Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did. Be doin', like, all kindsa crossovers!
“Yo bubba, whadd'ya think of this?” The lead detective called out to his partner, running his hand through close-cropped sandy blond hair. Stepping back to move his medium build, early forties form out of his shorter partners way Nash Bridges blue eyes narrowed in distaste. His partner heard him mutter, “God, I hate bloodsuckers.”
One Lt. Joe Dominguez peered over his ray-bans that protected his deep brown eyes. His swarthy skin paled at the sight of a dozen piles of dust and what looked like some kind of 'goo' over in the corner. Whistling low in surprise the balding detective bent down to examine one of the dust piles while saying, “Damn Nash. Looks like we got Vampires. Again.”
“I was afraid you were gonna say that.” Nash glumly responded, brows furrowed in concerned concentration.
“Afraid of what Boss?” Inspector Harvey Leek asked walking up to the scene. Taking in the room, empty except for dust piles and something gelatin-like in a corner, he blanched. Shaking his head he turned back to his car saying, “I'll go call the Buffster, Boss.”
“You do that Harv.” Nash replied distractedly, somewhat preoccupied by the sight before him.
“Do what Nash?” Inspector Bryn Carson asked, curiosity evident in her sparkling brown eyes.
“Hmm?” Nash hummed twisting to face her, lost in thought. Memories flashed by of what he had to do to convince her to rejoin the team. Smiling softly he distractedly informed her, “Oh, Harv is going to call a friend of ours. She's an expert in this type of situation. This has happened before while you were.. not here.”
Popping an eyebrow while crossing her arms, Bryn archly asked, “Oh really? Nash, why is it most experts you know are women?”
Looking fondly at Bryn he said, “I got you back on the team didn't I?”
“Yeah, but she's got you there Nash-man.” Joe chuckled having come back from instructing the uniforms on how to properly secure the crime-scene.
“Yeah, yeah. I'm surrounded by comedians.” Nash groused,
“And strong independent women, Yo!” belted a sultry voice from behind them.
Joe smirked hidden from view by Nash who dropped his head while pinching his nose. Shaking his head he turned, taking in the dark-haired beauty before him. A tight, athletic frame packed into a woman of average height. Long, lustrous black mane flowing to her shoulders gleaming in the California sunlight.
“Hello Faith and how are you today?” he asked, his voice a low monotone.
The young women dressed like a biker chick complete with combat boots, leather pants, wife beater, and leather jacket crossed her arms. Pouting she asked, “Ah, c'mon Bridges. You still holding... that thing against me?”
Face set he stared hard into her chocolate brown eyes until she started to fidget. Suddenly, breaking into a huge grin, his face seemed to shine like the sun as he laughed, “You're forgiven Faith.”
She relaxed, smacking his chest when he moved in for a hug. Nash cajoled, “You know I gotta tease ya 'bout it.”
“Yeah, yeah.” she muttered, but smiled a soft smile for a man that was so much like a father to her.
Releasing Faith he looked over at Joe, “Look who's here bubba.”
“Yeah, I'm seein'.” a grinning Joe said stepping into Faiths hug as well.
“Inspector Carson. This is Faith Lehane. Faith, Bryn. I think you two will get along just fine.” Nash introduced the woman to each other.
“Uh-huh.” Bryn said warily.
“K.” Faith agreed popping an eyebrow up to her hairline.
“Yeeeaah.” Nash said. Taking a sharp breath he asked, “So. Faith. Here to visit, take in the sights?”
“You could say that.” Faith answered as a diminutive blond walked up asking, “You gonna hog the Nash-Man Faith? Don't I get some quality hugs?”
Sighing, Nash glanced at Joe saying, “Round 'em up Bubba. Order some take out. It's gonna be a long day.”