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"Can I answer it?" Emily asked hopefully.
Anya looked at her like she had just asked to be let go, "I know you aren't that stupid." Anya reached over and grabbed Emily's phone from her pocket, knowing that, even though she only had one of Emily's arms tied, that Emily was stupid enough to try anything with a gun pointed to her head. Looking at the ID, she flipped the phone open and sweetly greeted, "Hey Matt."
"Anya," Matt said through the phone as Anya put it on speaker and laid it on the table between her and Emily. "Can you tell me how it's going in there?"
"We're having loads of fun. Aren't we, Emily?" Anya looked up at Emily and Emily glared back.
Despite what she wanted to say at the moment, Emily caved to Anya's wishes, "Loads."
"See, Matt," Anya spoke, "we are just fine so you can pack yourself up and go and Emily and I can finish our nice little conversation we are having here."
"Hmm, well you see, I can't do that," he responded and a slight frown crossed her face.
"And why is that?" she demanded.
"You have Emily and I can't leave until she's out here with me," he told her.
"You can't or you won't?" she questioned.
"It's a draw," he replied. "Can you at least tell me why you have her?"
"And take away from all my fun," Anya glared at Emily.
Emily knew why Anya glared at her. Matt was here for her and Anya wanted her here for herself. "It's you," Emily suddenly blurted out.
Matt had a confused look on his face as he heard Emily blurt that our. Not seconds later, Anya's voice came through the phone again.
"Shut up!" she screamed and a smack was heard and a grunt from Emily.
"Anya!" Matt yelled though the phone but didn't get a reply.
"I got to take care of something, Matt. Don't worry. I'll call back in a minute," and with that, Anya hung up the phone.
"Ugh!" Matt yelled, tossing his phone down. "Why can't she just tell me what this is all about?"
"Matt, you're such an idiot," Cheryl told him, shaking her head. Matt looked up at her, a surprised expression on his face, and she continued, "This is about you, Matt. Y-O-U."
Realization flashed across his face, "Oh. But why Emily?"
Cheryl put a hand over her face, "Because Anya thinks that Emily is what's standing in the way."
"So, this is about me because Anya likes me and thinks that Emily is why I won't get drinks with her," Matt nodding, seemingly understanding.
"Drinks?" it was now Cheryl's turn to be confused.
"Uh, yeah. She asked me for drinks when we were working on her case," Matt told her.
"That would have been good to know when this started," Cheryl rolled her eyes as Matt.
Matt didn't respond, he just picked up the phone and hit re-dial. He waited for Anya's to pick up the phone.
"Yes?" her voice soon came through the phone.
"Okay, this is about me," he stated.
"Uh-huh," Anya agreed, seeming somewhat distracted.
"Anya? What are you doing?" he asked a little concerned.
"Just shutting Emily up, I got bored of her talking," Anya explained.
"You're not hurting her, are you?" he asked, knowing that that's not really the question to ask but also know he had to know.
"Don't worry, I'm not hurting her," she scoffed into the phone.
"Okay, good. That's good," he replied and changed directions after a glare from Cheryl. "Why did you decide to do this?"
"Well, I tried to call you but she answered the phone like she lived there or something. And, this proved everything was right. She was the reason you wouldn't go out for drinks," she let out a small laugh.
Matt heard muffled scream and guess that it was Emily. Then Anya once again yelled 'Shut up!' and hung up the phone.
"This is going no-freakin-where," Matt commented as he laid his phone down on the table.
"We can breech," Frank suggested and Matt's head shot up. Frank quickly corrected himself, "Surprise her attention away from Emily. Maybe enough to make her drop the gun."
"What if she just shoots, Emily?" Matt asked, apparently not at all pleased with the plan.
"She isn't budging with Emily. Every time you start on the subject, something happens and Anya hangs up," Frank tried to explain.
Matt looked at Frank, not sure how to go with now that Frank had put it in the open, "It's only been two short call," Matt tried to reason. "I can get through to her."
Inside, as the conversation started to turn to Emily, Anya pinched her, causing her to scream out in surprise. This gave her a reason to both scream at Emily and hang up and get away from the conversation.
Anya roughly pulled the gag down off her mouth, "You can't just give up can you?"
Emily didn't answer, just stared at her with icy eyes.
"That's what I thought," Anya sneered. "It's your pride, isn't it? That's why you won't give him up. It's not because you love him."
Anger flashed behind Emily's eyes and she quickly brought one of her legs up, kicking Anya square in the stomach.
Anya stumbled backwards. She straightened herself up and walked back over to Emily, the gun aimed at Emily's head. She cocked the gun and Emily threw her foot out one more time and Anya once again started to stumbled backwards but just as quickly a shot rang out in the house.
The shot resounded from inside the house. Matt took started to take off past Frank but Cheryl caught his arm and stated, "Let HRT go first."
Fear was reflecting being Matt's as he watched Frank run towards the house and Cheryl released him, allowing him to follow. The shot was still ringing in his ears and Cheryl was following close behind him, her gun out also.
Here ya go… I know your thinking it's going to be a short story but it goes after this too… So, yeah… Hope you like… Review for update.
