Rating and Disclaimer in first chapter

Warning: Language...the f-bomb is dropped left and right! As are a bunch of other words

Wanted to get in Chapter 4 before tomorrow, who knows if I'll be on the next day! ENJOY! :D


The Perfect Family

Something Like That

"You never told me you were married!" The woman's whiny voice cried out as said woman grabbed a large hand, "Oh, am I your secret lover? How romantic."

"You're not my secret love," A man said, getting up from the hotel bed, "You're not my lover, you're just the flavor of the week."

The woman on the bed pouted and then said, "How rude! And to think, I let you fuck me!"

"You weren't that good," The man said, waving the woman off, "You can leave now, I'm done with you."

"Fucker," the woman said, getting up from the bed and grabbing her clubbing clothes to put on, "I bet your wife is as much of a piece of shit as you are! It's fucking pathetic that you-"

The man grabbed the woman by her arm and then growled out, "You can say whatever the fuck you want about me, but don't bad mouth my wife, she's 100 times the woman you are, now leave!"

The woman stumbled away from the man and shouted, "You brute, don't come looking for me when you want a fucking lay!"

"Don't worry I won't," The man said, glaring at the woman, "Get the fuck out, now!"

The woman flipped the man off and then stomped out the hotel room. The man let out a sigh and said, "Thank fuck she's gone," sitting down in the armchair that sat in the corner of the hotel room, "Fucking bitch…"

The man pulled a bag over to him and took out a bottle of alcohol, which he downed half it in three big gulps, savoring the burning sensation in the back of his throat. The man leaned back in his seat and played with the wedding band on his finger. He closed his eyes and then took another swig from the bottle of booze again. He turned to look out the window and sighed, "Fuck my life…." His eyes drooping close. He had been up for the past 4 days in a blur of booze and sex, the 4 day long binge getting to him. When had he hit rock bottom? When had he become this husk of a man?

The man sat up hearing his phone ringing loudly. The man cursed loudly and got up, stumbling over to his phone.

"What?" he slurred glaring at the wall, "I'm busy at the moment…"

"Shut the fuck up and sober up," A female voice angrily, making the drunk man wince, "Get your ass in gear, you're needed in Virginia, apparently, the FBI needs our department's best, and we're the best our department has to offer."

"Well, I'm in California right now," The man said, looking out the window at the night sky, "Look, give me a moment and-"

"If she could see you now, drinking yourself to death and fucking every Tammy, Diane and Jane," The woman said over the phone, "She'd wouldn't recognize you, what would she-"

"She'd say shit, now shut the fuck up, I'll be there when I get there," The man growled into the phone before turning it off and slamming it into the wall, "Fucking cunt…"

The man grabbed his bag and his now ruined phone before making his way out of the hotel room, guess he was wanted on the east coast, there goes his plans.

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"Thank you for dinner," Stephanie said to the woman, watching her pick up her tray and make to leave her prison, "You seem to know what I'm craving right then and now."

The woman nodded her head curtly and shuffled over to the door, her eyes on the tray. Stephanie stood up and said, quickly, "Is there anything I can do, I've been here for a few days, and…it's kind of boring staring at the walls, do you have a television or something?"

The woman shook her head and murmured, "I'm only allowed to watch the Television when I'm good, I-I have something you can do, but I have to ask first."

The woman turned to the door and walked out of it, closing it and locking it shut. Stephanie had to wait a few moments before the woman came back with a basket that was covered with a cloth. The woman walked over to the bed and sat stiffly on the edge of it, and pulled the cloth off of the basket to reveal balls of fluffy yarn and several colored knitting needles. The woman looked up at Stephanie for the first time in nearly a week and said with a nervous smile, "You can k-knit, it's what I do."

"I don't know how to knit," Stephanie said, watching the woman take out a work in process, "It's something that wasn't on my list to learn."

"Oh," The woman said softly, deflating and putting away the yarn, "I'll go s-see if I can find something else for you."

"You could teach me, you know," Stephanie said quickly, "I think it would be something cool to learn."

The woman smiled and said, "It's not that hard, we can start out with the basic, darning a needle…"

Stephanie spent a moment learning how to darn a needle, it was actually much more complicated then how the woman did it, she made it look so easy!

As the woman knitted in front of Stephanie, Stephanie bit her lip and asked, "If it's alright, can I ask what your name is? I mean, I can't call you lady, I'm pretty sure you have a name…"

"Oh…" The woman said, turning to Stephanie, biting her lip and turning to look at the door, as if something dangerous would bust in, "Please, only he's allowed to say my name, no one else is allowed to know it, he's forbade me to tell anyone, but…if you must call me by a name, call me…Heidi."

"Heidi…what a pretty name," Stephanie said with a smile, making Heidi smile, "Well Heidi, maybe you can teach me how to do that knitting thing again….

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"Thank you for this, the FBI owes you a huge favor," Joe said into the phone before hanging up his phone, "Well Manoso, I got the best of the best, they're a part of a secret department that, if this were a different situation, we wouldn't get access to, I got their top agents as well."

Carlos thanked Tank for the cup of coffee and then turned to Joe, who was talking to a fellow agent, "Secret department? What is it a sub level of the CIA?"

"Something like that," Joe muttered as he started, placing pictures up to the board that was on the wall of the conference room they were in, "They should be here soon, though one is in California at the moment."

"No he's not," a woman's voice rang out, "We're here right now."

Joe, Tank and Carlos turned to the open door. Joe nodded his head and said, "You sure do travel fast, Borrows."

"Yeah, well, from what you told me, you needed us a few days back," Jeanne Ellen Borrows said turning to Carlos and Tank, "Manoso, Tank, sorry to hear about Stephanie, we'll help you find her soon."

Carlos nodded his head to the blond woman, as did Tank. Jeanne turned to her partner and said, "Manoso, Tank, this is Diesel, and once he sobers up, he'll be good to go, do you have any strong coffee and pills?"

The blond man named Diesel opened his mouth to protest but Jeanne held her hand out and said, "No way, I'm not letting a healer come close to you for a hangover cure, you deserve the pain, now sit down and so we can be briefed on what the hell is going on."

Diesel grunted and rubbed his bloodshot eyes and then said, "Alright Gina, let's get briefed."

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"You know, for a special agent, you can act like you actually care," Tank said to Diesel, once Joe filled them in on what was happening, "All you seem to care about is when you can leave this building and get drunk."

"Look, I didn't sign up for this shit, I was fine in California, on my vacation, doing whatever I wanted to, I didn't have to come here, you know, I could have told Gina to stick it up her ass, but I didn't, I fucking came, alright, get off my fucking neck!" Diesel said, downing four aspirins and glaring at Tank, "You act like this man's wife is the only pregnant woman to be kidnapped!"

Jeanne let out a yelp as Tank grabbed Diesel by the cuff of his collar and slammed him into the wall, growling, "She's fucking family, you piece of shit! She has people at home praying for her safe return, both her and the baby she's carrying, if you could get out of your fucking holier than thou bubble, and maybe think about someone other than that bottle of scotch you have waiting for you at that shithole you call home that would be great!"

Diesel closed his eyes and then said in a calm voice, "Get the fuck off of me, you don't know me, and I'm not going to tell you shit."

Diesel pushed Tank away and stormed out the conference room, slamming the glass door so hard that it shattered. Jeanne watched Diesel walk away before saying, "He'll be back, he just needs to calm down, I think we all do…"

Carlos turned to the group and said, "I'll be back," before following the path that Diesel took, ignoring the protest from Jeanne.

Carlos found Diesel on the roof of the FBI building, leaning on the railing, drinking heavily from a bottle. His bloodshot eyes were slightly glazed over with tears and he was fiddling with the band on his finger.

"Those cases hit you pretty hard," Carlos said, walking over to Diesel, who took another swig of booze, "I can tell by the way your face seemed to shut down."

"Yeah, what's it to you," Diesel croaked, passing Carlos the bottle.

"Nothing, I didn't feel so isolated," Carlos said taking a swig from the bottle himself, grimacing at the taste, "Looking at your face, it told me that…maybe you went through something like this too."

Diesel turned to Carlos and then turned to the night sky, a tear rolling down his cheek, "Something like it, now don't hog the booze, I need to get wasted…."

TBC….


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