I really did have this dream, but in it I was Natalie.  So I wrote it from
her point of view:


                       FROM THE DIARY OF NATALIE LAMBERT
                                  by darkangel

                                                                2/24/95

Dear Diary,

        I had the strangest dream this morning.  And it all started in
Cohen's office.
        I was talking to the Captain about something work-related, when
the door opened and all the women who worked for the police department
were ushered in by Schanke.  "Oh, good, Nat, you're already here.  You
ladies wait here for a sec, okay?"  Schank was gone before I could ask
what was happening, so I turned to the short blonde officer who stood to
my left.
        "What's going on?" I asked her.
        She shrugged.  "I don't know."
        Cohen looked like she knew, so I asked.  "It's a surprise.  Don't
worry, you'll like it."
        The door opened back up, and we all got quiet.  A woman who
looked identical to Rhett Butler's prostitute friend Belle in "Gone with the
Wind" came in, and said in a pretty Southern drawl that it was National
Women's Day and that she had brought gifts to all the "gals in blue" in
appreciation.  Behind her was Schanke, carrying a large bag.  "Belle"
would walk up to each woman, look at her critically,and whisper in Schanke's
ear.  He would then pull a festively wrapped package from the bag he
carried.  When we had all received a package, she told Schanke to leave.
        "You can open them now," Belle told us.  I opened my box.  It was
a black merry widow and matching garter belt.  Both were quite lacy, but
neither was too frilly for my tastes.  There was even a pair of silk
stockings in the bottom of the box, and matching black lace panties.  All
of it was is my size, and I wondered how Belle had known.  I shrugged and
turned to Cohen, who was admiring a deep red teddy that she had been given.
        "I'll see you later, Captain."  She nodded, still looking at the teddy.
        "Aren't you going to stay for the try-on party?"  Belle asked.
        "No, thanks, I've got a date with a decaying corpse."  I laughed
at her bemusement.  "I'm the coroner.  Thanks for the, um, gift.  It's
lovely."
        "You're welcome, Sugar," she replied it that pretty accent of
hers.  She gave me a hug.  "You'll try it on later, won't you?"
        I nodded, eager to get back to my office.  I squeezed past
several of the women to get to the door.  I took a deep breath as I shut
it behind me.  This was an odd evening indeed.
        "Are we still on for tonight?"  Nick asked from behind me.  I
hadn't noticed him, and I jumped, whirling to face him.
        "What?"
        "Tonight.  Dinner, remember?"  He grinned, and I felt my pulse
quicken the way I always did.
        "Dinner.  Yes.  That's right."  How I could have forgotten that
Nick was taking me out to a fancy resteraunt, I'll didn't know.  I
remembered him telling me about paying them to be open at four in the
morning, though.
        "I'll pick you up at three?"
        "Okay."  I also remembered that we were both getting off shift
early tonight.  In fact, it was one o'clock now.  I was free to go home
and take a bubble bath.  And, of course, try on the lingerie I'd been given.
        "What's in the box?"  Nick peered into the half-open package in
my hand.
        "Nothing."  I snapped it closed.  "Nothing at all."
        "Well, I'll see you in a couple of hours then."  He kissed me on
the cheek and disappeared all too quickly.
        I drove home, kicked off my shoes, started the bathtub, and fed
Sidney.  I had a nice, long soak, then washed my hair and went about
drying it and doing my makeup.  By the time I finished all that, it was
two-thirty.  I had half an hour until Nick showed up.  I looked at the
package which I'd thrown on my bed, and decided that it wouldn't kill me
to try it on.
        I put on the panties first then the garter belt.  I relished the
feel of the silk stockings against my freshly-shaven legs.  I'd never owned
a pair before.  They seemed to be well worth the money to buy more of them.
I fastened them to the garters and slipped on the merry widow.  On a whim,
I slipped on the black heels I planned to wear to dinner.  I looked at
myself in the mirror, and blushed at what I saw there.  Gone was Natalie
Lambert, Coroner.  Somehow she'd been replaced with someone I'd never met
before - Natalie Lambert, Sex Kitten.  At least, that's what I looked
like.  Was my figure really that fantastic?  I spun around, admiring the
strange woman in the mirror.  Wow.
        The doorbell rang, and I knew it was Nick.  Why did he have to be
early?  And why did he have to show up while I was wearing this?  I
slipped into my oversized terrycloth robe, and answered the door.
"You're early."
        He frowned.  "I'm sorry.  Does that bother you?"
        Yes, it did, I thought.  But only in sexually frustrating ways.
"No, come on in.  Have a seat, I'll be out in a second."  I turned to go
back to the bedroom to finish dressing.
        "Hey, Nat?"
        I turned back around, still clutching my robe to keep it closed.
He kissed me softly on the lips, tasting clean and delicious, and only
slightly tangy from the blood I knew he'd had before he came over.
Without thinking, I put my arms around his neck as the kiss deepened.  It
was fantastic.  All too soon, he pulled back, opening his eyes to reveal
the flecks of gold in them.  My breath was slightly ragged, and I felt
rather limp.
        He looked down slightly, and I realized that my robe was hanging
open.  I looked up, feeling quite embarrassed,  I pulled the robe shut
and started toward the bedroom as fast as I could.  But his hand on my
shoulder stopped me.  "Can I see?"  His voice was low and rough and sexy,
and I turned back around slowly, looking downwards, afraid to meet his
eyes.  He slid the robe off my shoulders.  I felt terribly exposed,
naked.  "You look beautiful."
        The awe in his voice emboldened me a little.  I looked up to meet
his eyes.  "You like it?"  I knew I was still blushing.
        "Yes."  He pulled me close again, and began kissing me anew.  His
hands were all over, touching the skin of my shoulders, my sides, my
back.  I pressed myself against him, lust taking over my senses as I
tangled my fingers in his hair.
        He pulled away again.  "I cannot..."
        I felt the heat within me turn cold with sadness.  He saw my
expression, and hugged me.  He stepped back for a moment.  "I have a
present for you."
        I managed to smile.  "Really?  Let me just go change--"
        "No, stay here."  He looked a little embarrassed that he wanted
me to stay in this outfit.  He pulled a small box from his pocket.  "Here."
        I opened it up.  Inside was a small gold locket on a delicate chain.
I took it out of the box and opened it.  Inside was a small vial of red
fluid.  I looked up at Nick, puzzled.
        He blushed.  "When vampires love each other, they exchange blood.
This was the best I could do, with you."
        I stared at the locket, his words sinking into me.  I was speechless.
        "Here, let me put it on you."
        I turned around and pulled my hair up, feeling his cool hands fastening
the necklace.  The weight of the locket was heavy between my breasts, and I
relished its existance.  I leaned back against him, his arms encircling me.  I
laid my head in the hollow below his collarbone.  His neck was only
inches away, and I could not resist kissing it, feeling the slight stubble
against my lips.  He closed his eyes, and I suddenly felt daring.  I bit
him, gently at first, then harder; never enough to break the skin, but
his arms held me tighter and his breath quickened.  I continued to graze
the skin with my teeth, trying to communicate my desire for him while giving
him the same effect he had on me.  Suddenly he let go of me.  I thought
he was pushing me away, but instead he spun me so that I faced him, and
he pulled me against him roughly.  He was kissing me feverishly, then his
teeth were piercing my neck, and I felt lust like I'd never known before.

        And then I woke up.  I was rather frustrated (Alarm Clock Number
13, may you rest in peace), but I did make quite a bit of progress on
Nick's cure today...

                                                Love,

                                                    Natalie