Private Eyes & Public Knowledge!
Summary: Brooke Davis is 26 and runs a private detective agency along with her brother Nathan. She catches cheaters for a living... she was never supposed to become one. But when she met Haley James she broke all her own rules and the rules of others too. Baley! AU!
IF YOU DON'T LIKE GIRL/GIRL I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE! SORRY BUT LEARN TO DEAL OR FIND THE DOOR! I do hope that people will have an open mind though! (but I did put this warning in chap one so you either didn't read it or are a little curious... don't worry I don't judge. Enjoy coz let's face it it's kinda hot! Lol!)
I have a basic destination but as for the road I take that's still undecided. Basically I'm making this up as I go but I hope you like it.
Chapter 2! The Five Reactions You Get When Telling Someone Their Significant Other Is Cheating!
There are five main reactions you get when you tell someone that their husband/wife/father/mother/brother/sister/boyfriend/girlfriend/other (tick as appropriate) has been cheating/stealing/pregnant/getting a divorce/seeing your best friend behind your back/screwing their secretary/has a second family/other (tick as appropriate too).
There is:
The Teary Breakdown. 'How could she/he/they... sob sob tear tear, deep breath and some more sobs and tears do this to me?' more tears and then they will proceed to cling to me... and tell me they were happy, explain their wedding day/good moments in their lives. (Trust me, not my favourite option.)
The Angry Freak Out. Red faced, fuming, smoke coming from their ears 'HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME?' this will then be followed by anger ramblings about everything they gave up for the other person/everything they had promised each other/the horrible times they shared and reasons why he/she/they were a horrible person, why they could do a lot better, how they had opportunities to but didn't. Sometimes there will even be something thrown or me shaken. (Again not my favourite option.)
The Disbelieving Meltdown. shaking their heads back and forth again and again extremely fast (yes it does make me dizzy most of the time) 'No, no, no he/she/they wouldn't/couldn't/didn't do this to me. Trick photography. You did it just to get money from me. (This could then lead to the Angry Freak Out, not a good choice.) if it doesn't go into the Angry Freak Out this route will continue down Denial river.
'It must have just been a onetime thing, she/he/it must have seduced him/her/them. He/she/they love me. He/she/they would never do this to me. (this might lead to the Teary Breakdown, eww. Please don't.) then they'll probably leave numb and still Disbelieving. FACE IT HE/SHE/THEY DID DO THIS TO YOU. DEAL WITH IT!
The Never Ending Questions Approach. This is where the person was fully aware that their significant other/person in question was cheating/stealing/being a general jerk but wanted proof or someone to talk to about it. After showing them the proof they will then begin to ask, what will I do now? Should I move out or kick them out? I should break up with them shouldn't I? What do I do about the kids/dog/cat/couch? Why do you think he/she/they cheated/stole/lied/was a jackass? Is it me? What does he/she have that I don't? Could I have done anything to stop this? Were there signs? (At this point I will be calculating whether or not I could jump out the window and if the fall would kill me or if I beat myself to death with that paper weight over there would you notice? I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW AND REALLY DON'T CARE ALL THAT MUCH! Please go find a shrink and tell them all your problems or at the very least PAY ME.)
And finally there is the Desperate I'm Still Sexy If They Can Cheat I Can Cheat Too Mentality: THIS IDEA IS A NO-NO... unless you're hot. But even then we'd both end up feeling used and cheap and dirty and you really wouldn't have any reason to be mad at the person in question the morning after because you did the same thing the night before... granted to a lesser degree it was meaningless 'help-me-I'm-vulnerable-and-needy-revenge-sex'. You may be attractive but it's not going to help you tomorrow. This is by far the most amusing option as well as being the saddest in some if not most cases.
All of these choices are predicted and as petty and shallow as this is me and Nathan have a game, within five minutes of meeting the prospective burned lover or whoever the hell they are we have to choose which one of the five categories they would fit into. I have to admit that I'm amazingly good at this. It's not like I'm bragging but reading people is something I'm good at... that's why I always kick ass at poker. We don't usually play poker together anymore, I've taught Bevin a bit and she's ok, she gives away too much but. She has an honest face that's all. Skills can't read people well, definitely not me or Nate anyway. Peyton's never really cared for poker, she's never really been able to remember what to do when let alone how to read people. Jake's ok, too safe for my likely though he's not really into it, quite honestly he'd much rather prefer to hang out with Peyton on the couch and watch us all muck about. My only real competition is Nate, he knows it too. I'd like to think I'm better, we're probably the same actually. We play sometimes just for kicks, this is however not the point. The point of that long ramble is I'm good at reading people so I can usually guess what reaction I'll get from who I need to break news too. Anyway...
Today I checked my appointment book and found I had appointments with Mrs D'Angelo who husband is sleeping with his new secretary, Mr Emerson to tell him that yes his new bride is sleeping with her ex-boyfriend, Mrs Alexander to give her the news that Olivia, Susan, Theresa and Elizabeth are her husband's 'late night meetings', Natalie Freedman to explain that her now pregnant best friend Melinda has been screwing her fiancé Jack for the past few months and that there is a rather larger possibility that dear old Jacky boy is the father to mini Mel and I also need to tell Carly Simpson that yes there is another woman, and it's her because her dreamy older boyfriend Rick has a wife called Leah, two little boys, Connor, 7 and Sam 5 and a daughter, Amelia, 10.
Life is wonderful isn't it?
Mrs DeAngelo was the Angry Freak Out, I'd pegged her as the Teary Breakdown but it hadn't happened that way at all.
"Mrs DeAngelo I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but it appears that your husband is in fact cheating on you but not with the woman from the gym, instead he's sleeping with his secuatary." I said to the ageing blonde sitting across from me. I reached into the drawer and pulled out some folders, the one marked DeAngelo and pulled out the photos that showed Mrs DeAngelo just what business mergers her husband was conducting late at night for the past few weeks. I braced myself expecting an emotional breakdown, instead what I got was steam coming out of her ears before the blow out. Mrs DeAngelo was definitely like a volcano.
"HE DARE HE! After everything I've done for him. I worked three jobs when he first opened that business, I put away all my dreams for his, I was the one who paid our way for the first five years of our marriage and most of the years before then. He was dirt broke when we first met. I got married at a courthouse in a $20 dress, he wore shorts and took me to KFC for our wedding dinner for God's sake." Mrs DeAngelo yelled.
"Well he's certainly going to get the shock of his life when he comes home to all his precious sport medals melted down into a new dog bowl for Monty won't he. Who really cares who came first in some EATING CONTEST. It's not even a sport. And all his precious Armani suits, we'll they'll be perfect to line Monty's new dog bed... his golf clubs... I wonder what would happen if I ran over them in his precious Bentley, that'll look good at the bottom of our pool won't it?"
All I could do was smile and nod tightly.
"Him and his precious little bimbo should be very happy together, I'll take him for everything he's got. That bastard. That insufferable bastard." Mrs DeAngelo raged some more. After telling me about how she could have had her choice of men and still could and how she was way too good for Mr DeAngelo, Mrs DeAngelo left.
Mr Emerson was the Teary Breakdown, I'd put him down as either the Angry Freak Out or the Desperate I'm Still Sexy If They Can Cheat I Can Cheat Too Mentality.
Mr Emerson's new wife had started seeing her ex-boyfriend. Mr Emerson was a high school science teacher named Samuel and he seemed to be a really nice guy, his young bottled blonde wife Dianne seemed to have stepped out of the pages of Playboy and her ex-boyfriend, who was a body builder or wrestler or something was definitely missing some IQ points and named Blaine.
It kind of sucked to have to be the one to tell him about his wife and her lover's weekly meeting at the Blue Diamond hotel, by the way what is cheating lovers and the Blue Diamond hotel? Mrs. Jenson and her lover Mr. Smith, Chase and whoever the hell he was with behind my back, Mr. Alexander and late night business associates Olivia, Theresa, Elizabeth and Susan... Now this guy's gold digging bimbo and her meathead body builder boyfriend. Is there like a cheating lover special?
"I'm really sorry but there really is no other explanation for your wife's behaviour. Not after the photos I have." I told him.
"Let me see them." He said his voice breaking.
"Are you sure?" I asked but I was already reaching for the drawer I kept the photos in. I spread out the photos in chronological order showing the events that took place on each Wednesdays for the past two months, like a little flip book.
An adulterous blonde, big boobed, tanned slutty sex-up-against-a-wall with bronzed muscled dumber-than-a-brick high-on-steroids flip book. Also comes in the making out in public step by step guide again featuring adulterous blonde, big boobed, tanned slutty ex wife with bronzed muscled dumber-than-a-brick high-on-steroids.
I watched him look over all the pictures and braced myself for either a lot of yelling and screaming about how she's a no good tramp who he wasted four years of his life with and millions of his pay checks on and how he's going to kill them both... or at the very least a couple of bad pick up lines and him hitting on me.
Instead I looked over to find him shaking, not with rage but with tears. It was kind of sad, really sad actually. Ten minutes later he was still crying and I was getting bored. He'd used up all my tissues and was still sobbing like a little girl, it had been about an hour. Get over it your new playboy bunny wife is a cheating hoe and has been screwing someone with a IQ of half a peanut and who's biggest accomplishment is being able to skull a six pack of beer in less than two minutes.
It sucks move on and deal with it. Or at least go a cry in a dark room ALONE for god's sake. Be normal. Sure look through your wedding album, watch your wedding video and try to pinpoint the exact moment everything went wrong, go through your text messages and voice messages and over analyse them, leave angry messages on her phone, throw her stuff out of your second story window onto the lawn below and turn the sprinklers, shred all her clothes into little bits and pieces and send them to her.
Just do it all away from me.
Honestly he could at least get mad and go find the guy who's been screwing his 'one and only love'. But no he didn't. That would probably create more problems than it solved for him. Examples, broken fingers and knuckles, a concussion or just humiliation. After another 15 minutes he left. Thank god. But only because I paged myself and told him to was the most important phone call ever.
Mrs Alexander was the Never-ending Questions Approach I figured that one. No matter whether or not I'd picked it, it still annoyed the hell out of me.
"I'm really sorry to be the one to tell you this but your sister was right, your husband hasn't been working late for the past few weeks, well not every night anyway." I explained and showed her the photos of Susanne, Elizabeth, Theresa and Olivia all in rather compromising positions with her husband. I felt really bad to have to show her that her husband was a cheating bastard but she needed to know. The sooner the better. If I had someone to tell me long before I gave Chase my heart that he'd end up being a cheating lying scum of the earth nothing nobody loser going nowhere fast drunk dickhead I would have thanked them greatly.
Too bad for me.
Good job I'm here for Mrs Alexander. So maybe she won't thank me straight away for ruining her fairytale life and popping her perfect bubble, I wouldn't have thanked the person who told me either. Not at first.
But later I would have and later I'm sure she will thank me too.
"Why would he do that to me?" Mrs Alexander asked. "What did I do wrong? Who are all these women? Where does he find them? Do they know about me?"
And I sighed knowing I had to answer them.
"He's done it because he's a jackass and thought he could get away with it, you didn't do anything wrong at all, he did. Susanne Richmond, Elizabeth Linderman, Theresa Rollins and Olivia Grayson. I don't know where he found them or if they know about you are not." I explained.
"Do you think he'll ever come back to me? What do you think I should do if he does come back? Should I see other people? What about my wedding rings? What should I tell my family? How about our friends? Do you think everybody knew but didn't tell me?"
There were a lot more questions to come, I knew this but even then after only a minute or two her voice was quickly becoming one of the most annoying sounds I ever have or ever will hear in my entire life.
"What made him stop loving me?" and she began to cry, it was then Mrs Alexander's voice became THE most annoying sound I ever have, had or will have heard in my entire life. But I couldn't just kick her out of my office or do anything stupid like roll my eyes, a habit which I have to admit happens to get me into trouble sometimes. Instead I faked my interested 'I really am listening and taking in every word you say, I care about you' face.
Do you think there are other girls?
Will he keep doing this in the future?
What would happen if I got back together with him?
Do you think he'd come back if I was pregnant?
Is it because we don't have kids?
Have I pressured him too much?
Were there other girls before these ones?
Do you think he's serious about any of them?
Are you sure they weren't just one night stands?
Do you think he could have been drunk and they could have seduced him?
Do you think it's me?
What do you think he sees in them?
Do you think if I was like them he'd like me?
What didn't I do for him?
Was he getting bored of me?
Will he ever love me again?
Will anyone ever love me again?
Am I unlovable?
OH MY GOD! I HAVE NO FREAKIN IDEA AND QUITE FRANKLY I DON'T CARE!
Finally she left but not before the question I still think about:
Is true love even out there? Is it real? Does it exist?
I don't know but I really hope so.
Surprisingly Natalie Freedman was the Desperate I'm Still Sexy If They Can Cheat I Can Cheat Too Mentality.
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this Miss Freedman," I began my spiel.
"You can call me Natalie." Natalie told me so I did.
"Natalie, I don't like having to tell you that I think your fiancé is the father of your best friend's baby or that I know they've been having an affair behind your back for a while." I said.
"What?" Natalie asked.
"I'm really sorry." I said showing her the pictures. Natalie's eyes almost bulged out of her head as she flicked through all the photos I had of her cheating lover and backstabbing newly pregnant best friend.
"That little cheating bastard. He's such a dick. I hate that little cheating weasel." Natalie raged.
I could just nod, I mean everything she seemed to have said was true I guess.
"And her, after everything we've been through together, i mean how could she do this to me?" Natalie asked and for one terrifying second i thought she'd become another Never-Ending Question Approach. I would not have been able to handle that. Not two in one day, espeacially not right after each toher. But then she stopped with the questions.
"We've been best friends since kindergarten." She told me and i was expecting a Teary Breakdown from her on in.
"That little bitch." The anger reared up again but luckily her ranting stopped there.
"Well um that's all i have but it's more than enough." I told her.
"You know you're rather pretty." She said suddenly and i was confused.
"Thank-you?" I said hesitantly.
"He always used to try and get me to kiss other women. Well his loss right?" And she looked at me strangely. Crap i know that look, i get it a lot. I didn't mean to brag then but let's face it guys find my 'assets' basically my boobs and ass to be attractive. Some girls do too i guess.
"Um... Miss Freedman -" I said trying to get away from the subject of me and her getting revenge of her boyfriend.
"Call me Natalie." Natile said and smiled.
"Listen you're a very attractive girl -" i started.
"So are you." Natile said reaching out for his hand.
"But i'm really not into you like that and also even if we did i don't think you'd feel any better and i'd just end up being used to hurt your now ex-boyfriend." I told her. After a few more minutes of her trying to get me into bed and me trying to get her out of my office i finally succeeded while she did not.
It was weird to me that Natalie Freedman was the Desperate I'm Still Sexy If They Can Cheat I Can Cheat Too Mentality, let alone the fact that she was a woman because that didn't exactly weird me out. I'd never really thought about it... I mean she was attractive but... well I guess girls came on to me as well as guys, it never has bothered me, I've just never acted on it... I liked guys right? I mean Chase... well Chase turned out to be a bastard but I'd never dated a girl before... in college I'd fooled around once or twice with friends, just making out. It was funny. But I'd never dated a girl... I wasn't into them like that... was I? I dated plenty of guys, Nathan was right though they were all jackasses.
It was too weird I was thinking about it still, I guess it'll be a funny story to tell over dinner with everyone. Wouldn't it?
And lastly Carly Simpson was the Disbelieving Meltdown, slightly understandably.
"I'm sorry Miss Simpson but the man you've been seeing, Rick Jones is actually seeing someone else." I said.
"I knew it." Carly said. "But how could he?"
'Crap, no, no, no there can not be another Teary Breakdown.' I thought. 'Time to bring out the big guns.'
"He's actually married." I said.
"Oh My God." Carly cried out.
"With two kids." And the hits just kept on coming for Carly, granted i'm the one giving them to her but i'll do anything to stop the tears and not in a good way, in a please don't start crying or i'll kill myself kinda way.
"That can't be true." Carly said.
"Unfortunatley it is." I told her and showed her the pictures.
"What are their names?" Carly asked. Now this was just getting sad, i didn't want to prolong this for her. Taking a deep breath i told her.
"Amelia, Conner and Sam." And i showed her the photos of Rick being the perfect dad, attending soccer games, basket ball games and playing with the kids in the yard. Carly started to cry and i prayed she'd get a hold of herself so as not to turn into a Teary Breakdown.
"How old are they?" She asked.
"Amelia's 10, Conner's 7 and Sam's 5." And i pointed each child out to her.
"Is that his wife?" Carly asked pointing to the beautiful brunette Leah who was smiling, standing near the edge of one shot as she watched her husband and children play together in their front yard.
"Yes, it is. Her name's Leah." I said and handed her some tissues.
"But it can't be true." Carly said desperately.
"I'm afraid it is." I said feeling really sorry for her.
"Not, it can't be. It's not. You're just saying that to get me to pay you." Carly satnding looking angry.
'Thank God.' I thought. 'At least she's not crying anymore.'
"No i'm not." I told her moving the pictures over to her closely. "These are the pictures."
"You've photoshopped them." Carly told me matter-of-factly.
Yep, definately a Disbeliving Meltdown, i don't really blame her for going down that root, i would too. I did even. Only for a week until i realised how pathetic it was.
"No i didn't." I told her.
"Yes you did and i'm not paying you." Carly said.
I busted my ass in a car at two in the morning in the cold, heat, sun, wind, rain, sometimes snow and once hail. To get them the pictures of their loved one caught in the backwards cowboy position or the traditional screwing someone other than my wife/husband/boyfriend/girlfriend, or there's doggy style or maybe in the back seat of a car or up against a wall. I will tell you straight out that these are not Kodak moments, wedding pictures, family snaps, holiday memories or anything cute/warm/fuzzy/or Awww-worthy AT ALL. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to go into a photo shop and ask for my rolls of film to be developed. I'm so glad we invested in a dark room. Yes sometimes I still use film, I have a digital SLR too so the film isn't that much of an issue now, I just have to sterilise my computer and eyes after printing them.
"I don't care if you believe me or not but it's true, sooner or later you'll realise that and you'll also realise what an idiot you're being. But you will pay me... if you don't i'll see you in court." I said standing up. she looked up at me shocked and i ploughed out.
"It's terrible what's happened to you, trust me i know, i even was in your position once." I said, i decided to leave out the fact that it was rather recently. "I even acted like you are now until i realised that it was true."
Carly just sat there, her mouth moving up and down like a fish.
"Now you can keep the photos if you'd like, i've looked at them enough, i did not photoshop them , your boyfriend is married and has three kids, he's not a nice guy but you'll get over that eventually and you'll find someone who's worth you. But right now you'll go home cry, ring up girlfriends and bitch get drunk, break up with the bastard and be a better person for it. You'll also pay me $350 for it." I told her and she left a shocked mess. As she left my anger did too and i felt achingly sympathetic for her.
In order to get rid of this feeling i decided to play decoy for a night, normally i get Bevin or Peyton to come help me so i can get sound and pictures while chatting up an adulterer but tonight i just wanted to let go of everything. I dressed as slutty as i could without looking like a hooker and fitted the mic in my bra before heading off to a bar i knew a cheating husband from a case me and nathan was working frequented.
"Hey there gorgeous." Mr Harris said as she slid into the bar stool next to me.
"Hi handsome." I said.
"Can i get you a drink?" he asked.
"Perfect timing." I said as i swallowed the rest of my martini, it was my third of the night because he was last from work. At least that part of the lie he'll tell his wife is true. I could see the tan line from his wedding ring on his left ring finger as he paid the bartender for my fourth drink. The ring was probably in his pocket.
Some more bad pick up lines, some more alcohol and i agreed to go up to his hotel room. It was stupid i know, leaving them the guy is never part of the plan but i didn't give a damn anymore. I'd had a few martini's and he was kinda cute. On the way to his room i was begining to have second thoughts but then he kissed me and it was ook, at least i was feeling something apart from numbness, so i kissed back and we continued to his room. We went inside and he kissed me again, there was no spark but sparks weren't what i was looking for now was it. Then there was banging at the door. Begrudegingly he answered it and Nathan barged into the room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked annoyed as reality hit me.
"I could ask you the same thing." He said and he looked annoyed, rightfully so. But he looked concerned and disappionted at the same time, that was worse but what really did me in was the fact he looked kind of pityfull at me.
"What's going on here?" Mr Harris asked confused as ever.
"What's going on is that you're cheating on your wife." Nathan said. Mr Harris was shocked. "And we're leaving."
Nathan grabbed he and took me out of the hotel and into his car. We drove in silence mostly until we stopped at a red light, the third of our drive home.
"What the hell was that Brooke?" Nathan asked me.
"Nothing." I said looking out the window.
"It sure didn't look like nothing." nathan retorted and i was silent.
"You know better than that." He said.
"Better than what?" i asked being childish.
"Better than to go up to a hotel room with a guy you've just met. Espeacially a guy we're tailing." Nathan said and i shrugged, folding my arms across my chest.
"I know it's hard for you with Chase and everything." Nathan began.
"Oh for God's sake this isn't about him ok? Can;t something just me about me for once?" I asked annoyed and got out of the car as soon as Nathan parked it. I slammed the door.
"Fine then it's about you. Why the hell were you that stupid?" Nathan asked.
"Damnitt Nathan stop it ok? Just stop it. I don't need a lecture alright?" i said storming off up the stairs to my apartment. Nathan followed like i knew he would i wasn't really mad at him, just myself. Maybe the world actually. Once we were inside i stormed into my room while Nathan settled in on the couch to watch a basketball game.
A while later after getting changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt and taking off my make-up, undoing my hair and pulling it up into a pony tail i walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water. I was actually really tired.
"I'm not mad at you." I said as i grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
"I know you're not." Nathan said looking up from the TV.
"You're right i was stupid." I said as i walked to the couch.
"I know, i'm just looking out for you." He said.
"I know that too." I said as i filled up my glass. "I just feel numb and i wanted to feel something, i thought maybe he could give that too me."
"Brooke." Nathan began.
"Nate i know you're there i know you care, i know Bevin does, and Peyton, and jake, and Skills and everyone but i don't want to talk." I said and took a sip of water as Nathan nodded.
"Ok then." He said.
"I'm tired, iu'm going to crash now, feel free to stay the night." i told nathan.
"I was going to whether you said so or not and you know it." Nathan smiled. I smiled back.
"Tape the game for me." I said and he nodded.
"Already am." He said.
"Night." i said and began to walked to my room.
"We're supposed to catch cheaters." Nathan said. "Not become them Brookie, please remember that, just keep careful."
"Ok, Night Nathan." I said and continued to my room.
"Night Brooke." Nathan called back.
I lay in bed and tried to sleep, i'd been so stupid tonight. But through it all I couldn't stop thinking about Haley James and wondering which category she would fit into, she didn't seem to be the type to cry she knew she just wanted proof so she could divorce him, she wouldn't be angry I don't think, i mean she's cheated on him before and she almost knows he's cheating on her... it wouldn't be rational and Haley did strike me as a rational woman, it's hard to believe she'd have a disbelieving meltdown, I'd hardly believe she'd ask me a million pointless whiney questions... no Haley seemed to be very cool, calm and collected. She was level headed and would know what to do. So that left the Desperate I'm Still Sexy If They Can Cheat I Can Cheat Too Mentality but that didn't seem to sit right either.. Haley wasn't desperate as far as i knew, not that i knew much.
Maybe Haley was the exception to me and Nathan's rules... but that's not possible. That's not at all possible because me and Nathan had the rules for a reason, everybody fit into a category, it's what I knew, something I could count on. Without it I don't have anything I know for sure.
So she'd have to be in the Desperate I'm Still Sexy If They Can Cheat I Can Too Mentality even though she already has cheated and even though she's not the desperate type. It was like the game small children play where you have to push shapes through holes, only this time it was a hexagon and the holes offered were a square, a triangle, a circle, a rectangle and a star. None of them fit, but it didn't matter the hexagon was now smashed rather crudely into the circle hole.
That was how it was going to be, Haley in the Desperate I'm Still Sexy If They Can Cheat I Can Too Mentality and the hexagon in the circle hole, because i couldn't chake the thoughts of Haley or the weird feelings about Haley or Nathan's advice or warning to me, we're supposed to catch cheaters... not become them.
What did you think? Worth the wait?
Weird i know.
I'm sorry it took my ages and some of it's rushed but i just wanted to get it posted now. I like it.
Also i know there wasn't any Baley in there but there will be more soon.
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