What To Do Now

Author's Note: It has been months since I last wrote, but I'll try to get back into doing this. Enjoy.

Mike and Marcus are driving around in Mike's Ferrari and they were discussing things.

"Mike, why did you have to offer help to your ex?" Marcus said, still a little annoyed.

"Marcus, I don't know," said Mike, while driving. "I just like to think of this as helping an old friend or something. Besides, she said that her boyfriend was dealing in drugs. We are narcotics cops, aren't we?"

"Yeah, Mike, but don't get shit twisted here," said Marcus, trying to talk some sense. "Maybe it's just me, but I somehow get the feeling that you are not over Julie. Could that be why you're helping her?"

"Marcus, please," said Mike, after stopping at a red light. "I had not seen Julie in years before today. We were together for almost 2 and a half years, that is close to three years. I am in love with Syd now, we have been together for over two years now and you know as well as I do that I have not been in too many long-term relationships. Julie just wants help and since we have helped her before, it's best that she relies on two cops who she already knows."

The light then turned green and the two were off.

"Yeah, but Captain Howard wanted us to work on this case involving all of the drugs coming in," said Marcus. "There ain't no fucking way that we are working on both. Besides, when we first helped Julie, it was mostly because Max was killed and she was friends with her, not to mention that the guy who killed Max was the main guy who were after. Remember? There might not even be a connection."

"Yeah, I remember, partner," said Mike. "but think of it this way, with all of these drugs coming in, it is possible that Julie's boyfriend could have something to do with this. Maybe he ain't so innocent like she says he is."

"Mike, all I can say is that you better stay on a professional level with this one," said Marcus. "Besides, you two started going out after that big case a long time ago. The whole robbery and murder case was what brought you two together. I still remember the times when I had to be you and she was all talking about you like she was all into you and shit. By the way, where the hell are we going?"

"We are going to see Icepick," said Mike. "We need to see if he knows anything about drug shipments and deals. He is one of our best informants, you should know that."

They roll up near Icepick's shop. They wanted to ask a few questions about anything that has been going down. They greeted each other and they walk into the shop

"Icepick, I want to ask you some things," said Mike, with Marcus standing next to him. "I want to know a few things. Do you know anything about any drug deals that went down recently or any nearby drug labs?"

"A lot of drugs have been coming in, my brother," said Icepick, sitting behind the counter. "A lot more drugs than before. There are many a drug lab out here in Miami."

"Any Haitians doing any dealing?" Marcus asked. "Or Cubans?"

Icepick responded, "Many a Cubans or Haitians be dealing, but with what you guys are mostly after, my brothers, seems to be something big. I hear about ecstasy, cocaine, heroin, all that shit coming in and being produced."

"Do you know who the big supplier is?" Marcus asked.

"I cannot say." Icepick replied.

"Since you mentioned X," Mike said. "Who could it possibly be? Johnny Tapia is dead for one thing. He was the biggest X-Man here is Miami a few years ago. We haven't had a problem with X in a while."

"Maybe someone could have restarted an X empire," Icepick said. "The fact is, brother, this isn't some uncommon shit here. Lots of people take that shit when going to clubs. Ecstasy fucks people up, same with coke, same with heroin. All that shit."

"Any info on the next drop?" Mike asked.

"There should be one either today or sometime very, very soon." Icepick said.

"Where?" Marcus said.

"I believe it's somewhere in Little Havana," said Icepick.

"Okay, we're on it," said Mike. "We'll check this shit out."

"Thanks for the tip, Icepick," said Marcus.

"Anytime, my brothers." Said Icepick.

Marcus and Mike get out of Icepick's shop.

"So what do we do now?" said Marcus, as he was getting into the passenger seat of Mike's car.

"We find out where all this shit is coming from and who is the one behind it all," said Mike.

Meanwhile, at a warehouse somewhere, Julie's boyfriend Marcel is tied to a chair, looking a bit bruised and bloody. Suddenly, some thugs walk in.

"Hello, Marcel," said the main guy in front with a heavy Cuban accent. "How are you doing?"

"Who are you?" said Marcel, still a little beaten.

"I'm an associate of a woman named Estela," said the thug. "My name is Carlos and it has been brought to my attention that you had snitched on us."

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Marcel, now looking up at Carlos.

"Don't fucking lie to me," said Carlos, who grabs Marcel's face. "Why the fuck were the cops near when the deal was going down?"

"I had nothing to do with it," Marcel said, trying to talk some sense. "I would have worn a fucking wire if that was the case."

One of the thugs just realized something.

"Um, Carlos, I can vouch for that," said the thug. "I was there when we took him in. We didn't see no wire."

Carlos looked over at the thug. "Are you sure about that?" The thug nodded his head.

"Okay, Marcel," said Carlos. "I will take your word for it. I was also told about the money. Where is it?"

"I don't know what happened to it," Marcel, now trying to remember since he is under pressure. "The money must be back at my place or something."

"You better not be fucking lying to me," said Carlos, who grabs Marcel by his neck. "Or else something bad will happen to you. You don't want anything like that to happen, now would you?"

Marcel shakes his head. He thinks to himself "I hope that they don't find and hurt Julie."

Carlos gets on his cellphone and calls someone. It happens to be Estela.

"Hello?" said Estela, while standing by the window in her office.

"Hey, boss." Said Carlos on the phone. "It turns out that Marcel didn't know shit about the cops. He appears to know what happened to the money that was supposed to be used for last night's deal."

"Are you sure about this?" said Estela, still a little suspicious. "I was starting to think that this guy is trying to fuck me over. He had only been working for me for a few months now, but I don't trust him for some reason."

"Well, we have his word," said Carlos.

"He has only a week before he can get me my money," said Estela, turning away from the window. "I will cut his fucking balls off and maybe kill him. Also, any luck finding that witness?"

"We haven't found the witness yet, but we're trying." Said Carlos. "It's only been a day. We will find her."

"Okay, then. See you soon." Said Estela, and she hangs up the phone and looking like she is under stress and in comes a man through her office door.

"Hey, Estela," said the man with a French accent. "Are you alright, baby?"

"Yes, Jacques, I'm fine," said Estela, sighing after long day. "It's just that being the head of a drug cartel is hard. I mean, seriously, after my brother died, I ended up taking over his business. My brother and my mother died in my homeland of Cuba. I was also connected to another drug cartel with Colombians."

"I know what you mean," Jacques said, as he got closer to Estela. "My brother was also a mob boss who dealt in drugs and he was also killed. I was involved in his business when we were both in France, but then he moved out here to Miami and started his own way. I came out here to start my own business."

Well, we both have our businesses," said Estela, starting to wrap her arms around Jacques. "We are also business partners, remember? Miami is basically ours. One day, we will find the guys who killed our brothers."

"We will, baby," Jacques said, as he started to kiss Estela.

Later that day, Mike went back to his house and Syd was there, too.

"Hey, baby," said Syd, as she was looking at some paperwork in the living room. "How was your day, today?"

"Long, Syd," said Mike, looking a little tired. "I have so many things on my mind right now. Which reminds me, has anybody in the DEA tried looking at any of the drug deals going on around here lately?"

"I don't know if I should tell you, Mike," said Syd, now wondering why he was asking in the first place. "You know that I work for the DEA and how confidential they are about all of these things."

"Yes, I know that," Mike said, as he sat down on the couch. "I am just wondering because we have all sorts of drugs coming in and it has become a problem with the narcotics division lately. We might need some help on this. I will talk to my captain soon and you talk to your superiors about this and have them consult with him first. This seems like something big. I also have some other things to worry about right now.

"Like what?" said Syd.

"Just some personal stuff, that's all," said Mike. "It's no big deal."

"Are you sure, baby?" Syd said, with a little smile on her face.

"I'm sure." Mike said, as he got closer to Syd to kiss her.