From: Cousin Mary [anteros@juno.com] Sent: Thursday, August 23, 2001 6:12 PM To: DP-L@yahoogroups.com Subject: [DP-L] Tracy Jam (1/1) Usual disclaimers apply. Permission to archive to all the usual suspects (Mel, Anita, Tracy Sue, any DPs). Feedback is a gift nearly as wonderful as chocolate J Tracy Jam (1/1) By: Cousin Mary (Jenkins) “V-E-T, as in turtle, -not- dalmatian, T-E-R,” Tracy spelled her last name out through clenched teeth to the reporter on the phone. For the last couple of years now people had been having trouble with her last name. Was Vetter so hard to figure out? It was obviously a ‘T’ sound. Listening in from his desk, Nick laughed. “Sure you aren’t a grunge rocker?” Tracy shot her partner a look and finished up confirming the facts for the local newsman. She put down the phone and took a sip from her ever present mug. “How’s the coffee?” Nick asked with mock innocence, “Seattle’s Best brand isn’t it?” Something very close to a growl escaped from the back of her throat. Not even bothering to dignify that with a response, Tracy got up and prepared to call it a night. “Isn’t that jacket a bit heavy for a warm autumn night?” Nick went on, ignoring the daggers being shot his way. “Wouldn’t a flannel shirt be more comfortable?” “You think your funny, don’t you?” Tracy griped, “I get this all the time, you know. What’s next? Going to ask if I’m a Mariners fan?” Nick just grinned at her. More than visibly annoyed by this point, Tracy just glared down at her partner’s widely grinning face. “What is it?” “They’re doing great this season.” “Grr,” She actually growled this time, then stomped out of the precinct. Half way to her car Vachon appeared next to her. “Hey.” Tracy glanced at him, took in the boots and the flannel under his leather jacket and kept on walking. The Spaniard blinked before falling into step beside her, “Bad day?” “Hrrmph,” She confirmed. “Ah,” He nodded, then smiled. “I know what’ll cheer you up. I have a present for you.” “Oh?” Tracy stopped and turned toward him warily, “What is it?” Vachon grinned and pulled a jar from his pocket, handing it to her. Tracy looked down at the unmarked container with suspicion. A light shade of brown, it looked almost like… “Peanut butter?” Still grinning hugely, the vampire shook his head, “Nope. It’s pearl butter. You know, to go with your –oomph!” The air rushed from his lungs as the jar was chucked back at him full force. He laughed at took to the sky. “Not funny!” Tracy shouted at the dark sky, then turned to a returning patrol who were staring at her as if she were crazy, “What?!” She stomped off to her car, got in and started it up. As the engine turned the CD player came on, “Don’t call me daughter-“ “Ugh!” Tracy pulled the CD, probably another contribution from Vachon, from the player and tossed it out the window. “Not funny at all,” She grumbled under her breath, turning the radio to a classical station. When she got home, she found a small package sitting in front of her door. At first, the warning bells went off in her head, but then she noticed a card in Nat’s familiar scrawl. She let herself in, scooping up the package as she went, and plopped it onto the kitchen table. She prepared for bed and took two aspirin before braving what she was sure was yet another joke. She opened the car and read, “Thinking of you,” It was signed “Gossard.” Tracy groaned, already knowing what was in the small box before she even opened it. Sure enough, inside was a small rock… or stone. “As in Stone Gossard, guitarist of the omnipresent Pearl Jam.” She sighed. She placed the “gift” back in the box and shut the lid. She climbed into bed and shut her eyes, trying not to hum “Jeremy,” even though it was running through her head. Tomorrow would be another day. And hopefully, tomorrow, someone named Vebber would discover a cure the leprosy. Then all she’d have to deal with would be little rubber fingers and toes left on her desk. And with that happy thought, she fell asleep. -Just in case someone doesn’t know, there’s a very famous band who came out of Seattle called ‘Pearl Jam,’ Eddie Vedder is the lead singer and whenever I mention ‘Vetter’ people always think I’m talking about the band. Have to imagine it would be a lot more annoying to Tracy than it is to me though ;-) Feedback more than welcome at anteros@juno.com [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ADVERTISEMENT Dark Pink...but still dark! Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the Yahoo! Terms of Service.