Again, if you need a visual on some of the clothing or whatever, follow the link on my profile (especially for the skull shirt and the dress). So anyway, here, for your enjoyment, is chapter four and as always, reviews are greatly appreciated.
----Nobody's POV----
When they pulled up at what looked like an abandoned warehouse, Bobby opened the trunk. He handed Angel a gun and Callie a plastic gas tank.
"We're gonna do that gas thing?" Jack complained.
Bobby just mocked him "Yeah we're gonna do that gas thing. Nothing scares people more than getting burned to death than people getting eaten alive."
With that, Bobby started to close the trunk "Wait what do I get?" said Jack.
Bobby handed him a crowbar "here poke them with that."
They entered posing as police and people started scattering left and right. Callie handed the gas can to Bobby and he poured it all over some boy in a camo bandana. While Bobby was talking to the boy, Callie lit a cigarette and Angel poured gas over his friends. Bobby took the cigarette from Callie.
After an argument with the boy they left "I hope you all have a very nice evening" Jack called.
Callie stifled a giggle. Then they were off to the basketball courts with the boy in tow. When they found out that the lights did in fact go out at 10, Bobby knew it was a questionable kill.
When they got back to the house Sophie grabbed Angel by the hand and practically drug him upstairs, and Jack and Bobby went to the kitchen to talk. Callie went up to her room and changed into her pajamas from the previous night and got in the bed, but couldn't go to sleep. The combination of the noises coming from Angel's room next door and everything that she had on her mind was just too much. She heard Jack come up the stairs and go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and everything. She had taken all she could of Sophie's and Angel's noises, got up, and got in Jack's bed while he was in the bathroom. She moved all the way over so she was almost against the wall and laid her head on one of Jack's pillows, breathing in his scent. She closed her eyes and was drifting off to sleep as the light went on in the room.
"Coco, what are you doing in here?" Jack whispered
"You try to sleep in there where you can hear Angel and Sophie all night," she said back.
"You can't sleep in here, Bobby will kill me."
"Since when do you care what he thinks, besides, I shut the door to my room and if you shut the door too, he'll never know. Please, I don't want to listen to them and I really don't want to sleep downstairs by myself."
Jack sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, grabbed some extra blankets and a pillow from his bed, and laid them on the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to let you have the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor."
"Don't be stupid, Jack, get in the bed… it's not like we're going to do anything, it'll be just like when we were kids."
"Coco…"
"Jack just get in the bed, please."
"Fine." Jack got in the bed
"Good night Jackie"
"Night Coco"
Both fell fast asleep. Sometime during the night, Jack ended up wrapping an arm around Callie, and Callie was holding onto his arm, her fingers intertwined with his. Jack woke up first that morning, feeling something tickling his face, when he groggily opened his eyes; he saw that it was Callie's hair. He brushed it out of the way, but tried to stay as still as possible so he wouldn't wake his sleeping friend. He noticed how perfectly her frame fit with his. She looks so beautiful, like an angel. She was always pretty, but now she's a complete knockout, with a personality to match. She's practically perfect in every way. He felt her stir a little and saw her open her eyes slowly.
She turned her head to face him "Morning Jackie" she said in a slightly lower voice that normal with a groggy smile.
"Morning Coco, what do you want for breakfast?" Jack watched as she bit her bottom lip, thinking.
He thought to himself; God, she needs to stop calling attention to her lips like that, I don't know how long I'll be able to keep myself from kissing her.
His thoughts were interrupted when Callie spoke "Umm, I'm sure anything you cook will be fine, I should probably go get dressed" she giggled a little before snuggling into him "but you're just so damn comfortable."
Then Jack cleared his throat "Not to interrupt this, but you'd better get outta here before Bobby realizes you slept in here."
She groaned, "I guess you're right, thanks for letting me sleep with you… I um, I mean you know, sleep in here, in your room" Callie started babbling, a nervous habit "because you know, I uh, would have had to listen to… yeah. Well um, thanks." She said as she walked out, going to her room and shutting the door behind her. When she walked out, Jack realized just how short her pajama shorts were. When she left the room, Jack smiled to himself and ran a hand through his messy hair.
When Callie came down to the kitchen Jack snickered at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Your shirt," he said pointing, "It has skulls on it."
Callie raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, well, some of your shirts have skulls."
"Your shirt is pink! And the skulls have on hats!" he exclaimed, laughing harder.
Callie rolled her eyes, "You're a jerk, you know that?"
"I just never expected you to wear anything like that, I mean, unless it was mine," he said, "Where'd you get it anyway?"
"Why do you want to know? So you can go get your own? Sorry Jackie, but I don't think they carry your size at Victoria's Secret," she said, before grabbing a piece of toast and going back upstairs.
That day they met Jerry at the store where Evelyn was killed to see what they could find out anything. They watched the surveillance tape that showed her being shot. She grabbed Jack's hand and squeezed it hard as tears threatened to fall, then when Evelyn was shot, she buried her head into Jack's chest, crying softly. While Bobby and Angel were talking to the storeowner Jack and Callie were in the background holding onto each other, with Jack stroking Callie's hair. Then they were off to the gym.
"You guy's ready?" asked Bobby.
Callie looked at him "What's the plan?" asked Jerry.
"We're winging it."
Jerry looked at him "We always wing it."
Callie looked at them with wide eyes, "We're gonna get killed."
"Yeah." said Jack.
"What do you mean we?" questioned Angel.
Jack let out a sigh as Bobby and Jeremiah walked out to the middle of the court, "Here we go."
Bobby was easily dwarfed by the basketball players, and was quickly surrounded by them; Callie bit her lip looking around.
When Bobby took the ball and started "Yeah, I got the rock now."
Callie couldn't help but let out a small laugh, and then he easily took down a basketball player that threatened him.
Soon, all of the players had swarmed around him "Whoa" he yelled and Callie saw the flash of silver and knew he had gotten his gun. The players quickly scattered in all directions. "My name is Bobby Mercer, some of you probably knew my mother, and some of you probably know she was shot about a week ago across the street. Sixty-two years old, murdered in cold blood."
Callie saw Jerry lean in and try to say something, but couldn't make out what he was saying.
Then Bobby continued, "I'm looking for the witness, ball player, big guy, supposedly never wears a coat, dog lover. Ring any bells?"
Callie stood with Jack scanning the crowd for suspicious movement, when a young black boy ran out of the stands and through the halls. Jack and Callie chased him down, with Angel cutting him off. Then Callie went out, signaled to Bobby, and returned to the boy. His name was Keenan; he said that his brother's name was Damien. Callie watched as Bobby took his book bag and Angel looked through and found a report card with an address.
She let out a small laugh as Jack said "Nice grades, better stay in school."
Jerry picked up his necklace, "Is this aluminum?"
Then Jack joked, "Shit doesn't even spin."
With that, they walked out of the gym and drove to the apartment to watch for Damien.
They were all piled in Bobby's small car with Callie wedged between Jack and Jerry in the back seat. Callie was off in her own little world thinking about how it would have been nice if they were in Jerry's Volvo, not that she didn't mind being in close quarters to Jack, but it was a little uncomfortable in the car.
Then she heard Jerry say, "Y'all do what y'all gotta do, I've got gymnastics."
Of course, Bobby was the first to make fun of him "Got your leotard on Jerry?"
Callie giggled as Jerry mumbled "Go to hell man, y'all know I've got a schedule to keep. The girls got gymnastics, I've got to take them, come on."
Bobby opened the door to let Jerry out "You wanna take Cracker Jack with you, he's very flexible."
Jack mumbled that Bobby took ballet and went back to singing and looking for Damien while drawing pictures on the frosted window. "Hell that's him. It's him!"
Everyone got out of the car and rushed into the building.
"Yo Damien. You Damien?" Bobby said holding up his gun.
"Damn Bobby" said Callie "Why you gotta always have the gun out?"
Damien got on the elevator and Bobby ordered Jack and Callie to stay and watch to see what floor it stopped at as he and Angel ran up the stairs.
Jack went and yelled "Six, he stopped at six!"
Callie waited downstairs just outside the building as Jack walked slowly up the stairs. She heard a scream and then a thud, but waited for the brothers before she did anything. They walked up to her and she walked with them not knowing what she would find. When she saw Damien laying there on the snow with the bone sticking out of his leg, she thought she might lose it and puke right then and there. Thankfully, she kept her cool.
"Man you must be freezing" said Bobby then he continued "You all right over here Damien?"
He was gasping for air "Man, call an ambulance."
Then Bobby retorted "An Ambulance? What for my dog bites? No, I'll be ok. You give me a name I'll call 911, I want to know who shot up that liquor store now."
Damien gasped out "Man I, I didn't shoot no one."
"Say what? Speak up. Can't hear you playboy, it's hard to hear you out here with all this wind. If we leave aint nobody else gonna here you out here neither." said Angel.
Callie just stayed silent, letting the brothers handle it, waiting for Damien to say what they needed to hear. They started walking away and Jack kept turning back, looking. Finally, Damien gave a name and a place to find them, the Casino Restaurant.
Bobby told Callie to put on some different clothes, and that she would go into the Casino before the boys and look around, looking for the killers. She knew immediately what he meant, and went to her bag and found a pair of tight fitting jeans.
Then she asked Sophie if she had a top she could borrow, "No, I have something even better. And this will get Jack's attention too."
Callie's eyes widened "I… I don't know what you're talking about, we're friends."
Sophie raised an eyebrow "Sure you are, I see you two all flirty with each other, and you two sure did look comfortable last night, all snuggled up together."
"We didn't do anything, we just slept, besides you can't expect me to sleep in there with you and Angel and your noises next door."
Sophie smirked, "Whatever chicka, you could have slept with your headphones in like the night before."
Callie pursed her lips together and sighed, "Ok fine, maybe I do like him in a more than platonic way, but I swear, you'd better not tell."
"My lips are sealed chicka. Here's your dress."
She held it up and it was royal blue, knee-length, and strapless. The dress looked like it would be pretty tight and it had a black belt around the middle to emphasize her small waist. "Wear your hair down, curly at the ends like always, smoky eyes, and those black pumps. Oh and here's a clutch for you to put your phone and stuff in."
She looked at Sophie, "Thanks. Really."
