Title: Twirlin'
Author: JR
Archive: yes
Rating: PG
Summary: Chan and Hen get side-tracked while on a
case.
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Author's Note: For my absolute favorite Temptations
song. (g)

"Shit, they're gone."

"Man, I told you. I told you! But no, you had to be
all sweet on 'em."

"He was an old man, Hen! Going right back into the
wheelchair would've been cruel. I wanted them to have
some time. One last dance, all that bullshit."

"Yeah, I bet he and Tabitha are dancin' somewhere as
we speak."

"More like burning up the miles or hid out at some
shitty motel." Smythe sat down on the couch.

"Dude, they didn't take any of their music." McNeil
started flipping through the huge record collection.

"They didn't take hardly anything, Hen. Just a few
clothes from the looks of their bedroom. What're we
gonna do?"

"Hm... Not to worry. We'll have some sources look for
'em."

"Aren't Ford and Decker going to be pissed?"

"At this point, I don't give a shit. Chan, check it
out! They got the Temptations!"

"So? They gotta lotta stuff."

"The Temps make the soul sing, man! Aw, it's Get
Ready. I love Get Ready!"

Smythe watched him put the record on. "You know how to
work one of those things, don't you?"

"What you talkin' about, man? I grew up with records!"

"Alright. Geez..."

McNeil's ass swayed with the opening bass line. When
Smokey crooned out the first word, Henry was right
with him.

"I never met a guy who makes me feel the way that you
do. You're alright!"

Chandler's mouth dropped open.

"Whenever I'm asked who makes my dreams real I say
that you do. You're outta sight! So fee-fi foo-fum.
Look out, baby, cause here I come."

Pleasantly surprised, Chandler gaped at his partner as
he danced towards him, screeching the lyrics.

"And I'm bringin' you a love that's true. So get
ready. So get ready! I'm gonna try to make ya love me
too. So get ready. So get ready. Cause here I come."

The handsome black man took Chandler's hand and drew
him up with a florish, wrapped the other arm around
his waist, and Chan was off dancing with his lover
like they'd done it a million times.

"If ya wanna play hide and seek with love, let me
remind you. It's alright! But the lovin' you gonna
miss and the time it takes to find you. It's outta
sight! So fiddle-e-dee, fiddle-e-dum. So look out,
baby, cause here I come."

Chan smiled.

"And I'm bringin' you a love that's true. So get
ready. So get ready! I'm gonna try to make ya love me
too. So get ready. So get ready. Cause here I come."

Chandler was grinning from ear to ear and when the sax
kicked in, the two whirled each other around and
around, back and forth across the small den. He
started laughing so hard he could barely dance with
Henry much less hear his shrill voice above the music.

"And I'm bringin' you a love that's true. So get
ready. So get ready! I'm gonna try to make ya love me
too. So get ready. So get ready. Cause here I come."

As the music trailed off, Smythe collapsed against his
partner's chest chuckling.

"Aw, Hen, you got some moves!" He looked up and poked
his lower lip out merrily.

"All natural, Chan," he beamed. "The groove's always
been in my legs."

"And your ass."

"Ooo, you noticed, huh? Well, seein' is believin',
baby."

"Well, come on, Smokey, I'm ready."

"Ooo, I'm so comin', comin' right now," he purred and
kissed the shorter man fully.

Blue eyes looked up at him dreamily as their owner
started to drag him towards the door.

"Wait just a minute, Chan."

"Hen, what are you doing?"

"I'm takin' the brothers with me." He strolled over to
the record player, took the record off and put it in
it's sleeve. Then he tucked it under his arm and went
back over to Smythe. "Now I'm ready."

"I can't believe your stealing their record."

"I ain't stealing it. Call it payment for when they
renouce. Shit, we deserve some good vibes for all this
shit. Makin' us chase them all over the place. Old
fools."

Chandler smiled and shook his head. "Come on, Smokey.
You gotta sing to me again."

The End