Hey y'all! New story! This was a request from gglover321, and I kind of added my own little ideas to that idea, which we agreed on. So we hope that y'all love it.
This will have a little bit of everything in it. Angst, Romance, Drama, Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, etc. It will be a bit of an emotional roller coaster.
Enjoy!
"Listen. We can do this easy way or the hard way. I have a plan to get rid of your husband that can't be traced back to any of us. Just give me the word."
"I take my business seriously. If you mess this up, there will be a price to pay. My husband wont be going into work tomorrow because he has a doctor's appointment. This is the perfect opportunity. I want him dead, by tomorrow. Otherwise, I will take my business elsewhere."
"No need for that, Mrs. Fox. Nobody will have a clue that we had anything to do with it. I promise."
"Okay. I'll be gone from eleven a.m. to three p.m. tomorrow so be sure that it's done by then."
The brunette woman opens the passenger side door and steps out of my car. She takes her sunglasses off the top of her head and back over her eyes. Before she walks away she lays her hand on the door and leans over.
"I mean it. This job better be done tomorrow. I know plenty of other people who can cause you and the people you love, a lot of harm. Don't think I won't send them after you if I don't get what I want," She says. I watch her walk off in my rear view window, and I wait for her to walk around the corner, out of my sight, before I pull out my cellphone.
"This is Detective Friar. She wants the job done by tomorrow. I think we should meet up and discuss our future plans."
I put the keys into the ignition of my car and drive away from location. I have to meet my partner at the NYPD to come up with a plan on how to put that woman in prison. But before I arrive at the station, I have to switch out of this car into a different one. That woman that I am "working for" has people in every corner. I can't get caught by making a rookie mistake.
I decided to become a cop after a close friend of mine was attacked and mugged on the subway. She never really had the chance to fight back, and I wanted to do something to prevent that from happening to her and others again. Luckily, I wasn't the only one who felt that way.
As I walk into the police station, I am immediately joined by my partner, Isaiah Babineaux. I know it's a bit cliche that my childhood best friend and I would end up being detectives and partners at the NYPD. I guess the boss man decided that since Zay and I trusted each other already, that it would be best to put us together.
"Did you get those pictures?" I ask.
"We sure did. Walden has those for us. Marianne Fox isn't going to get away with her plans," Zay replies. We walk to my office to discuss our next move. I close the door for a little bit of privacy. That privacy didn't last long, however, before someone knocks on my door.
"Detective Friar, I have those files you asked for," Jet Walden, my protege, hands me the manila envelope. I ope the file and see the pictures of myself and the suspect, Marianne Fox, in my car. I nod my head at Jet, and he walks out of my office, closing the door behind him.
"These are just what we need. I have her confession on tape, and these photos will be enough evidence that Mrs. Fox is plotting to have her husband murdered tomorrow. Do you have any ideas on how we're going to set this up?" I ask Zay.
"Mrs. Fox is a woman who likes things to be precise and perfect. I figured, if we give her a sloppy outcome, then she'll be knocked off guard. We have to fake her husband's death, but not let her into the 'crime scene'. However, when she comes home from running her errands, there will be tons of police there. We have to coax her into the vehicle and question her here. But it wont be easy. A woman like her will try to play the victim card and say she had nothing to do with it. We will see if Mrs. Fox could be playing Dorothy in this year's production of The Wizard of Oz," Zay explains.
I laugh and think about his hypothesis. I've spent enough time with Marianne Fox to know that she is a great actress. I just can't help but wonder if her husband has any idea that his wife wants him dead tomorrow. It's a shame that Marianne has to make it come to murder instead of divorce.
"I agree. We will set up the fake crime scene tomorrow. We have to inform her husband before everything goes down. I will be in the back of Walden's car talking to the husband and observing what's happening. You will be at their house before she comes home. You have to pretend that her husband in her house, dead. And I want you to be the one to escort her back here. You're going to question her, right?" I ask.
"Yea. Do you think I should try to comfort her on the way here?" Zay asks.
"No. Marianne Fox is not a stupid woman. She already doesn't trust me, so I don't want her to blow my cover. I also don't want her getting angry at you and sending her men after you," I explain.
"So. We finally have a plan?"
"Yep. We sure do."
"Have a goodnight, Lucas," Zay says and waves good bye.
"You too, Zay. I'll see you tomorrow for the take down," I reply. We depart in the parking lot and get in our cars to leave. As I am about to turn my car on, my cell phone rings. I pull it out of my coat pocket and recognize the name. I can only imagine what she wants.
"Hello?"
"Lucas? Can you hear me?" The distraught female asks.
I sigh at her voice. Maya Hart. The woman that I have been in love with for as long as I can remember. She was at another bar, probably shit-faced, again. We were having problems before we decided to end things between us, and those problems haven't gotten any better. And it's even more awkward considering that we are still living together. Most couples tend to move out and away from each other, but since Maya and I have no other place to go, we decided to stay together in the same apartment and split the rent. But we hardly ever talk. We hardly ever interact.
"Yes. Where are you at tonight?" I ask.
"I don't know. I came here with Riley and Farkle," She replies.
I sigh, "Hold on," I tell her before I turn the screen to my phone on, and I turn on the GPS to track her cell phone location. I see the small icon telling me her location and hold the phone back up to my ear.
"I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Are you able to find a bathroom?" I ask.
"Yes. Lucas? Please hurry. I'm scared."
I hang up the phone and follow my GPS to a bar just a few blocks down from our apartment. It takes me ten minutes to get the bar, and I now have to find the girl in the crowded place. I park my car and walk by the people waiting in the line to get into the bar. The bouncer stops me at the door before I can walk in.
One of the perks of being a cop is that I have a badge. Even when I'm off duty, I can still use it at times like this, and I am allowed inside.
When I walk inside I see how rowdy the place is. I even have to break up a fight on my way to the women's restroom. I finally make my way into the restroom and find Maya sitting on the floor with her head buried in her hands. My heart races when I see how torn up she is. After everything we have put each other through, I still find myself getting nervous when I talk to her. I get nervous when I even look at her. I walk over to her and tap her shoulder. She looks up with a red face. She's obviously been crying.
"Come on. Let's go," I tell her. She grabs a hold of my hand, and I help her stand up. She holds onto my arm as we walk out of the bar and back to my car.
I open the door for her, and I help her inside. She is quiet. She doesn't look at me when I get in the car. She doesn't smell like alcohol, so I know that she's not drunk. But there have been times where I have picked her up in an intoxicated state.
I don't say anything to her. I just let her sit there. I can hear a few sniffles come from her, but I still don't say anything.
We walk into our apartment together. I throw my keys on the counter and my jacket in the chair in the living room. Maya stands behind me, and I can feel her eyes staring at me.
"Thank you for coming to pick me up. I don't know why I let myself get into those stupid situations," Maya says.
"What happened that got you so scared?" I ask.
"Well, I went to that bar with Riley and Farkle, hoping that it would cheer me up a little bit. But the people in that bar are really rowdy, and I got separated from Riley and Farkle. I tried to call them, but they told me that they had already left. I told them that I left too because I didn't want them to worry about me. I don't know. I got really scared in there, so I freaked out, and I called you," Maya explains.
I look at her body language, and I really believe that she's telling the truth, mostly. There is something that she's not telling me, but I can't decipher that right now.
"I can say that it was nice to pick you up in your sober state."
She nods, "I wanted to drink tonight. I really wanted to drink tonight, but I didn't because I've been making promises that I would stop."
"That's good to hear. I hope you keep your promises."
She's about to walk down the hall to her room, but she stops and looks at me, "I hope you're happy, Lucas. Even if you're not happy with me. I hope you're happy, and I'm sorry that I've been so much trouble."
At this point, I'm speechless. I never expected Maya to say that, especially since we just ended our relationship. I can't think of anything to say, but it's not like I have to. She's already halfway down the hall.
"Goodnight, Maya."
Okay! That's the end of the first chapter! I really hope y'all liked it. There are so many things to look forward to in this story, and I can't wait to write it for y'all for read!
I'll try to update this as soon as possible. I know I'm horrible when it comes to updating consistently, but I will update as soon as I can. The next chapter will end on an interesting note. It will act as a catalyst to the rest of the story, so I hope y'all like that.
I would also like to thank gglover321, again, for this amazing prompt.
Love y'all!