Title ~ Big Mouth Strikes Again
Rated ~ R 
Author ~ Tamara A. E. Knight & Caite
First draft ~ 17-07-2004
Final draft ~ 01-11-2004
Keywords ~ Challenge Response. Follmer/Reyes
Relationship. Humour. Pre-XF.
Summary ~ Monica loses her cell phone.
Spoils the following ~ n/a
Disclaimer ~ Chris happily accepted our bribes.
Acknowledgements ~ Vikkii for putting up with us. 
Author's Notes ~ 
Tamara: Myself and Caite were struggling, really
struggling for ideas that were tragic but at the same
time light hearted. So rather than writing two
separate fics we decided that a co-write would be
better. That is how this fic was born - so to speak. 
Caite: I found it quite difficult to finish my share
of the fic, due to recent life events but in the end I
got there and got my share finished. This is the first
fic that I've worked on since I was diagnosed with
dyslexia. Once again I had a lot of fun working with
Tamara, just like old times. The encouragement she's
given me to carry on writing as been nothing short of
amazing.
Feedback ~ cat_got1_cream@yahoo.co.uk 
                    neworleansrunaway05@yahoo.co.uk
Archive ~ Tell me first

_X_

MONICA REYES' RESIDENCE, 6:30PM

Monica was in the bath, her head submerged under the
water. A few minutes had passed before she came up for
air. With her left hand she rubbed the remainder of
the shampoo from her hair, using her right hand to
read the messages on her cell phone. She smiled when
she scrolled down and saw Brad's number on the message
envelope.

A few more minutes had passed before she got up out of
the bath and grabbed a towel from the back of the
door.

She wrapped it loosely around her body, before going
to the kitchen to check on the pizzas that she had put
in the oven over forty minutes ago.

A faint burning smell was coming from the oven. "Oh
shit," she muttered. She opened the door, wafting the
smoke away with her hand and grabbing the oven mitt
with her free hand, she gripped the tray and quickly
pulled it out of the oven placing it on the sink top
to cool down.

7:06PM

She quickly walked to the other side of the apartment
when she heard gentle tapping knocks. 

She opened the door to let Brad in. He looked her up
and down. "If I'd have known tonight was going to be a
'water party' I would have brought my towel with me."

Monica smiled at Brad. "Come in, I'm just gonna go and
get dressed. Pizza's ready."

Brad winked as he held up a six pack of beer and a
selection of videos. "I got beer and movies."

Monica started walking towards the bedroom. Brad
closed the door and walked towards the living room.
His instinct was telling him to go to the bedroom but
he knew he would be there later anyway. He placed the
videos on top of the television.

A few minutes had passed by before Monica emerged from
the bedroom fully clothed.

"Wow you look hot!" Brad was taken aback by Monica's
appearance. She was wearing a black denim mini skirt
with a loose fitting black t-shirt, her outfit was
completed with gorilla feet slippers. She had opted
not to wear make-up and twisted her hair holding it in
place with a medium sized bulldog grip.

Monica blushed at Brad's comment. "Thank you Brad." 

7:35PM

Brad was in the kitchen slicing the pizza into
quarters with a wooden spoon and a small knife. He
took two plates from the stacker on top of the fridge.

"Hurry up, I'm starving," Monica Said.

"It's not easy cutting this Mon, it's practically
cremated."

“I told you it would be better to order-in, than to
let me cook."

A few moments later Brad emerged from the kitchen,
carrying the plates he held the bottle opener between
his lips. Monica took the bottle opener from Brad's
mouth. "You really should consider moving in with me
Mon, there is barely room to swing a cat."

Monica smiled. "Well I happen to like my apartment,
the only reason it seems small is because I've got all
my books and junk taking up the wall space and some of
the floor space."

Brad stretched his leg out to turn the TV on with his
big toe. "What video do you want to watch?"

"You lazy toad." Monica glanced at the cases. "None of
those, they haven't got Bela Lugosi in them. I was
planning on catching up with my shows."

Brad groaned. "Not Sunset Beach and The Bold And The
Beautiful."

Monica elbowed him the ribs. "Well anything is better
than an Ashley Judd movie"

"Ouch that hurt; there is nothing wrong with Ashley
Judd movies."

Monica chuckled. "The one thing wrong with Ashley Judd
movies is that most people end up with splinters."

Brad grinned at Monica. "OK Mon, you win. I'll sit
through your shows, as long as we don't have to get
dressed or go anywhere tomorrow."

"I was planning on staying home all day tomorrow. I
think that there is a pair of jeans and t-shirt of
yours in the closet."

9:15PM

Brad was struggling to stand up. "Whoops," he said. As
he fell back onto the sofa for the third time in
succession.

"I think someone is drunk," Monica giggled. "Do you
want a hand-up?"

"Yeah, p-p-please Mon," Brad stuttered.

Monica stretched her left hand out for Brad to hold on
to while he stood up. He placed his right hand on her
arm, his other hand on her thigh; gently and steadily
he got to his feet.

Once he felt steady on his feet, he turned to face
Monica. "You want a hand up?" he smiled.

"Yeah I do thank you, I got to pee so bad."

Monica held on to Brad's hand as she found her feet.
"This is going to be fun," she joked.

"I remember the last time we stayed home and got
drunk. You had a little accident."

Monica chuckled. "I hardly call falling off the toilet
mid-flow a little accident, but I have to admit it was
funny."

"Hurry up Mon, I want to do something." 

A few minutes later Monica emerged from the bathroom.
"What do you want to do?" she questioned.

10:15PM

Brad walked across to where Monica was standing. He
placed his hands on her waist, gently kissing her
neck. 

"I like what you want to do."

Monica began to unbutton Brad's shirt, leading him
towards the bedroom. 
 
Brad whispered. "Someone’s feeling horny.” 

10AM

Monica was woken by a faint ringing sound, she
couldn’t quite put her finger on where it was coming.
She began to feel on top of the nightstand where she
usually keeps her cell phone, but it wasn’t there.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered.

Brad was still sleeping, his head resting on her
stomach.
 
Although she was trying to remember where she had last
seen her phone, she couldn’t remember as the pain from
her headache was becoming unbearable.

A few more minutes passed before she had enough energy
to get out of bed and search for her phone. Brad began
to stir as she got out of the bed. 

“Mon, where are you going?” he questioned.

Picking up Brad’s shirt from the floor, she put it on
to cover her nakedness. “I’m going to look for my cell
phone,” she answered.

10:45AM

Monica had turned the living room upside down by the
time Brad emerged from the bedroom in his boxer
shorts. “I’ll just go to the loo, then I’ll cook us
breakfast.”

“If shouting didn’t hurt, I’d do that. I’m lost
without my cell phone it’s like an extension of my
hand.”

“I’ll be back in a minute Mon, I got to go.”

A few moments later Brad was standing behind Monica,
placing his arms around her midriff. “If we can’t find
your phone I’ll buy you a new one.”

Monica smiled. “It’s a nice gesture Brad, it really is
but I erm didn’t make a copy of all the numbers on my
sim card.”

11:05AM

Brad was in kitchen cooking breakfast. “”Y’know Mon
you should always keep a spare copy of all your
contacts.”

Monica glared at Brad. “Yeah thanks for that Brad, and
after the horse as bolted.”

“Mon breakfast is almost ready, what do you want on
your plate?”

“I’ll have everything, I need everything including the
grease. This hangover is a mother fucker.”

1:16PM

“Sweetness, I have an idea,” Brad said.

Monica had a look of confusion on her face. “What
idea?”

“If I was to ring your cell phone, hitting redial a
few times and you were to go looking for it, we may
just find it.”

A wry smile slowly crept across Monica’s face. “Do
that, I want my phone my phone back.”

2:30PM

“How many times have you frickin’ hit redial?” Monica
shouted from the bedroom.

“This will be the fifteenth time that I’ve done it,
why do you want to give it up?”

“No I think I’ve remembered where I had my phone
last.”

Brad went to the bedroom. “Where did you have it
last?”

“I am such a dumb ass. The last time I had my phone
with me was last night when I was in the tub. One
problem though, I don’t remember exactly where in the
bathroom it is, although I do know that I didn’t drop
it down the toilet.”

As Monica made her way to the bathroom, Brad hit the
redial button once again.  

Once Monica was inside the bathroom, the ringing from
her phone gradually became louder. “Hey do that once
more” she yelled.

“Ok Mon,” he replied as he hit redial button.

As the ringing became louder, Monica opened the door
of the bathroom cabinet. “Found it, I got my baby
back,” sighing with relief. She answered the phone. “I
got my phone back Brad.”

He hung up and went into the bathroom. “Ok then Mon,
where was it?”

“That thing called a safe place. It was in bathroom
cabinet, I put it in there after I’d had my bath last
night.”

Brad laughed at Monica. “You are a one-off Monica
Reyes and that is why I love you.”

“I love you too. I know I’m a one-off Brad, I was born
this way.”

Brad kissed Monica on the cheek. “So what do you want
to do tonight?”

“Maybe just watch a movie and order-in but no beer.”

“That’s fine by me. I didn’t really fancy getting
drunk two nights in a row.”

9PM

As they settled down to enjoy their movie, Monica
picked up her phone and kissed it gently. She was
trying her hardest not to let the phone out of her
sight.

Brad began to kiss Monica’s exposed shoulder. “I know
what I’d rather be doing,” he said began kisses.

Monica smiled from ear to ear. “Same here, fancy an
early night?”

“I thought you were never going to ask,” Brad said.

_X_

Additional notes ~ Written for Kristi's fan fiction
challenge. 
August - November 2004
FRR Fan Fiction Challenge
Specifications:
- Follmer/Reyes relationship. (Be kind to Brad, he's a
nice guy.)
- Brad and/or Monica has to have something tragic
happen, such as: lost luggage at the airport, stolen
wallet, stolen car, death in the family, kidnapping in
the family, hostage situation in which one of them is
in danger, either Brad or Monica is kidnapped.
- You can write it humorous or completely serious.
- Rating and length: whatever you want.
- Timeline: as you wish. (In New York, D.C., or
beyond...)