So, yes, almost a full year since the last one, but seeing as I have a whole lot on my plate in terms of, well, almost everything in my life, never late than never, as invisible people say.
And this will be the kickoff of the third annual Valentine's fic-a-tion! (I think I'll probably stick with that name for the whole span of the stories posted near Valentine's day) I already have at least a few different stories set up, plus the four or so chapters for this one.
So, here you go!
Jackson started to run down the snow covered tracks of the streets of Moscow, Russia. He turned a corner, with the intention of doubling back, trying to find someway of getting on the metro green line to Patriarshy Prudy without being noticed. He knew he should have tried to have check the streets the moment him and Leese found a safehouse for themselves in that district. 'Well', Jackson thought, 'I managed to procured the safe house from a nice couple. Newly weds. And given that they weren't high profile, it's quite amazing they managed to have found us!'
'Vse koncheno Rippner! Vykhodite s podnyatymi rukami!' He heard the agents shout to him, signally that he's been caught. He exhaled a harsh breath, closing his tired eyes, and turned around.
'We said hands in the air, Ripper!' Jackson heard one of the woman's voices yelling at him.
Jackson, bemused, raised his hands, surprised to see his left hand being occupied by a blood stained knife, and also of the strange clothing the officers are wearing, namely that they don't have the correct uniforms of grey coated, wooly hatted Moscow police nor of those of the Company. They seem more like they came out of those period dramas.
'Ahh, haven't I told you Constable, never underestimate me.' A well dressed woman, in a dress that screams Victorian, walked toward him, with a man that he can't seem to get a clear view of his face, even though they were walking towards him. It didn't matter. What did was the woman's strong resemblance to Leese. 'Underestimation leads towards a rude awaking, as you know.'
He's been drugged, hallucinations, that's all, Jack rationalized.
Leese's eyes narrowed at him. 'Is catching Jack the Ripper good enough to allow my good friend, Cynthia Watson to join with me?' She asked of the Constable, allowing a hint of a smug smile that seemed completely alien to Jackson.
'It deserves a lot more than just 'good', Detective!' The Constable layed a hand onto Leese's shoulder. 'You shall have the honor and respect of my entire force !'
Jackson doesn't know why, or how, but the next few words that came out of his mouth alerted him to the fact that he's in the middle of deep REM sleep.
'You uncouth woman, yearning to be a man, aren't you?' Jackson gritted his teeth but the damage was done.
Lisa gave him a tight lipped smile. 'Yearning to live life in imprisonment, aren't you?' She pulled out a large piece of paper. 'For the murders of Jessica Spencer, Claire Abshire, Inez Pender, Paige Collins, Irene Adler, Regina George, and of course,' In a blink of his eyes, Lisa's eyes glowed red, narrowed at him. 'Lisa Reisert!' She shouted at the top of his lungs.
He slowly opened his eyes as he stretched outwards, groaning out. 'No more Sherlock Holmes before bed.' He took a deep breath, before slowly standing up, heading towards his laptop. Moving the little red ball in the center of the G, H and B, the screen turned on, revealing the desktop. Jackson clicked on a shortcut icon, that read, 'Teddy bear cam'.
He waited as the application load, his mind wandering to the bits and pieces of the dream that he had. 'Short of a wormhole in the space time continuum, it's not something to be worked up about.' Rubbing the bags out of his eyes, his eyes lit up as he saw the warm glow of Leese's room and her brown door, with a poster of a strange American band. 'Embracing your fun side Leese, how interesting.'
As the bear was facing the door, Jackson could only hear Leese getting ready, by virtue of the small microphone in the bear, and the Beatles's 'Eleanor Rigby'. 'Bit dreary for a going out song.'
As there isn't anything of note for the moment, Jackson took the moments of peace of peruse over the file he has on Lisa's friend, Matt, who's taking her to a reading from a Pablo something, it didn't really matter to him. What did is how happy Lisa sounds, the random giggles and occasional teddy bear dances. If it wasn't for Matt's file, noting him as Asexual, his eyesight would green tinted at this point.
His eyes shifted to the camera, as he heard some knocks at the door.
"Just a second!" Lisa shouted, coming into the frame of the camera, only to disappear as she exited her bedroom door.
Jackson yawned as he turned up the volume on his computer. It might be two in the morning for him, but for her, the night just started.
Lisa smoothed down her violet pink long sleeved shirt as she headed towards the door, happiness bubbling within her.
"Who is it?" She asked, hoping that it'll be her friend.
"Candygram!" The English voice shouted to her. "Better open up, the jelly babies are getting impatient!"
She open her locks to reveal Matt, beaming at her. "We should really get going, it's going to start in half an hour, and we have to try and get the best seats."
Lisa's eyes sweep over his choice of semi casual clothes, with the tweed jacket. "Trying to look like a professor already?"
"I think I look quite distinguished."
Lisa tried her best to hold in her laughter. "I'll get my things, then we can go." She walked away, the boots, that Cynthia gave her for Christmas, made a slight jingle with it's silver accessories.
Jackson watched out of the camera of the entrance of Lisa's apartment as she and her friend left the building. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't provide any sound.
Yawning once more, he turned off the application, and the laptop, closing it gently. He squinted, through the lights of barely dawn London to find his bed. With him being on probation from the Company, he barely had enough money to spend on the mini cameras for the heart pen and the bear, and after the incident with the rubbish bin from the latter, he's not able to get a complete view of Lisa's life. The file he had of Matt was because of a favour he called in.
He placed the pillow behind his head, doing his breathing exercises, as his Company enforced therapist had told him to. 'Relax, in just a few hours, you're going to see Dr. Coleman, and you're going to be deemed fit to be off probation and ready for retirement. Just relax...'
Russian: You are under arrest, Rippner! Come out with your hands up!
So, if there's anyone still around in the Red Eye fandom, can you tell me what you think in the review button? Would be more than greatly appreciated.