Harvest versus Nicole

Harvest sat in the interrogation room where she could watch Det. Goren in secret while she waited for her father.

A pretty blond woman came into the room followed by her heartthrob carrying a large file.

“Harvest, if you don’t mind I need the room,” said Bobby.

“Let her stay. I have nothing to hide,” said Nicole.

“Uhhuh,” Bobby said hesitantly. “We’re here to discuss the death of Ella Miazaki.”

Nicole: “Terrible tragedy. She wasn’t much older than that young lady,” gesturing towards Harvest. “What about that Bobby? Wouldn’t you like to contribute something to the world, than, say, parking tickets?”

A protective streak in the form of sarcasm rose up in Harvest. “You’re right. My Bobby Goren roach spray only made the roaches want to read,” she quipped.

“Isn’t it time to bid adieu to bangs and barrettes?” chirped Nicole.

“Only if they speak French,” Harvest replied, dodging a faux stern look from Bobby who was secretly amused.

Nicole: “Back to Ella. She came at me first. I had to defend myself.”

Bobby: “You mean her throat came at your hands by mistake?”

Nicole: “Yes. It’s a secret Asian move. I’ve realized men are for me now,” she says, tilting her head at Bobby.

“Really?” said Harvest. “There’s one coming by at 5pm. Why don’t you be under him?”

“Now Harvest, we wouldn’t wish on the world’s oldest virgin,” Bobby teased.

“Well then you should be safe!” Nicole shot back.

Bobby returned to the file. “I seem to remember your own misspent youth when you allegedly contracted the infection that crippled your own maternal instinct.”

Nicole: “At least I had someone to have children with.”

Harvest: “I guess eating live mice will have to do. Oh excuse me, you’re Australian. Live Sharks.”

“What?” Nicole almost shouted. “Who is this child?”

Looking her over, it came to her. “You must be Det. Logan’s girl.”

Bobby: “You leave them alone.”

Nicole: “Don’t worry; I couldn’t take that aftershave he marinates in.”

“You would be lucky to get that close to it!” Harvest bellowed, then realizing the implications of what she has said. “I mean, if my father did that sort of thing.”

Nicole: “Oh honey your father could write a book about that sort of thing!”

Harvest: “My father is a saint!”

Nicole: “Yes, a St.Bernard who’s always in season!”

Harvest: “Why you!”

She lunges across the table but Bobby catches her just in time.

Logan pops his head in. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” he says as he pulls Harvest away.

“Trust me. There was no mix up at the hospital,” Nicole said.

“Let’s go champ,” Logan says with the same faux sternness that must be employed often when defending Nicole on principles of general decency.

As Bobby hands her her school books he leans in and whispers “Thanks for loosening her up for me.”
They exchange a secret smile.

As they turn away Logan quietly says with “Chip off the old block, huh?” with that trademark sneaky grin, as Bobby to a more flustered, therefore vulnerable, Nicole.

lol, another nice one! thanks for sharing, Maher

Thank you Sara!