sliceitwithwind | New York AU: Policeman's ball

Aya...was a good enough dancer to follow a lead? It was fun anyway, and no one tried to talk to them as long as they were moving! Plus, with Aya and Dilan out on the floor more of the cops were willing to drift out and start taking over the dance floor.

This meant, at the meant, a cop conga line to a waltz, but hey! Yes, many of the people Aya knew were insane.

Dilan doesn't mind. He waltzes her around the conga line joyfully.

There were more than a few startled looks shot in their direction when Aya laughed through the dancing. She was suppose to be the serious one...

...suppose to be.

The smile didn't leave her face until they were off the dance floor and the moneyed lot was pressing between them. It was easy for a short woman like Aya to get walled away by suites, one of which seemed rather eager, in a boyish, fashion plate kinda way. "Aya, Aya! There you are! I've been looking all over! You'll never guess what I got for you..."

Dilan elbows his way back to her and shows a lot of teeth with only the faintest of upwards quirks on his lips. "You must be someone she hasn't bothered to mention, I'm Dilan. Her boyfriend."

The boy (really, he looked younger than Aya) flicked a glance at Dilan but didn't lose an iota of his enthusiasm. Really, Aya wouldn't be dating, not for real, right? "I'm Charles. Tickets to the opera, Aya. I know you like opera, you said so once..."

Aya very carefully stepped back and hooked her arm around Dilan's waist "Charles is Judge Atherton's son." she noted a bit absently.

"That's nice. I'm Ansem's biologist." His teeth bear just a little more and he tugs Aya a hint closer. "I'm afraid that her evening is spoken for."

"I'm sure you're very good at it then." Charles actually rolled his eyes, really. One of Ansem's crew and a NY cop? "Not this evening of course...Christmas Eve actually. Please say yes Aya, they're good seats!"

Aya blinked, utterly floored that Charles was that dense. "No" yeah, she couldn't find the diplomatic response to that.

Dilan's smile drops, completely, and he digs in his sleeve for his wallet. The ID card that he has where most people have their driver's license is one of six, in the world.

"You are going to leave us alone now." his voice is gentle, "Because I have one of your mother's garden party invites on my desk as a tentative yes, but I will not hesitate to decline with a note that I don't think my girlfriend would be comfortable being stalked by her son."

Charles was one of those unfortunate people who flushed oddly when angry. His neck went mottled red and his cheeks flamed, but the rest of his face went pale "What?!" he managed. He'd never been accused of being a stalker in his life and...and..."You..."

Aya had half-turned away, as much as she could with her arm around Dilan...a few moments of emphatic hand signaling and the Chief was wandering over to 'escort' Charles back to his father.

"I, Dilan, the man who is dating the woman who you are trying to pick up and has been for several months, will in fact tell your mommy on you." his normally warm blue eyes are cold and hard, "Go."

"Just...who...the hell...?" Charles managed to get through the building anger. Yes, under normal circumstances he'd recognize the name but...months. Aya had been dating for months. That was not right. Not when he'd planned so carefully. "You should have told me, Aya!" far safer to switch his attention back to the girl right? Right.

Aya let her head lean against Dilan's chest and seriously considering using him as a wall for further head banging. Just...what the hell? "It wasn't your business Charles."

"Dilan." he says simply, "I am Dr. Dilan. You really are a spoiled little monkey, aren't you? Leave Lt. Brea alone."

"I was just trying to.." he started hotly, not exactly sure where he was going with it but then there were insults! "What?!"

Aya couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up then, but she could make sure that it was smothered in Dilan's shoulder? She did reach up to lay her fingers along his lips though. If he kept talking she was going to end up completely insulting one, if not more, of their supporters. And where the hell was thew Chief when she needed him? Intervention was a good idea...

Dilan kisses her fingers and says, "It really is alright, love. I know his mother." he doesn't add that he dated Charles' mother in a brief pre-marriage fling of hers, but will not hesitate to use it later if he must.

"I'll give her your regards" Charles offered coldly. His mother rarely came to this particular event. Something about being outnumbered...but it was another opening "And my mother had hoped to meet you Aya. She was to dine with us before the show."

"Suggest grounding him" Aya barely whispered, best not to have that one overheard. Then? She was thumping her head on his arm.

"Nah. I'll suggest I bring you over to supper." Dilan says, equally quietly, "I dated his mother, back in college. Only for a couple of weeks, but they were a good couple of weeks."

That shut Charles up. His prospective date had been stolen by a man who had dated his mother. Gaping was the term for what he was doing now yes.

Seeing as how Charles was quiet now, Aya stopped thumping her head to smile up at Dilan "Well, that works. I'm sure it'll be a wonderful supper, not one of those stilted, formal things..." if she'd dated Dilan she was probably a real person. She'd worry about the further dating revelations later.

Maybe.

"Nah. She throws great suppers." Dilan says, arm around Aya's waist to, now that Charles is silent, whisk her back into dancing, "She was really nice to a very short fifteen year old fresh out of high school."

"Then I'd be really glad to attend. We can lock Charles in a closet should he show up." Aya laughed. "Think she'd be willing to tell me stories of your early college years? I know you would, but she'd have a different view..."

"Probably." Dilan says as he glides along to the music, "She was there for some of the more interesting settling-in stages."

Aya didn't glide quite as well as Dilan did...but she was smiling and keeping up. It was nice to dance. "Define interesting" she laughed.

"The first time I went to a restaurant that didn't know my people usually eat almost-raw food was one of them. Huge argument about what rare meant."

"...where you ever allowed back?" she asked "Or is there actually a restaurant that doesn't grin to see you coming?"

"It got straightened out eventually." Dilan says shamelessly, "But it was funny."

"Hmmm, I don't have anything like that from my college days." she admitted, flashing a grin and a head tilt towards the Chief who'd finally taken Charles in hand at the edges of the dance floor. "Just groups who thought it hilarious to chew out waiters who assumed I could drink."

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