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Disclaimers: The characters in this story belong to TPTB, thanks for
their use. The concept of DP Tracy isn't mine. (She just showed up
and wouldn't go away 'til I wrote this.)

If you wish to sell this story for profit, seek psychiatric help.


Title: Just One of Those Days (01/01)
by Emma Lighton



   Tracy stormed into her apartment slamming the door behind her.
She stopped, took a deep breath and counted slowly to ten. No,
smashing her furniture to kindling might make her feel better, but it
wouldn't solve her problems. Well, it would if she dragged it all back
to the station and broke it over Nick's head.
   Two weeks on that case, with her doing most of the paper and leg
work, and Nick gets all the glory because he happened to be closer
to the suspect when the guy tripped and fell. She didn't even get a
"Thank you" or "Good work Tracy" from him, much less any credit.
Not that the suspect was even trying to run away from Nick!
   "Next time he can go around back, I'll wait for the suspect to try
and escape through the front door.", Tracy muttered as she headed into
her bedroom. She threw open her closet. If she wanted any where to sit
tomorrow, she needed to get out of the apartment.
   Soon she was suitably attired in a dark pink top and a black
leather mini skirt. It made riding her motorcycle a little harder, but
the leather pants still were at the cleaners. Too bad bar brawls were
so messy.
   She pulled the bike to a stop outside the Raven. It seemed to be
the perfect choice, mainly because Nick seemed to get another ulcer
every time he heard she'd been in here. Of course vampires probably
didn't get ulcers. She sighed, that was another mark against Knight,
he seemed convinced she was blind or an idiot. How could she NOT
notice he was a vampire.
   She stepped into the dark interior of the club and stopped briefly
to look around. No sign of anyone she knew. Didn't seem to be anyone
she'd want to know either. She headed for the bar and ordered a drink.
She leaned back against the bar, sipping her drink, and scanned the
crowd.
   Tracy barely registered the man who slid into the empty space next
to her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him gesture to the
bartender and receive a glass of what appeared to be red wine, but was
just a bit too thick.
   "You seem to be becoming a regular." A silky voice said,
practically in her ear. She turned slightly to look at the man. He
turned out to be a tall, well dressed man with a crew cut. Both his
clothes and his, apparent, age made him look out of place, but this
didn't seem to bother him. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am
Lucien Lacroix."
   "Great," Tracy thought, "I seem to be a vampire magnet." She
shrugged in response to his comments and returned to scanning the
club.
   "You seem bored by all of this," he gestured at the interior of the
club, "Perhaps I can help you find some amusement more to your
liking."
   Tracy rolled her eyes slightly and turned back to face him.
"Nothing personal, but you look a bit too old to interest me."
   "Ah, but experience can be very rewarding." He gave her a smile
that was probably designed to make her melt. It didn't work. She
turned to once again examine the crowd in the club. Suddenly she
spotted a familiar dark haired figure descending the stairs into the
club.
   "Finally." She said and tossed back the rest of her drink. As she
turned to put the empty glass on the bar, Tracy saw Lacroix was still
next to her. He was still looking at her, but now he was frowning
slightly.
   "I dislike being ignored." he growled somewhat menacingly.
   Tracy shrugged again. "So what." Then she pushed away from the bar
and started to move in Vachon's direction. Lacroix reached out, caught
her arm and turned her to face him.
   He looked directly in her eyes and Tracy started to feel a slight
tickling sensation in the back of her mind. "You will do as I say." he
intoned in a odd voice.
   Tracy shoved him against the bar and he released her arm in
surprise. "Look, I told you I wasn't interested. Live with it. If I
wanted to talk to a control freak I'd call my father." With that she
turned away for the last time and slipped into the crowd.
   She found herself almost running over Vachon. "What was that all
about?" he asked her.
   "Oh nothing. Just some guy with a problem understanding the word
no. A perfect addition to the day I've been having."
   "Umm...Trace, that guy he's..."
   "One of you. I noticed, even before he tried to whammy me. That was
truly pathetic. Let's get out of here." She started dragging him
towards the door.
   "Sure, your place or mine."
   "Mine, unless you've started dusting." He shook his head and
followed her eagerly out the door.
The End





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"We want realism! Do you know somplace
we can go and stage it?" - Sergio Aragones
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