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RPOV:
I made it back to my office, still annoyed with Mike, but I did some paper work to take my mind off him. He was such a douche. In the afternoon I had a light lunch with Alice and then during my break I decided to visit the scene of the suicide.
I caught a cab to Rivington and made my way to the roof of the building on which it took place, when I reached the top I dropped my bag to the floor, took off my heels and leaned on the bars on the edge of the roof, lost in thought, then the shrill ring of my cell interrupted my thinking, it was my mother.
"Hi mom." I greeted, silently scolding her for calling, "Is this a bad time?" She asked, sensing my distress, "Well, uh, I'm actually kind of in the middle of something," I said biting my lip, "Oh! But you know what, now I have you on the phone, if you were to jump off a building, would you choose the side with the trees, or the side that's a straight shot to the cement?" I asked curiously, well, it would help me a little to figure out if it was a suicide or not, "Well, the trees would certainly be prettier on the way down, kind of like a nice last picture? But it might break your fall and you could end up as a vegetable, and I don't think I could take that on right now." She answered, I raised an eyebrow at the phone.
"So the cement?" I verified, "Definately." She said, bingo! Even my mother said the concrete, surely this wasn't a suicide? "Why'd you ask?" She said, "Well I'm on a rooftop on Rivingto-" I started to explain but she took it the completely wrong way, like she always does, "Now listen here, young lady! You have every right to hate your life, I mean my god with some of the decisions you've made but-" I stared at the phone for a few seconds until I finally stopped her ranting, "Mom!" I shouted, she stopped, "I'm working!" I stated, "... Oh." She said, embarrassed, she actually thought I was going to commit suicide! "I'll call you later." I sighed, "Oh, okay. Well just to clarify we all make mistakes honey, but you know you married a man who made you crazy then divorced him for the same reason-" She said, "Alright!" I shouted, cutting her off, geez! I did not want to talk about Emmett or the divorce right now!
EmPOV:
Well here I was, sat in a damn jail cell with that smart ass little punk and another low life. Then my saviour walked around the corner, my former police partner and good friend, Jasper Whitlock, "I'll take the big ugly one." He announced... Thanks dude. Well at least I was getting out of this dump.
A police officer escorted me out of the cell and I was met face to face with Jasper, well, more like chin to eyes, Jazz was shorter than my built 6'6 frame.
We left the station and Jazz drove to the nearest Café, "I do not like getting these phone calls." He piped up as I dug into my fries, "I'd bail you out if you ever got in trouble." I defended, "Yeah but you can't, cos you ain't a cop anymore." I suddenly turned to look at him, "And what do you mean by 'these phonecalls'? That's only the second time you've bailed me out! 'These' means way more than two." I frowned, changing the subject.
He rolled his eyes before continuing, "Look, I know this is a very tough time of the year for you-" I suddenly cut him off, "What do you mean tough? Its summer! Who doesn't love summer?" I asked, trying not to listen what he was talking about, "And I am trying to be sensitive to your situation." He added in his southern accent, "Oh, what? The guy who works his own hours, has his freedom, lives the high life?" I said sarcastically, taking another bite out of my burger, "Have you talked to her?" He finally asked, setting down his coke, "Talked to who?" I said absentmidedly, knowing exactly who, "Who do you think?" He said, rolling his eyes again, "Why the hell would I talk to her?" I smirked darkly, a weird feeling pressing in my stomach, "You know what? Maybe I shoulda left your ass in jail." He sighed in irritation, "Would you relax? I'm fine." I shrugged and stuffed another load of fries into my mouth, "No. You are not 'fine'. You are a man in pain, and how the hell do you think that makes me feel as I was the one who set you guys up?" Jazz said, looking me dead in the eye, "Well, I guess that makes this whole thing your fault." I grinned, he shoved me in the shoulder.
RPOV:
I rolled over and cracked an eye open, stretching as I did, I looked over at my alarm clock and it read 8:15 A.M. Argh! I'm going to be late!
I hopped out of bed and jumped in the shower. I washed my hair, shaved, used my favourite apricot shower gel and facewash to get rid of my invisible spots then climbed out of the shower. I quickly dried off with a towel, brushed my teeth and changed into fresh lingerie and a small black dress which came upto mid-thigh, I also slipped on my black strappy heels, not too formal but I did want to make a good impression.
I then brushed through my wavy hair and pinned it back into a messy updo, quickly applied some lipgloss, made sure I had every thing I needed in my trusty bag and grabbed a small black cardigan from my closet then rushed out of the door of my apartment, all in half an hour.
I caught a cab and I made it to the court within ten minutes, ah, five minutes to spare, not bad. I paid the driver and hopped out of the car to be met my Arthur, my lawyer, "Hello, you're late." He had a dissaproving look on his face along with a tight smile, "Fashionably." I smiled back, "You better take this seriously Miss Hale, its you against the NYPD." He scolded, I rolled my eyes, "How can I take this seriously Arthur? It's a fender bender." I said, tucking my bangs behind my ear and adjusting the strap of my bag, "Well we've got four minutes." He informed me, then I heard my cell ringing in my bag, "Oh, hold on, I gotta take this." I sighed, digging out my phone, "Four minutes." He warned, I looked up at him, "This will take one, and then we'll have three." I smiled professionally.
"Hello?" I sang into my phone, "It's Jimmy, I got somethin' for ya." My eyebrows raised, "Oh hi! Great! Listen, I need to call you back in an hour." I said, edging away from Arthur, "No Rosalie, it can't wait that long, I'm already in trouble with this shit." I bit my lip, "Oh, uh, Jimmy I'm kinda in some hot water myself over here." I whispered, "Dunkin' Dohnuts, Sunset Park under the BQE, half an hour. Bring cash. Five hundred or I'm selling it to someone else." He said bluntly, "No! Jimmy!" I pleaded but he'd already hung up, damnit!
"Okay, lets go." Arthur said, getting ready to drag me into the building, "Wait, I just have to make one more phone call." I said desperately, "Rose-" He started sternly but I cut him off, "Arthur, just go on in, I will be right behind you." I promised, he looked at me in dissaproval again, "When the judge calls your case, you better be sitting right next to me." He frowned then spun on his heel and walked into the building.
I made sure he was gone then called myself a cab, I made it to Dunkin' Dohnuts within fifteen minutes with the cash in hand, I bet I'd missed my case but this was way more important, and they could probably set another date so I wasn't worried. Just as I stepped out of the cab a black SUV swerved around the corner and Jimmy was no where to be seen...
EmPOV:
"Hey princess, you're drooling on my sofa." My younger brother Edward shouted at me, I opened my eyes to see a trail of drool below me, nice. I honestly don't understand why Edward has such a sucky job, seriously, he was smart, went to college, he could be a doctor. But he was my employer instead since I got kicked off the force. Also my mom and dad have kind of disowned me, since I emptied their bank account from gambling, not like they couldn't get it back... But apparently they still love me. They gave me hell after the divorce though, claiming that Rose was the best thing that ever happened to me, yeah, right! A huge mistake if you ask me!
And now I am officially eleven thousand dollars in debt from gambling. That's what that little jackass Eric was hassling me about, 'You owe Irene money', yeah well its gonna have to wait.
"You do have an apartment don't you? With a bed of some kind?" He asked me, I sat up and yawned, "Bella should be in any second, I suppose you wanna get paid?" Bella was Edward's long term girlfriend, she was really pretty, but almost disabled with how freakin' clumsy she was, it was hilarious to watch, and she also worked here part time, "Yeah, well, I got him didn't I?" I said, getting up and stretching.
We walked outside to Edward's Volvo, he was ranting on about Bella's parent's visiting at the weekend, he then asked me if I had any plans for the weekend, "The usual." I said disinterestedly, leaning on his car, "What? Getting drunk on cheap whisky and smashing your fist through a wall?" He asked jokingly, geez, he made me sound like a forty year old instead of a twenty seven year old!
"Jealous?" I grinned, "Naw, I understand with the fourth of july and all. Don't worry about it, I'll get someone else." He said, smiling innocently, "Somebody else for what?" I frowned at him, "An open bond just came in, but you know what, your thing sounds a lot more fun. Don't worry about it, I'll find somebody else." He said again, turning away from me, "Woah, hold up skippy, I need this gig. C'mon man, I'm in the hole!" He smirked, "You're always in the hole!" I rolled my eyes, "Whats your point?" I asked bluntly, "My point is I just don't know if you're the right person for the job, this thing could be a disaster! But you asked for it." He warned me, handing me a piece of paper, I frowned in confusion and unfolded the paper, holy shit, it was Rosalie's mug shot! My ex wife? What the fuck? No way!
"Is this a joke?" I glared at him, he smirked at me, "Nope." I just stared at him, "She got arrested?" I asked in disbelief, Rosalie got arrested? How the hell did that happen! "I don't understand it myself but all I know is that she skipped bail." He raised his eyebrow and shrugged, "Why the hell did you post it?" I asked, "Hey, I'm a business man, I haven't got time to wait for you! All I know is I'm out fifty thousand if she's not in that court room on monday." He grinned, wait, I had to get this straight, "So, you're telling me that I'll get five grand just to pick up my ex wife and bring her to jail." I said, a plan already formulating in my mind, Edward patted my shoulder, "You're a good listener!" He smiled, I stood there for a moment before laughing hysterically, holy freakin' shit! Pay back! "I take it you're interested?" He asked, "Am I interested! You are the best bro anyone could ever have!" I yelled before pulling him into a hug.
"Emmett! Check." Bella's voice came from behind me, I turned around and grinned, grabbing the check then pulling her in for a hug and practically sucking her face off before releasing her, "Okay..." She wobbled a little, looking a bit startled, "Can I have my gum back?" Oh. I took her gum from my mouth and handed it to her, "Thanks." She whispered and patted my shoulder, she then walked back into the building, "You know what this is? This baby is karma." I yelled again, "Okay, are you sure you can handle this?" Edward stared at me like I was crazy, "Why wouldn't I?" I asked in disbelief, "Because its her and around her you're not exactly rational." He grimaced, "Sweetheart, I won't even break a sweat." I grinned, "If you say so, oh and if you touch my girlfriend again, I will kill you." Edward warned, I could tell he wasn't joking, I just grinned like an idiot.
I made it back to my apartment, showered, brushed my teeth and changed into another pair of jeans and a fresh shirt, packed my equipment into my black bag and then made my way down to Rose's apartment in my blue Delta 88'. I couldn't wait to surprise her, Karma's a bitch. I pressed the button that directed to her apartment and when she didn't answer I started shoving on the door, damn it. Oh wait! I'll get in by the garden, sucker.
I jumped over the wall and landed in a dirt pile in the flowers, well that's that ruined. I opened the patio door and walked through the living room, I looked down and realised I was making footprints with the mud, I grinned and skidded across the carpet, ha! I was loving this.
I explored the rest of her house and walked into the bathroom, I decided to be a jerk and drop her toothbrush down the toilet then put it back, then I made it to her room and deleted all of her recordings on TV. Damn, I'm so evil when I want to be. I laughed at myself then pigged out on her doritos whilst watching TV.
Shit! What was that? I froze for a second then put the remote down and wiped my mouth on Rosalie's pillow. I silently got off her bed then crept down the hall way, I wonder if its Rose? If it is she's going to shit herself, I grinned to myself before taking out my gun.
I backed up against the wall as the noise was right around the corner, "Hello, love." I grinned devilishly and pointed the gun as I spun round, but it wasn't Rose at all, it was some fat jackass with his hands up! "Mike?" I asked, recognizing him, he started whimpering, "Um, I was, uh, in the neighborhood and I lent her some paintbrushes months ago-" What the hell? He was clearly lying to me, I pointed the gun at him again, "Okay! Okay!" He put his hands up and panicked, "Look, she didn't show up to court today and I think its because she has a lead on some story, and I want to work on it with her as a team because I was kind of hoping it would help solidify our-our... thing." He continued, what the fuck? "Are you... sleeping with her, Mike?" I asked, I hoped to god not, wait. Why do I care? Oh thats right, I don't!
"We have a history." He finally said, I started laughing and walking into the kitchen, "A history huh? Yeah well, good luck with that. The thing is Mike, she'll make you think she's interested in you but really, she's only interested in her big hot-shot career." I said, taking a swig of orange juice from her fridge, "Yeah, yeah." He agreed, "Oh, wait, you're Emmett! Arn't you? She talks about you all the time." He smiled, I grinned and started laughing, she probably wants me back.
"Really?" I asked, "Oh yeah, man, absolutely, she hates you." I stopped laughing. What? "Wait a minute, she hates me?" I asked in disbelief, "Oh yeah, big time. She said your selfish, immature-" I stopped him, "I'm selfish? I'm immature?" I shouted. What about her! "I dunno but thats what she says." He shrugged, "You know what, forget it." I sneered, picking up the phone, "Hey man, I'm on your team." He grinned, "No you're not Mike, I don't allow reporters on my team, and just for the record, I hate her. Now shut up and stop pissin' me off." I glared, "Okay, sorry." He shrugged, I pressed the redial button on the phone and it directed me to Regatta Hotel in Atlantic City.
"Figures, run home to mommy." I grinned as I put the phone down.
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