There were some things that were worth blowing off sleep and paperwork for, if you asked Nikolai. One of those things, as fate would have it? Would be island weirdness that actually worked in somebody's favor, for a change. Allie had called him earlier, and he'd suggested she come to a place that actually had decent weather instead of hanging ( Read more... )

"You're fuckin' kidding me, right?"

Gorgon was going to just sort of stand and gape at the Seventeen who was standing there wearing a welding mask, gun held in one hand, backpack full of drugs over one shoulder.

"I mean, you can't really be stupid enough to think that's going to work. Please tell me you're really not that stupid ( Read more... )

Nikolai hadn't really been planning on staying in Los Angeles when he'd left the island for Thanksgiving, but then he had. Which meant, inevitably, that a heaping crapload of his stuff had been left behind... not the least of which being his bike.Aaand all of his DVDs. And half of his heroing equipment. His spare helmet. A few books. His weights ( Read more... )

So, Thanksgiving with Nikolai's family had gone fairly well. His mother had scolded him for vanishing for so long without saying anything, as was absolutely her right to do. Then he'd spent a little while dodging questions about whatever that mysterious sickness was that had left him with eyes so sensitive that he had to wear shades all the time. ( Read more... )

It had taken Nikolai and that-one-cook-with-his-memory some time to find a cop who actually remembered being a cop, and, while he had side-eyed the uniforms somewhat, he had to commend the small handful of troopers who had arrived when he'd reported the fraudulent credit cards and the attempt to pull one over on the hotel. They'd taken his ( Read more... )

Gorgon was in a pretty decent mood tonight. He had his bike, he had the open road, he had a friend along that he'd lured out with promise of a motorcycle ride and some ass-kicking. Sure, he wasn't up even a single tier yet - they were just getting started and Wednesday evenings were slower than some - but even if they didn't encounter a single ( Read more... )

So it was the ass end of a long weekend, which Nikolai figured was going to be as good a time as any to hit up Baltimore to do his part to keep whatever peace there was to keep. And he'd done pretty well along his usual beat as Gorgon, catching a couple of break-and-enters. Hell, apparently he was starting to get a bit of a rep around the areas he ( Read more... )

Against his better judgment (and when was anything Nikolai ever did really in line with his better judgment anyway?), Gorgon was back on patrol in the streets of Baltimore tonight. Granted, Monday nights weren't exactly the busiest nights for crime, so, as far as Nick was concerned, he was easing himself back into the swing of it ( Read more... )

So, last night Katherine brought food from the restaurant downstairs up to Nick's office, knocking lightly on the door. She hadn't seen him downstairs at all, had figured he was working on her case, and had figured food would be helpful. Nick had eaten the thickest, juiciest steak he'd eaten in his whole damn life last night, served with creamy ( Read more... )

There was something to be said, Nick noted as he flipped through his notes on the case he'd been trying to get to the bottom of for the past several months, for criminals who left a neat and tidy paper trail for him to follow. They made his job so damn much easier, after all. Unfortunately for Nick, known as The Gorgon to anyone who had the ( Read more... )