Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1999 20:24:23 -0500
From: Charles Anderson <canderson21@cruelintentions.zzn.com>
Subject: "The Policeman and 'N Sync" by Charles Anderson

***** STANDARD DISCLAIMER *****

First and foremost, this story is completely and totally a work of the
author's imagination (and a little bit of his dreams and fantasies,
too). It is not to be mistaken for truth, in whole or in part. Anyone
stupid enough to think this story is at all possible shouldn't be reading
it. Also, this story is not meant to imply anything of the personality,
sexuality, or anything about any member of 'N Sync, or any other person
mentioned in this story.

Next, if you are not of legal age in your municipality, state, province, or
country to read sexually oriented or homosexual materials, then please do
not read further. By moving beyond this first page, you acknowledge you are
of legal age and hold the author and all other parties completely and
totally not responsible for your reading of this material.

Finally, the 'N Sync name is a registered trademark of Transcontinental
Records Corporation of America and all other trademarks, servicemarks, or
copyrights are registered to their respective owners and are used here
without direct permission.

Thanks, and after all that crap, enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: Something I Hate

	"Daniel, you need to learn how to keep yourself cool out there. You
could have gotten that woman shot!" came the banging voice of my captain,
Marcus Southerland. I couldn't stand him. There had been a small hostage
situation in downtown Orlando earlier, and I was the first unit to
respond. He didn't seem to care that I saved the woman's life in the end,
he was just worried about the fact that I shot at the attacker while she
was still within injury range.

	"Sir, I am a good shot, and you know that. I wouldn't have hit
her," I said, trying to plead with him. Being twenty-two, the youngest
member on the Orlando Police Force, was not easy. I was always getting
cracked over whenever something didn't go the way that our public relations
people thought it should. If I was there, I was the first one to get blamed
for everything. It really sucked.

	"Listen here, you snot-nosed little son of a bitch. You raise your
voice to me again and I will have your badge. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he
screamed, shaking the walls slightly.

	"Yes, sir!" I hollered. I put as much sarcasm into the statement as
I possibly could, and it got him even more pissed. I knew he wouldn't fire
me, though. I was on my way to earning an award from the mayor for the work
I was doing, and the public relations people knew damn well that they
couldn't fire me and not have outcry from the public. I am just so
self-centered sometimes, aren't I?

	"Alright, I've had enough of your shit. I'm not firing you, but I
am going to make your life hell until you learn who is boss around
here. You are being assigned to private protective duty," he said. I
frowned and turned away. Everyone on the force feared being given that
assignment. It basically meant we had to go protect some weak little rich
brat from not getting hurt because he can't defend himself.

	"Individual or group?" I asked. I hadn't seen any recent contracts
out for private duty protective stuff, so I was quite curious who it
was. Besides, why wouldn't they publish the contract...unless it was
somebody really important. But who? Even protective contracts for the mayor
were published.

	"Group," he said. I couldn't help but curse to myself. Dealing with
one wimpy little brat was bad enough, but having to deal with more than
one, I'd go insane.

	"I can't believe this," I said. 'One thing is for sure...it better
be a good contract. I don't want to be protecting some band from a mob of
crazy girls or something,' I thought to myself. Almost as if my boss were
psychic, he called out my new assignment.

	"You will be responsible for private guard duty for 'N Sync for the
duration of their stay here in Orlando. While they do live here, there have
been recent kidnapping threats on three members, and we're not taking any
chances," he said. I merely sobbed once or twice before looking back at
him.

	"You are an asshole," I said. He grinned, pleased with my response.

	"Life's a bitch, ain't it?" he said, having two officers escort me
out of his office before I decided to get really pissed and punch him.

	After cooling down for a few minutes, I went over to the
assignments board and ripped the damn sheet for 'N Sync off the board. A
few of the guys snickered at me until I turned around and gave them an evil
glare, patting the gun at my hip. They all turned away quickly as I headed
out to pick up a patrol car and head off for the local Transcontinental
Records office to meet the brats.

... Twenty Five Minutes Later, Trancontinental Records Office ...

	"Right this way, sir," said the very polite (and very hot)
secretary who led me into one of the big executive's offices. I walked in
to see an overweight gentleman behind a desk and five young guys sitting on
a couch before him. I just grinned at the guy, and walked forward until I
was facing him. I ignored the guys completely.

	"Sargeant Daniel Weaver reporting for private protective duty, as
ordered, sir," I said. Apparently, my reputation had gotten here before I
did, because he looked totally shocked at my formal response.

	"Dammit, Dave...why the fuck do we need some bodyguard, anyways? We
can handle ourselves!" said one of the guys. I couldn't identify
them. Dave, who was obviously the guy behind the desk, was about to respond
before I turned around, faced them, and spoke.

	"Listen here. According to what I know, you boys are under
kidnapping threats. I am not going to let them perpetuate, no matter how
much I don't like you or your kind. Your boss is just worried," I
said. They all glared at me in absolute anger and disgust before I turned
back around to face Dave.

	"Well, thanks for that, Sargeant. You just saved me a royal bitch
session," said Dave as he put his arm over my shoulders and turned me away
from the guys. "You are trained to take guard them on a twenty-four hour
basis, correct?" he asked me as soon as we were out of earshot of the guys.

	"Yes, sir, I am. You don't have to worry. I will take care of them
just fine," I said, grinning and patting my gun again. He smiled and we
began walking back towards the guys, who were now standing and ready to
leave.

	"We're going, Dave. We don't need this happy crap!" said the one I
had finally identified as Joey. I surely didn't listen to their music, so
it took me a while to get the five names on my report matched to the five
guys.

	"Yes, you do. I've cancelled your one o'clock recording session so
you can be introduced to your new guard. He'll be with you for the next two
weeks, so behave. If it comes to security, and he gives you an order...that
is the law, understood?" Dave asked. The guys did nothing but nod and we
all walked out together, heading for a car that Dave had made ready so that
we could go to a restaurant and "talk". I was disgusted already.

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Kind of a different start, eh? Well, this is actually my second attempt at
a story, but my first ever Nifty-published one. Give me a shout out about
what you think, ok?

This story is DEFINITELY going to be good, I hope!

OH: I just read the story over, and noticed the secretary comment. Don't
worry, it was a guy!  Hehehehehe.

Thanks,

Charles Anderson
canderson21@cruelintentions.znn.com