on another. I bit my lip and half hoped it was him and half hoped it wasn't.

OOC my character has auburn hair and i thought it was done up

 

[Anakin20]

OOC: Did I say raven-haired? Damn. I meant auburn. And it's up? Typical male.

BIC: "Hi, I'm Officer Jake Kmetko, I believe we've spoken? You wouldn't be a dispatcher, would you?"
I got my balance after having been floored by her eyes.
"Uh, I'm fine, really. It must have been the hot lights," I said "Or the hot babe," I thought.
"$1000, I hope I prove my worth."

 

[intriguess]

Michaela

The sound of his voice sent tremors down my spine and I found myself speechless, my skin suddenly very aware of how my dress was raking my nipples, the form fitting dress leaving little to the imagination except how it was held on.

"Jake, it's nice to finally know the name behind the voice," and the body I added to myself. "Sorry, bad manners, I'm Michaela Armstrong - O'Riley."

 

[Anakin20]

Jake Kmetko

Well, Mrs. O'Riley, How about we sit down and talk for a bit and then make plans for our 'date'?