Evil Lair: Ungodly hour in the morning
Lucy's head was pounding and she instantly regretted opening her eyes, due to the illuminated numbers on the alarm next to her.
"Lucy," Amy groaned. "What time is it?"
"Too early," Lucy mumbled before dropping her head on to the pillow.
Amy softly chuckled, and reached over Lucy to grab the alarm clock. She suddenly realized she had overslept, and the alarm hadn't gone off. "Aww, Sonofabitch! Lucy did you turn the alarm off last night?" Amy rushed out of bed, and started desperately searching for clean clothes.
"Did I?" Lucy grumbled into her pillow. She raised her head up slowly. "I might have, I can't remember anything. What happened last night?"
"Well," Amy said quizzically. "There was beer, and wine, and shots, and then a taxi ride, where you passed out."
Lucy suddenly shot up out of bed. "THE WEDDING! OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THE WEDDING! WE'RE GOING TO BE SO LATE!!!!! SCUD IS SO GOING TO KILL ME!!!!!!"
"Lucy, honey, you got drunk AT the wedding. Hence, it already happened, hence Scud is not going to kill you, at least not for being late."
"Then why are you getting ready?" Lucy asked confused.
"Because I have to go to the studio to meet an art dealer," Amy explained. "And he doesn't understand the concept of sleep."
"He would if he knew who your girlfriend was," she mumbled incoherently.
"Goodbye, I love you," Amy said, kissing Lucy quickly, before rushing out the door.
Lucy collapsed back on the bed. "Uhm wuv fou hou," Lucy replied into her pillow before falling back asleep.
Amy's Studio 1100hrs
Lucy opened the door, and tried to balance the coffee and the bag of bagels at the same time. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Lucy apologized loudly, and ran smack dab into a cop, and spilled all of her coffee on him, but none on herself.
"What are you doing here?" Lucy asked. "Where's Amy?"
"How about I'm sorry for spilling coffee all over you in the middle of a crime scene," He replied.
"Well, you're the one who was standing in my way and obstructing my view with that lard ass, you have there. Wait, Crime Scene? CRIME SCENE!!! WHAT THE HELL, I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING?!!!"
"Amy Bradshaw was reported kidnapped a little more than three hours ago," He told her stone faced. "Alex Bradshaw, Interpol, I'm in charge of this investigation. Amy is my younger sister, so you can imagine my surprise when I cam here this morning to find her studio ransacked, and a ransom note on the floor. For investigative purposes, I'm going to need your name, and affiliation."
Lucy dropped the coffee, and her face instantly paled over. Her brain had stopped functioning after the word 'kidnapped'.
Max suddenly came bounding through the door with hell in her eyes. "LUCY! WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU GET AMY INTO NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD, IF THIS IS LIKE THE LAST TIME WHERE YOU USED YOUR 'CONNECTIONS' TO GET THE LANDLORD TO SIGN THE PAPERS, I'LL SHOVE THIS GUN SO FAR UP YOUR ASS…" Max stopped when she noticed Lucy's expression, and Alex looking over the crime scene.
"Amy's been kidnapped," Lucy said all too quietly.
"What?" Max asked in shock.
"Give me my keys." Lucy ordered. "So help me god, if anyone thinks they can get away with this they are dead wrong! I need to stop by the house and get some supplies, and then, they die."
Max tossed Lucy her car keys and started checking her guns, and followed Lucy out of the door. "We need to stop by headquarters, and get Dom, she's going to want in on this, not to mention, we need bigger guns."
"Screw the guns, we'll use the death ray."
"NOW WAIT JUST ONE FUCKING SECOND!" Alex screamed. "I'M IN CHARGE HERE, THIS IS AN INTERNATIONAL CRIME!"
"I hate to break it to you, but this IS the end of your jurisdiction," Lucy told him while pulling her gun out of her waistband. "Now, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"
They both stormed past him and into Lucy's precious skymobile, and before Alex could even begin to run after them, her tires screeched against the pavement and they sped off.
"Hot damn." Alex whispered.