Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to someone else! (thank god, this is too much work keeping Steph alive!)
Notes: I have too many stories all in the air, this will probably sit here until I finish some things. I'm mainly putting it up so it doesn't just get lost in this giant folder on my laptop with STUFF in it. It's a decent plotline and I want to give it time to fester and rattle around in my muse's brain.
Reviews/Comments, and 'why the hell did you post something when you should finish X!' threats welcomed!
(I know, I know. Opening myself up to the floodgates of doom on that last one!)
No Beta on this one either folks so any and all mistakes are my fault.
Chapter One - Or prologue, depending on how you look at it...yeah. sheesh.
8:53pm—Somewhere in Newark, NJ
Les and I both eyed the hole in the otherwise solid concrete wall that our FTA had just scuttled through, it barely came up to my knees and was half as wide as Lester's shoulders.
"Huh," Les said sounding a bit like Lula would if she were face with the same problem.
"No way are you getting through that," I agreed. Only one of us could. Me. Crap. "Cavemen don't fit in small, tight holes," I continued still talking out loud. Okay, so I was babbling, but I was nervous. I do that—so sue me. I knew how this was going to end, and I was worried that the second I stuck my head through that hole someone or something thanks to one too many late night sci-fi movies would grab me. I didn't want to be eaten by a scaly monster thing with too many teeth and red beady eyes in this crummy building. I wanted to go home to my nice warm bed and my hamster Rex.
My God, I thought, I couldn't get eaten in here, who would take care of Rex?
Beside me Les snickered and shot me a leer when I looked up and I belatedly realized what I'd just said. Crap. "Don't even say it!" I warned, threatening him with a single pointed finger that wasn't scary, at all. Maybe if it had been manicured to a sharper edge…but then again probably not.
Lester's grin widened. "That's not my experience Beautiful; the tighter the hole the more I like it."
Holy Hot Flash. "You're a pig Santos," I said in mock disgust considering giving him a different kind of finger and hoping the darkness inside this god-forsaken building and the grime already coating my cheeks covered up my deep blush. "A pig," I added for emphasis when he hardly seemed discouraged at all. Crap, maybe he could tell I was blushing, it wasn't my fault.It been a long dry month.
"You going through the glory hole Steph or what?" Cal was laughing behind us. Great. I was hoping he was still on the other side of the building. His presence not much good for anything but teasing seeing as Cal was built the same as Lester, which equated to pretty much a linebacker, neither man obviously was going to be any help what-so-ever in retrieving the FTA from the other side of this wall. Maybe they could just plow it down. I eyed the rest of the building, probably not without bringing the whole thing down…
I wasn't sure what I was worried about, I mean it wasn't like the guy was dangerous or anything, not really, but I didn't read that far on his rap sheet since the guys were with me in full force. They'd called me in hoping I could lure the guy out distraction job style, course that idea had gone sideways when we got the informant call that the FTA had been seen on foot in the area with someone underage, none of the guys liked that in the slightest so we'd high tailed it over here to try to find him—so far he'd been a huge pain in the ass, but not particularly dangerous—just quick.
"Not one more word," I hissed. "I have a gun, and I will shoot you." Cal held up his palms in mock surrender and Les continued to grin down at me. It wasn't a completely idle threat…I did have a gun. It just happened to be in my brown bear cookie jar—and it may or may not contain bullets.
"Do I even want to know what's going on in there? What the Hell is taking so long?" an irate sounding Tank barked in my ear piece.
"In a minute, Steph's getting all territorial about anyone else fitting in her hole." Les said loud enough so Cal and Tank could hear him.
Behind us Cal started silently dying, complete with tears. Seriously if he laughed any harder he was in danger of falling over—or hyperventilating.
My ear piece on the other hand was oddly silent. Maybe Tank had just gone home. We were pretty hopeless.
"That's not what I said," I snarled to Les who was still grinning at me.
He waggled his eyebrows and jutted his thumb towards the hole. "Whadda say Beautiful , you going to let the man get away?"
I was thinking about it. I huffed out a sigh and rolled my eyes so far back in my head I was able to double check with my brain to see if it thought this was a bad idea—yup, it was definitely a bad idea, but Les was goading me. If I stood here any longer pondering it he'd start making chicken noises. And Cal was laughing at me. And Tank was…Where WAS Tank? Crap, maybe he really did go home, or worse maybe he'd called Ranger to tell him what was going on.
I gave myself a firm mental head thwack and heaved another sigh holding out my hand. "Give me your Mag Light," I told Les.
"It's got far more impressive names," Les winked at me and I snorted.
An angry voice barked in my ear almost making me jump. "Give her the Damn Flashlight Santos, Now." Oh, There was Tank. My hero.
I took the light and switched it on squatting down to sweep the beam through the interior of the hole checking to see what was on the other side. It might be a tight fit for a ways but then it seemed to open up…sorta. "Huh," I said.
Then I did something incredibly stupid—even for me. I tucked the Mag Light under my armpit and crawled inside.
TBC? I have no idea! I have so much crap on my plate this shouldn't even have happened but my muse kicked me and the shin and said 'Hey stupid! write this!' ...over the years I've learned not to piss her off.