We Live Again: Episode 5
Expect the Unexpected Pt. 1: Plots
By Cosmic Inspiration
Disclaimer: The Gargoyles animated series is the property of the Walt Disney Company and Buena Vista Inc, originally created by Greg Weisman. No copyright infringement is intended and not authorized by the copyholders; this author makes no profit and only writes for fun and entertainment. Characters such as Darius, Tommy and Shinji Kimura, and Yakuza characters, and the 'Brooklyn family' are from TGS and credited to the writers and artists of the saga. All original characters are the property of the author Inspiration.
Author's Note: I wish to warn of politically incorrect name calling and indications that may go on in this story, but it is only because that the antagonists of this story are total jerks, so any insult is purely unintentional and I hope the readers still enjoy it. Thank you.
Previously on Gargoyles. . .
Scene of Brode gang invading Dracon's chop shop in Canon episode _Turf_
"That was my *favorite* restaurant!" shouts Tomas Brode as he hits the car roof; restaurant burning in background. (Cannon) _Turf_
Scene of Brode pushed into Dracon's jail cell, they start brawling from Cannon episode _Turf_
"Dracons have owned this town for three generations." Glasses (Cannon) episode _Turf_
"What's 'Yakuza?'" Hudson.
"The Yakuza is a massive crime organization originating in Japan," said Peter, "They've had West Coast strongholds for years, and now they've moved their operations East as well."
"The Yakuza are not to be trifled with," Sata said solemnly, "If you cross any of them, you cross them all. And they do not forgive or forget transgressions."
(TGS) _Guardians_
"Need I remind you of our first priority of preventing a new gang war breaking out. The Dracon Mafia is loosely organized now that Dracon is behind bars again and leadership is scarce. There's a void trying to be filled by other crime organizations, primarily the Yakuza." Chavez
(WLA) _Legends_
"This had better be worth it," Elisa grumbled to herself with an undertone of contemptful annoyance.
She finally pulled her classic Ford Fairlane up next to the dark grimy alley way, dark corners of large and over packed cities renowned for their isolated despairing atmosphere that could hide dangerous gruesome secrets from prying eyes. Matt walked up to her as she slammed her door; a spiteful look graced her beautiful face.
"This had better be good, Bluestone," Elisa snapped spitefully.
"I'm sorry to call you in so soon, partner," Matt cautiously assured her, not wanting to arouse her wrathful irritation further, "But I was sure you'd want to see this."
Fellow uniformed officers and paramedics waited sparsely around the two detectives as they made their way into the dark alley, a repulsive pungent stench invaded their nostrils as they approached a rusty green trash dumpster.
Even before looking inside the open dumpster, Elisa could smell the rotten stink of death mixed in with the usual stink of disposed refuse. Elisa plugged her nose as she braced herself for whatever was rotting in the trash bin; the sight of a bloody mangled corpse greeted her eyes. It took nearly all of her strong will to resist the gag reflex as she looked at the dead body, forcing her observant detective's eagle eye to take in as much as possible. The body had not been dead long, most likely within the last several hours of the night and it was not even yet midnight. The bloody remains of a man could be observed beneath dozens of clean and meticulous cuts, his face barely recognizable but good looking at one time. There was nearly nothing left but torn ragged remains of what may have been an expensive Italian suit that may have cost nearly or more as Elisa's car. At full height the man may have stood more than 6 feet tall and had the build of a retired boxer.
"Recognize him?" Bluestone inquired, Elisa only glared at him through watered over eyes.
"Our boys just IDed him an hour ago. Nickolas Genson, aka Nitro Nicky G."
Elisa's eyes widened at her partner, immediately understanding why he called her. Nitro Nicky G was an expert in explosives and ammunitions for the Dracon Mafia. He was always the one they called when they wanted something blown up. No doubt he was behind the designs for the explosives involved in Dracon's protection racket several years earlier.
"Poor bastard," Elisa said through her plugged nose, "How did he end up in a back alley dumpster?"
"We have our suspicions," Matt said as they walked out of the dark alley, "Last week the Club Lotus was reported to be destroyed, and the guys in Forensics traced the bomb remains to Nicky there."
Elisa rubbed her temples as she breathed the less noxious air, trying to stall the beginning of a small headache.
"Typical," she grumbled, "So this is all you wanted to show me? The dead body of a notorious mobster?"
Matt took a step back from her at her snapped remark. Elisa composed herself as she said, "I'm sorry, Matt, it's just I'm exhausted, nauseous, and sore. It's not 24 hours I get home from my honeymoon and this is the last thing I need to see."
"I know, partner," Matt calmly reassured her, "But anything having to do with Dracon. . ."
Elisa just waved a hand at him.
"Okay, guys, get him out of here," Matt ordered.
The paramedics and other officers soon had the body of the late mobster bagged and prepped for the coroner's office.
Elisa leaned against the wall as she rubbed her eyes, a gurney rolled passed them with the bagged up body.
"Are you okay, Elisa?" Matt asked, "You look awful."
"I'll be fine, I'm just nauseous, probably from jetlag."
"I'd hate to ask you, Elisa, but could you come down to the station and give your statement? Maybe give us an extra hand on this case, at least for tonight?"
Elisa glared at her partner but agreed to his request with a nod, Matt's concern grew as he saw how pale Elisa seemed even in the dim city streetlights.
"Do you think you can drive?"
She was about to give him a retorted answer when her stomach churned and bubbled within her. She gripped her mouth as her cheeks expanded like a chipmunk, a repulsive taste of bile rose at the back of her throat which she tried to suppress. Elisa ran far back into the alley as nauseousness overtook her and she finally upchucked the revolting bile from her mouth, dizziness and nauseousness rolled like a wave over her.
As her head finally cleared, Elisa was not too surprised to find Matt standing by her in support.
"Quinn," Matt called when they finally came out from the dark alley, a blue uniformed and willowy policewoman ran up to them.
Matt managed to find Elisa's car keys in her jacket and had to yank them away from her weak grip when she refused to give them up.
"Quinn, drive Detective Maza here to the station and have the doctor look at her," he ordered as he handed the officer Elisa's car keys, "And be careful with her car, it's a classic."
"Yessir, Detective Brownstone," Quinn said with exaggerated perkiness.
"It's *Blue*stone," he corrected with an annoyed tone of having reminded her several times before.
"Whatever," she brushed off lightly as she gently guided Elisa to her car, Matt shaking his head in annoyance.
The ride to the station was mostly a blur for Elisa, though she was not always sure if it was from the coming and going of a small migraine, or the thought of someone else driving her car, or the unknown police woman's driving. All she could really remember was being buckled in the front passenger seat and seeing the blinding and irritating streetlights flash in her eyes and Quinn stopping at some drug store. It was not long before they finally returned to the 23rd Precinct and Elisa rushed to her desk, eager to get the paperwork over and done with, completely refusing to the see the station doctor.
"Hey, Elisa," Maria said as she saw her friend sit at her desk, "It's good to see you back, but you're not suppose to return to work until after tomorrow night."
"Just thought I'd come get late assignments done, Captain," Elisa said, "And see if I could lend a quick hand with this growing turf war."
"We can always use another pair of hands, Detective," Maria concurred, "But be sure to get some rest afterwards, you're looking a little pale."
"Sure, Captain, I really need a vacation from that honeymoon."
"I know exactly how you feel," Maria said with a small laugh as she returned to her office.
Elisa rubbed at her temples as her slight headache became worsened by the brightly lit computer screen and the tiny lettering, making her eyes water.
"Hi, Elisa," stammered a youthful voice, making her look up and not be too surprised to find Randy standing over her with his signature goofy smile.
"Hello, Randy," Elisa said with a tolerant smile.
"I'm so glad you're back," he said eagerly and tried to control a hint of jealousy, "I hope you had a good time."
"Yes, I did, rookie," she said a bit wistfully, "I'd be happy to tell you about it."
"Maybe later," he stammered quickly. He then handed her a colorful wrapped box.
"I never got a chance to give this to you." He gave an eager smile as Elisa awkwardly unwrapped her gift; inside was what had to be the ugliest necklace she had ever seen, an imitation knockoff meant to be in the style of a Native American tribe.
"Uh. . .thanks. What is it?"
"Something I thought you'd appreciate, I heard your dad's an Indian or something from Texas, Cherokee, right?"
Elisa almost lost control of herself over this insult as she said with a hard edge to her voice, "No, Randy. My Dad was from Arizona and his father was a member of the Hopi. You're getting it all mixed up."
"S-sorry, Elisa," he said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I hope you still like it, I picked it out myself."
Elisa could only stare for a moment.
"I bet your husband never gives you stuff like this, my grandmamma always said that's how you know how much a man really loves you."
Elisa glared daggers at him, but Randy just smiled smugly to himself, not realizing the extent of his insults.
"Goliath loves me very much," Elisa nearly snapped, "He shows it in other ways without elaborate gifts. He and I are one."
Randy's eyes widened, jealousy and low self-esteem momentarily surged through him.
"Whoa! I heard the guy is super tall but that's what you call him?! Oh my God, no wonder you married him, the guy must be bitchin' in the sack."
Elisa's eyes widened at Randy's remark, her face flushed hot pink and a slight chill ran down her spine. She could not believe Randy's interpretation of what she meant, but she mostly mentally kicked herself for mentioning her lifemate's real name, after they had tried to be so careful.
For an unknown reason, Elisa suddenly felt a streak of pride in her lover and his great manhood, and how cute it seemed to make her lovesick admirer jealous and self-conscience in comparison. A small smile of amusement curled at the corner of her lips as Randy was about to rant a bit more when someone called,
"Hey, lover boy, the serg is lookin' for ya."
It was the amazingly willowy Officer Quinn, walking with over perkiness to them with a smile and a cup of coffee in her hand. Randy immediately became timid and compliant when he saw the policewoman, rushing off to where he was needed.
"They're so cute when they get scared like that," she giggled with a squeak.
Elisa gave a nod and a smile to her 'rescuer,' her head now clear enough for her to have a better look at the new policewoman. She was not only willowy in build with a near perfect figure, she also had light sun kissed blond hair she wore in a tight French braid, pale corn flower blue eyes, and flawless peach colored skin upon an oval shaped face and bubble gum pink lips curved into a smile revealing perfect pearly white teeth, despite the coffee they always remained bright and shiny. Quinn's classic girlish looks made Elisa think that she belonged more on the catwalk or in a Playboy magazine rather than a police station, and her uniform was more of a fashion statement than a real sign of authority.
"Thanks for your help earlier."
"No prob, girlfriend."
"We haven't been formally introduced."
"Oh, right, sorry, Detective. I'm Officer Lutessa Quinn, but everybody calls me Tess. I transferred here from LA a few weeks ago. We've mostly passed each other in the squad room but I've seen ya around, heard about your bad ass rep."
"That might explain a few things," Elisa said, "And I don't know about 'bad ass,' I'm just dedicated like everyone else."
"Maybe, girlfriend, truth is I know a role model when I see one. Maybe you could teach me a few things."
Elisa gave a smile, Quinn then noticed the unwrapped necklace.
"Eew, then again with your taste in jewelry. . ."
Elisa scowled at the gift as she quickly hid it away in one of her desk drawers, Tess giggled at it. Elisa again rubbed her head as another small headache began to rise.
"You okay? You don't look so hot."
"Probably jetlag, I just got back from my honeymoon this morning."
"Lucky. Where'd you go?"
"Bahamas."
"Ooo. Whoa, I hope you didn't, like, get one o' those, like, totally gross out weirdamundo tropical diseases, that'd be like a total bummer."
Elisa gave a small moan as she said, "I'm sure I didn't."
Unfortunately, just the thought of it made her sick to her stomach again.
"Well, on the way here I gotcha some aspirin, nausea pills, and any other good vibe chill pills ya might need, plus a few extras just in case."
Elisa was about to thank her when her stomach churned again and she made a mad dash for the nearest restroom, Tess watching her a bit wide eyed.
Across the squad room, Matt had seen the whole interaction from his desk, quietly laughing to himself. He returned to work on his current investigation when his desk phone rang.
"Bluestone."
"Good evening, Detective," said a female voice, "I need to speak with you on a very important matter."
"Sara?" Matt said confused, "Sure, honey, but you don't have to be so formal about it."
The female caller gave an amused laugh.
"As sweet as that is, Detective, I'm not this 'Sara.' However, you and I do have a mutual relationship of *great* importance, of which your old partner knows of as well."
A chill went down Matt's spine, his face became expressionless yet his blue eyes gained a fearful yet hard edge to them. With extreme reluctance he became dead serious.
"What can I do for you?" he asked in a toneless voice.
"I need to warn you, anonymously of course, of a potential conflict due to take place tonight. The body found earlier tonight was not just retribution by the Yakuza leaders, but also a warning to all those who work for the Dracon Syndicate. Now listen carefully, I won't repeat myself."
Matt quickly wrote down the 'tip' from the mysterious caller and his 'instructions.' They sounded simple enough, but considering his 'source'. . .
"Be sure to inform your colleagues. *All* of them."
"I understand," Matt said with the same toneless voice.
"Very good. Have a good evening, Detective." She hung up.
Matt stared hard at his phone before lightly slamming it down into its cradle. He stared at the instructions with distain before putting them into his coat pocket.
He rushed to his partner as she emerged from the women's restroom, her eyes slightly bloodshot and her face clammy from a small sweat.
Seeing her in such a state, Matt felt he would rather face a hoard of red caps from the Unseelie Court instead of facing his cranky partner's strange mood swings or a wrathful Goliath for letting his delicate lifemate walk into danger unprotected. He was not sure which was worse.
"I hate to do this to you, Elisa," Matt said with reserve, Elisa giving him a dirty look.
She groaned as Matt told her of the anonymous tip he had just received.
"Call the guys," he urged, "I'm going to talk to the captain and my *great leader.*"
Elisa grudgingly gave a nod to her long time partner and whipped out her cell phone as Matt rushed off to Captain Chavez's office.
****Nightstone, Unlimited.
After hanging up the phone to make her anonymous call to Bluestone, she emerged from her hidden area to witness a somewhat peculiar display. A tall dark figure leaned on a cane as he spoke with a serious business tone to three more figures as a general giving explicit orders to his troops, a large high tech display screen portrayed different scenes behind him as he lectured the three figures.
It was the more peculiar by the simple fact that the figures were all gargoyles.
Thailog spoke with great confidant authority as he showed his 'associates' the locations they will be going to and the items to be retrieved, each of the others watching with varying degrees of interest.
Thailog then pressed a remote and the display screen went dark as he said, "You each have your instructions, I've given you specifications and weak points of the locations you each will be visiting. Along with the special devices I've given you, only your own unique skills are all that can stand against their defenses, not much of which should be a challenge, considering the hilarious level of their stupidity."
Thailog laughed, which was only shared by two of his three associates, a cold metal grey one and a dark haired webbed winged yellow one, a horned, blond haired red one remained seriously stoic.
"Any questions, my friends?" he asked with a smirk.
"Exactly how does this farce help me in locating Icarus?" Typhon spoke up in irritation.
Thailog gave a sinister smile as he said, "After I acquire the necessary information, it will help me to narrow down the possibilities of where he might be in New York. Among other things."
Typhon's eyes just narrowed.
"You now have your instructions," Thailog said authoritarianly as he stood fully forward of the three gargoyles, "I expect you all to return before sunrise."
The three gargoyles soon left to fulfill their tasks.
Thailog steadily made his way to his large executive desk, and to his large padded chair, groaning in reveling pleasure as he reveled in its customized comfort. She came close to him, softy brushed his face with a feather light touch before sitting near him on his desk and crossing her legs seductively.
"It's done," she simply said.
Thailog smiled in arrogance, touched his fingertips together as he said, "And now we wait."