Tis the Season Rated PG
Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2019 5:54 pm
Moonlight Fan Fiction
Tis the Season
Rated PG
By Ella713
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
LAPD asks Mick and Carl for help with a thief that's robbing houses of all their holiday gifts
Lt. Davidson laid the file in front of them.
"5 houses have been hit so far and we don't even know how to handle this one. We got no prints, and no security was compromised, no picked locks, no hacked security feeds nothing" He explained.
"Are you saying you think it's vampires?" Carl asked.
"No. But for all intent and purposes, this perp has to be an A+ Demetri Ryan type Magician, or some kind of supernatural thing or people are robbing their own homes. Like I said, we're at a loss" He said.
"Are the houses all in the same area?" Mick asked thinking that most thieves didn't like to stray far their own comfort areas.
"Oh, that's another thing, these robberies are spread out. We have two in Bel Air and two in Pacific Palisades and one in Palos Verdes"
"Those are all wealthy sections of LA" Carl said.
"Yeah so this perp new where he was gonna get the most swag" The officer said. "Look, the Captain doesn't know I came to you........but we need your help" He finished.
"We'll look into it and get back with you later today" Carl said. "Can we make some copies?" The officer nodded and Carl called Barbara their admin to makes some copies of the files.
"Thanks guys" He said and took his leave.
"So what are you thinking Carl?" Mick asked.
"I was thinking we should get some background info on the home owners" Carl said always thinking like a cop.
I'll call Logan" Mick said pulling out his phone.
Lydia Hamilton was on her way out when she heard her doorbell ring. She sighed and walked back to the front door.
"Hello, I have a package for Lydia Hamilton" The Fed Ex man said. The box was rather large but she figured it was something her husband had ordered for the boat.
"Can you wheel it in here for me?" She asked showing the guy where she wanted the box to sit. "Right here is fine" She said taking his pen and signing her name. Paul would have to deal with that later she thought as she locked the front door then headed for the garage.
"Alright Mick, the first house in Bel Air is home to Plastic Surgeon to the stars Carson Foster the second home is owned by LA Clippers power forward Malcolm Reese. Both men are squeaky clean. Haven't pissed off anyone if you discount the Clippers lousy home court record, but all in all pretty decent guys. The next two houses in Pacific Palisades. The first owned by lawyer Harvey Mason. He's all kinds of shady. Handles high profile thug cases. Drug dealers trying to pass themselves off as businessmen type cases. The next home is owned by actor Chance Monroe and his wife Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model Carmen Samara. I couldn't find anything on these two but both Hollywood and the modeling industry are ripe with disgruntled employees, angry over a part or show they didn't get. Then we get to the place in Palos Verde, that home is owned by record producer of every boy band responsible for destroying music today. A guy named Andre Devlin. Rumor is he likes his dates on the young side if you know what I mean, so there's bound to be some bad blood somewhere in that guys past" Logan said sliding the files his way.
"That's great Logan. You're a Master!" Mick said. "Hey where's Lucky?"
"Spending a couple of weeks with the family" Logan said.
"Well, you know if you don't have anything to do for Christmas Beth and I would love to have you over" Mick said.
"No can do Mick. They're releasing the new Bomb Squad Tactical Maneuver on Christmas eve and I plan on kicking butt the entire time Lucky's gone!" He said with a smile. Mick shook his head and walked out to show Carl what he had.
Conchita Gonzales loved her job with the Hamilton's. The live-in position allowed her to live in a wonderful mansion with a loving family with two beautiful little girls. She smiled when she thought of her life in Guatemala. While her family was very hard working, they were also very poor. She had dreamed nightly of making it America where she was told all things were possible if you worked hard enough. She taught herself a little English, enough so that she could find work. The first job she got was a housekeeper for a large hotel that wanted work done as cheaply as possible. It was there she came upon a beautiful blonde haired little girl about 4 years old who was lost. She calmed the little one down and found the parents who were trying to work out some issue with the front desk and hadn't noticed that their little girl had walked off and took a ride on the elevator. The little girl clung to Conchita tightly as she found her parents. So happy they were that Conchita had brought their daughter back to them, they offered her a job right there on the spot and she couldn't remember ever being this happy! She had all the food that she could eat and a beautiful room of her very own and a salary that made her feel like she was the richest woman in the world. The baby monitor woke her up and she put her on her robe and went upstairs to check on the baby. She had just made it to the stairs when something caught her eye. She stared into the living room and saw what looked to be....she gasped and fell to the floor.
"Mick another house was hit last night, in Bel Air again. The thief was robbing the place but the Nanny heard the baby monitor go off and was on her way upstairs when she saw the perp and fainted. She's got a huge bump on her head so their keeping her overnight" He explained.
"Let's go ask her some questions" Mick said. After a short drive to Mercy General they met with Conchita.
"Can you tell us what you saw?" Carl asked taking out his pad and pen. Conchita's eyes opened wide and they saw the tears began to well up in her eyes.
"I sae pequeño demonios" She said wiping her eyes.
"Little demons?" Mick asked. She nodded her head.
"They looked like little ones, but they had very sharp teeth and they were like them that are in the malls" She tried to explain.
"Like elves? Wearing green?" Mick asked looking at Carl intently.
"Yes yes! Like elves" She said nodding her head quickly.
"Elves? Are you serious?" Zoe asked chuckling to herself.
"Yeah I'm serious. The Nanny said they were small and dressed as elves but they had sharp teeth" Mick said.
"Well, there are some cultures that believe in elves and they are nothing like what you see today. They are literally demons, but I don't know if they were ever proven. It's a scary story parents tell to keep their kids in line, Kind of like a folk tale. There's never been any actual sighting of one.....but if you see one don't kill it, Julian and I need to see it" Zoe said excitedly.
"Why?" Carl asked.
"These entities need to be cataloged and well documented" She said.
Tis the Season
Rated PG
By Ella713
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
LAPD asks Mick and Carl for help with a thief that's robbing houses of all their holiday gifts
Lt. Davidson laid the file in front of them.
"5 houses have been hit so far and we don't even know how to handle this one. We got no prints, and no security was compromised, no picked locks, no hacked security feeds nothing" He explained.
"Are you saying you think it's vampires?" Carl asked.
"No. But for all intent and purposes, this perp has to be an A+ Demetri Ryan type Magician, or some kind of supernatural thing or people are robbing their own homes. Like I said, we're at a loss" He said.
"Are the houses all in the same area?" Mick asked thinking that most thieves didn't like to stray far their own comfort areas.
"Oh, that's another thing, these robberies are spread out. We have two in Bel Air and two in Pacific Palisades and one in Palos Verdes"
"Those are all wealthy sections of LA" Carl said.
"Yeah so this perp new where he was gonna get the most swag" The officer said. "Look, the Captain doesn't know I came to you........but we need your help" He finished.
"We'll look into it and get back with you later today" Carl said. "Can we make some copies?" The officer nodded and Carl called Barbara their admin to makes some copies of the files.
"Thanks guys" He said and took his leave.
"So what are you thinking Carl?" Mick asked.
"I was thinking we should get some background info on the home owners" Carl said always thinking like a cop.
I'll call Logan" Mick said pulling out his phone.
Lydia Hamilton was on her way out when she heard her doorbell ring. She sighed and walked back to the front door.
"Hello, I have a package for Lydia Hamilton" The Fed Ex man said. The box was rather large but she figured it was something her husband had ordered for the boat.
"Can you wheel it in here for me?" She asked showing the guy where she wanted the box to sit. "Right here is fine" She said taking his pen and signing her name. Paul would have to deal with that later she thought as she locked the front door then headed for the garage.
"Alright Mick, the first house in Bel Air is home to Plastic Surgeon to the stars Carson Foster the second home is owned by LA Clippers power forward Malcolm Reese. Both men are squeaky clean. Haven't pissed off anyone if you discount the Clippers lousy home court record, but all in all pretty decent guys. The next two houses in Pacific Palisades. The first owned by lawyer Harvey Mason. He's all kinds of shady. Handles high profile thug cases. Drug dealers trying to pass themselves off as businessmen type cases. The next home is owned by actor Chance Monroe and his wife Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model Carmen Samara. I couldn't find anything on these two but both Hollywood and the modeling industry are ripe with disgruntled employees, angry over a part or show they didn't get. Then we get to the place in Palos Verde, that home is owned by record producer of every boy band responsible for destroying music today. A guy named Andre Devlin. Rumor is he likes his dates on the young side if you know what I mean, so there's bound to be some bad blood somewhere in that guys past" Logan said sliding the files his way.
"That's great Logan. You're a Master!" Mick said. "Hey where's Lucky?"
"Spending a couple of weeks with the family" Logan said.
"Well, you know if you don't have anything to do for Christmas Beth and I would love to have you over" Mick said.
"No can do Mick. They're releasing the new Bomb Squad Tactical Maneuver on Christmas eve and I plan on kicking butt the entire time Lucky's gone!" He said with a smile. Mick shook his head and walked out to show Carl what he had.
Conchita Gonzales loved her job with the Hamilton's. The live-in position allowed her to live in a wonderful mansion with a loving family with two beautiful little girls. She smiled when she thought of her life in Guatemala. While her family was very hard working, they were also very poor. She had dreamed nightly of making it America where she was told all things were possible if you worked hard enough. She taught herself a little English, enough so that she could find work. The first job she got was a housekeeper for a large hotel that wanted work done as cheaply as possible. It was there she came upon a beautiful blonde haired little girl about 4 years old who was lost. She calmed the little one down and found the parents who were trying to work out some issue with the front desk and hadn't noticed that their little girl had walked off and took a ride on the elevator. The little girl clung to Conchita tightly as she found her parents. So happy they were that Conchita had brought their daughter back to them, they offered her a job right there on the spot and she couldn't remember ever being this happy! She had all the food that she could eat and a beautiful room of her very own and a salary that made her feel like she was the richest woman in the world. The baby monitor woke her up and she put her on her robe and went upstairs to check on the baby. She had just made it to the stairs when something caught her eye. She stared into the living room and saw what looked to be....she gasped and fell to the floor.
"Mick another house was hit last night, in Bel Air again. The thief was robbing the place but the Nanny heard the baby monitor go off and was on her way upstairs when she saw the perp and fainted. She's got a huge bump on her head so their keeping her overnight" He explained.
"Let's go ask her some questions" Mick said. After a short drive to Mercy General they met with Conchita.
"Can you tell us what you saw?" Carl asked taking out his pad and pen. Conchita's eyes opened wide and they saw the tears began to well up in her eyes.
"I sae pequeño demonios" She said wiping her eyes.
"Little demons?" Mick asked. She nodded her head.
"They looked like little ones, but they had very sharp teeth and they were like them that are in the malls" She tried to explain.
"Like elves? Wearing green?" Mick asked looking at Carl intently.
"Yes yes! Like elves" She said nodding her head quickly.
"Elves? Are you serious?" Zoe asked chuckling to herself.
"Yeah I'm serious. The Nanny said they were small and dressed as elves but they had sharp teeth" Mick said.
"Well, there are some cultures that believe in elves and they are nothing like what you see today. They are literally demons, but I don't know if they were ever proven. It's a scary story parents tell to keep their kids in line, Kind of like a folk tale. There's never been any actual sighting of one.....but if you see one don't kill it, Julian and I need to see it" Zoe said excitedly.
"Why?" Carl asked.
"These entities need to be cataloged and well documented" She said.