As we saw previously, Remington London the former pizza-man, after fulfilling Sally Raptor's lifetime want and moving into Casa Townie, became the first Sim to leave the Casa, by moving out with Ivy Copur.
To put his complex past behind him, his first major act was to stick his head in the Orb.
His new Lifetime Want is to become Captain Hero. Ivy's, well...
[I suddenly realize that I ought to be posting these stories a little snippet at a time, breaking off at the most suspenseful points and then not posting for days, rather than waiting until I have basically a complete chapter and posting the whole thing. Ah well, too late to change now. *8)]
They spent a day or two just enjoying the quiet, the privacy, and each other.
Then it was time to find new jobs.
"So how's a little bit of this, a little bit of that going?"
"Just fine, sweety, just fine."
Ivy also seemed to be advancing, although he was never entirely clear what it was she did.
"You know I don't like to be tied down. Different things different days. Got something of a land deal going right now; complicated, but it's under control!"
And then she'd take him to bed, and he'd forget the question, and forget for the moment how she sometimes laughed at the wrong times, and how her eyes sometimes flashed. Anyway, they were happy and prosperous, and that's what counts!
Remington's partner on his Special Weapons and Tactics assignment was Tara Fuchs. They served together on one especially messy hostage situation, and formed a special bond.
Remington was surprised when Tara pressed herself against him and kissed him full on the mouth when she left that afternoon. But Ivy didn't seem to mind, and Tara was all professional friendship the next instant. So hey, what the heck.
"She must have been up late watching those True Crime shows again."
"Yeah, the department's doing pretty well in general. There's this one gang, though, that we haven't been able to touch. We have a pretty good idea who they are, but we haven't jailed a single one. It's like they always know what we're about to do."
"Oh, that's awful! But they can't know everything, can they?"
"Well, I hope not. If they knew how many units we were going to be pulling out of the East Side to handle this mayoral visit, we'd be toast."
Ivy was generally engrossed in her skilling, and her various jobs kept her out at inconvenient hours. Remington found himself turning to his friends on the force for companionship.
"That's what minions are for."
"Ooh, touchy touchy."
One evening, Tara called from a local spa where the force was covering a diplomatic event.
"I'd like to ask you about these fitness reports, but I can't leave here until Carmichael shows up. Can you come over? We can have coffee or something, make it a date."
"So that's all you had to ask me?"
"Yeah, not much really, was it? Sorry to drag you all the way down here."
She gave him her usual warm (curvy) goodbye.
Just another ordinary day.
Due to extraordinary valor and a well-placed smoke grenade, Remington is promoted yet again.
"So I'll be there with the car at 2am."
"Keep your lights off."
"You think I'm stupid?"
"You wanna go back to my place after and..."
"Shush! Looks like he's home early today. Scram now."
"You made Chief? Already?"
"Yeah, isn't it great?"
"Um, oh yeah! Wonderful!"
"What's that thing?"
"It's the new high-tech fingerprint scanner. It's satellite linked, so I just push this button like this, and phwoosh all the data goes off for analysis."
"Did you really push the button?"
"Yeah, sure, I'm testing it out for the department. Your prints and mine are winging their way through the ether right now. In half an hour we'll know if either of us are wanted criminals, heh heh."
"Ooh. Heh heh. Half an hour?"
"Yep, at most! Could be just twenty minutes, depending."
"Why, whatever do you mean?"
We interrupt the exciting plot development to note how different Ivy looks with her hair in a cap.
Someone was passing by outside; Remington threw on his uniform and went out.
"No sir, it's me."
"Oh, Tara, Officer Fuchs! Have you seen Ivy? She was just here..."
"No sir, but, well..."
"The fingerprints that you sent into the system as Copur, Ivy, match those of the single print we have from our Primary Jane Doe."
"Our primary -- Ivy -- you mean --"
"Oh my God."
"God, I'm so stupid. This explains everything."
"I never want to see her again."
"Did she take anything?"
"Just her clothes and... and the Thinking Caps."
"The Thinking Caps?"
"It's just like her. Oh, God!"
"It's okay, Chief, Remington, I'm here."
[Woo, she's even cuter without the glasses and the hat...]
"You want me to stick around for awhile? A few days?"
"Oh and Chief, I put in a good word for you with Team Hero. My optometrist's uncle is on the Review Board..."
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of town...
(So that's the end of that story! Somewhat unexpected; while Ivy and Remington did have a lightning bolt for each other, I never felt that they really clicked (and they had those very divergent LTWs). So when Ivy started wanting to skill during dates, and Remington started smooching Tara before they were even friends, narrative possibilities basically forced themselves upon me. Hope you enjoyed it!)