Series: Kung Fu - TLC
Summary: Nichie has an idea.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"I have the solution for my problem." Nickie Elder smiled at Detective Peter Caine.
“Which problem?” Peter mumbled absent-mindedly, reading Nickie’s post-mortem examination report.
"That women ever leave me when they hear my profession.”
Peter sighed. He had somehow too often heard this sentence from his friend. At least one time too often. It had slowly became a fixed idea of him. "And what is it this time, Nickie? New outfit? New car? New job?” he had already tried nearly everything without much success.
Honestly, Peter didn’t believe that the problem, that no women was interested in his friend, had to do anything with Nickie’s profession as a court-doctor but Nickie was obsessed with the idea, that women left him as soon as they heard that he had to work with corpses.
"Nothing of all. I change the bank," Nickie Elder declared radiantly.
“What?” Peter looked up confused. "Which bank? You will move?"
"Na, I try it with men. They aren't as nervous as women when it comes to works around the dead. After all one can see at my person. By the way Peter, do you have already plans for tonight?”