Authors note: so i let it flow and out came the secon chapter to the second story in the Alice Bell series. i'm not sure if i need to say this agian but i only own Alice Bell. (i don't even own the last name!)
I woke the next morning to the sound of my radio. My alarm clock will automatically play the radio station I listen to the most. I rolled out of bed lazily and took a very quick shower. As the song "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay came on the radio I got dressed for the day. The weather man said that we might have rain today, so I put on a pair of jeans and a Black Tee shirt with the words "Playing god" in large letters and "paramore" in smaller letters below it, on it, both in purple. If I hadn t been wearing a jean vest with rock and roll buttons on it over the tee shirt you would have seen the lyrics to the chorus on the back. I quickly styled my hair as my tea kettle boiled some water. My hair was black and stopped right at my shoulders, so when i curled it it was about and inch and a half off my shoulders. My bangs swept across my forehead and partly covered my left eye. I started to curl my hair. I looked quite good if I do say so myself.
I didn t have to long to admire myself because the tea kettle had started whistling. I rushed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I took the kettle off the burner and set it on a cold one. I turned of the burner and made a travel mug of earl grey tea. I went through the rest of my morning routine. I had a small bowl of cereal, brushed my teeth, then I grabbed my leather Jacket and my tea. I put my tea in my bag in this spill proof pocket I made in side. When I reached the door I absentmindedly grabbed for my keys as I checked my phone. My keys weren t there. I looked up from my phone. They weren t even on the table. I checked under the table. I checked my pockets, I checked every where. Then I found them, on my breakfast bar. I stood there for a little while. I then heard three loud beeps. I looked down at my phone again. Gary had texted me. He said I was very late. He was right. I was supposed to be at the office at 7:00 but it was about 8:00 when I rushed out the door. I passed Manny on my way out. "Hey! Alice!" He called after me angrily. I had bumped into him. Then I bumped into the desk scattering papers. "I m sorry Manny!" I called back. I had gotten to my bike. Then a thought presented itself to me. If doctor Rosin isn t going to let me do anything other than filing paper work, why am I in a hurry? I slowed down a little. I turned around and walked back into the building. "I m sorry, Manny. Let me help you pick that up." Manny had just left all the papers where they had fallen. I was just kind of in shock, I guess. I knelt down and picked up the papers around me. "Aren t you late?" he questioned me, as he knelt to help me. "No. In fact, I m early." I stated with a smirk. When we had finished I waved good bye and took my good sweet time getting to my bike.
When I arrived at the office, Rachel was in the lobby taking to her mother on her cell phone. I couldn t exactly under stand what she was saying, It was in her mother s native language. I signed a hello to her and made my way to the elevator. As the doors closed I heard her click her phone closed. I stuck my hand out to stop the doors. "Are you coming up?" I asked her. "Yes, thank you." She did a short jog in to the elevator. She was looking down at her phone. "Everything alright, Rachel?" I asked her. She looked at me like she hadn t expected me to speak. "Uh, it s nothing really and I wouldn t mind if you didn t tell Dr. Rosin," she said. I nodded. "Or Nina." She added quickly. I chuckled a little bit and then signed "I promise". It was one of the phrases I had taught her. She was the only one who really wanted to learn.
The elevator dinged. We exited the elevator and almost immediately Gary was practically jumping on me. "Your late. I sent you a text..." he took out his cell phone to check the time. "30 minutes ago. I sent you the text a half hour ago. Your late and you shouldn t be." He finished in his monotone voice, and just like that he turned away from us and made his way back to his office. "yeah," Rachel agreed. "Why are you late?" I shrugged and continued to walk towards the lunch room. "I just um woke up late. Actually Gary s text woke me up, so..." I trailed off. Okay I know I lied through my teeth, and I really shouldn t lie to Rachel. For Christ s sake, she s a walking lie detector! but if she had sensed that I was lying she didn t give any indication. I walked quickly into the lunch room. "You re late." stated Bill plainly, not even looking up from the sports section of the news paper. "I know that." I said in just as plain a voice, as I walked over to the fridge and too out a water bottle. "Going to tell me why?" he asked as plain as ever. "Nope." I answered. "Okay then" bill said. "Who won last night?" I asked him as I sat down across the table from him. He looked up from the paper, just for two seconds to say flatly, "I don t want to talk about it." He put the paper back up. The team Bill supports probably lost. We sat there. He read some more paper, I sipped my water. Finally he sighed. He folded the paper and put it down. "What is it?" Bill said as plainly as before. I broke our plainness and practically whined "Why won t Dr. Rosin let me go on missions with you guys? ". I was waving my hands. Sometimes I wonder if my hands were tied behind my back, would I even be able to talk. Bill sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. "You got shot last week.." he started. "I really wish people would stop saying that. I mean how long was that guy out from the field after you broke his clavicle?" The last part caught his attention. He gave me an angry/questioning look. "Gary told me." I said boringly."Ah". Bill stated as he sat back in his chair again. "Other than that I don t know why Rosin won t put you in the field" He finished with a sigh. I stood up and pushed my chair back in. I looked around the room. I was clearly annoyed and trying to plan a course of action. "Why don t you go ask him yourself?" Bill suggested seeing that I was irritated. "I should just go on and do that, shouldn't i, Billie-boy" I said with a big sarcastic tone and smile. Then I said irritated "I ve tried. But then he just gets that therapist voice and starts asking me Questions." Gary walked in and when he heard the back half of my sentence he said "DCIS. You don t ask the questions, we ask them. that's what you should say." I put on a smile and nodded. "Thanks, Gare" . I said. He smiled, as he was happy he could help. He continued to the fridge. "I don t know what else to do, Bill". I said after Gary had left the room. "About what?" asked Hicks as he walked in. He walked over to the coffee machine. It had to be the oddest looking one I ve ever seen. It didn t even have any buttons. "The Doc still won t let me in on any of the missions." i sighed. "Is that why you were ease dropping yesterday?" before I could make a witty remark, he held up a finger in a be quite for a second gesture. "Ice coffee, cream, no sugar, light on the ice." He stated. What the hell? Does he expect it to make itself? Then just like that, the machine let out a stream of dark liquid, and then a shorter stream of milk. "Enjoy you beverage, Cameron." The machine stated in a robot like voice. Hicks came over and sat down next to us. "Besides, you did just get..." he started. "ENOUGH with the "you just got shot" thing! Seriously!" I puffed. I sat down heavily. "I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted," Hicks said, then paused to take a sip from his coffee. "You did just get back. You know, to New York." He took another sip. "So?" I questioned. "Maybe he wants to give you time to catch up with old friends, see how everyone turned out. See how the city has changed and stuff like that." He took another sip. "Bill, the humming is back again." Gary said as he entered the Room. "Hi, Hicks." He added. Then he thought for a minute. "Hicks, Maybe you could help me again?" Gary said to Hicks. "Again?" asked Bill, turning in his seat to looked at Hicks head on. "What did you do?" Bill was looking at hicks. Hicks quickly got up and said, "Come on Gary." Hicks hurried Gary and himself out of there. Bill looked at me for an explanation. I shrugged and said "Don t look at me, I kinda have my own problems at the minute." I got up to leave. As I made my way to my office I thought about what Hicks had said. Maybe I should catch up with my old friends. Especially Laura. I had an extremely over due apology to make to her, well she was the one who shot me, so i wonder if we're even. (Check introducing Alice Bell ) I wasn t sure I was ready for that one yet. In stead of going into my office, I made a sharp right and walked down the hall into Dr. Rosin s office. "Well hello, Alice. I believe you are quite late this morning." Dr. Rosin said. "Yep, so every one tells me." I said. I leaned against the door frame. "That s very irresponsible." He said. He folded his hands in front of himself on the desk. "Apparently so." I agreed. "look, Alice, I know you aren t here for me to tell you what you did wrong..." he started. "Oh you got that right." I said nodding. I moved into the room and plopped down onto the couch. He cleared his throat. "I know you aren t here for me to tell you what you did wrong..." this time he paused to see if I had any other input. When he saw I didn t he said, "So why are you here?" I sighed. "Both you and I know that I m no more use to you here than anywhere else. I mean, I m filing old paper work, putting them on discs and downloading them onto a computer, and that s all well and great, but, there isn t anything else to do. The files are all done, so I m just waiting around for you to clear me for field work..." this time he interrupted me. "Alice, if you re here to ask for field work, my answer is still the same." I sighed. "I know that Dr. Rosin. I was just saying, maybe I could go." "Go?" he asked me, surprised. "Yes, go. As in, leave. Adios. Sayonara. Chao. See ya. I just want to go do something productive, like, get my bearings of the city back, see some old friends,..." "Like Laura?" he interrupted me. I looked down. "Look, I m asking to leave, doesn t mean I necessarily need you permission." I said He put his hands up in a mock surrender. "Okay. But keep in contact, in case we need you for anything" He stated. "like what more paper work." he looked at me in a "really" way. "I always have my phone on and with me." I told him with a sigh, and with that I left his office, then I left the building. "Where to begin, Alice?" I asked my self, as I made my way to my motorcycle. "Where to begin?"
After thought: Thank you fishypop5 for commenting, and the encouragement. i'm working one a oneshot that's kind of like a side adventure. it will be up soon. You know the drill. R&R