A/n: merryyy freaking early christmas! happy late hannukah, mazeltov, whatever floats your boat. i WOULD be the one who comes down with strep on christmas eve day, duhh. its 3 am, on christmas eve day and i am practically coughing up a lung, and my tonsils are frekaing bowling balls on fire. sorry for lateness of chapters, if you have been keeping up with the knowings, you know ive been GROUNDED! dont you just hate interims? or progress reports... whatever they are called. or maybe yall in other states dont have those. do you? let me know, im very curious as how to overthrow North Carolina schools next. this may be it. either wayy, you should read this short shitty story and review it because uhm, i have connections with santa and YOU WILL get coal if you leave a crap review. mhmm im like the north pole mobb.
April 22, 2009 4:33 am, 3425 Redbridge Dr.
"Sit." The man barked. Meggie obeyed, and took a seat on the deep red couch.
"How long am I going to be here?" Meggie looked up at the man questioningly.
"Well, little miss Meggie, you will be here until we can get your little friends Patrick and Teresa in here!" The man exclaimed.
Meggie kept her expression neutral, though she knew those names rather well.
"What? Who? What the Hell do I have to do with these people?!"
"Oh don't play dumb, you brat! You know... auntie Teresa? And of course, Patrick, the reason you are living with your abusive daddy dearest? Yes, you do know them." He sat down next to the girl and grinned lasciviously.
"Yeah. But you never answered my question, dumbass. Why am I here?" Meggie screamed at the man's face.
"That's none of your business."
"Jackass."
"Bite me."
"Gladly!" and just like that, Meggie's teeth were piercing Red John's arm skin. He howled like a baby, and jumped up. He slapped the girl, and gripped the bloody arm. Meggie was just smiling at the man.
4:33 am Oakridge Highschool// Parking Lot
Minelli came up and put his hand on Teresa's shoulder. She turned around and faced him.
"Teresa, go home. There is nothing we can do anymore for now. Get some rest." He held her fatherly.
"Me? What about you?" She chuckled. "I think you need to go home and rest, I'm worried about you."
"Well, somehow I figure you are already too deep in this. And we both know how well Meggie can hold her own." He chuckled at the thought at the little angelic demon, raising Hell for her captors.
"I'll tell you what... how about we go grab some coffee, and then promise me you will take a nap back at the headquarters. Okay?" Lisbon smiled at him.
"Only if you'll promise the same."
And then they were off.
5:41 am, 3425 Redbridge Dr.
Red John was napping on the couch, and Meggie was sitting on the floor, planning out her next move. She crawled behind the couch, and into the kitchen. She picked up the phone, and dialed a number she knew would help save her.
"Hello?"
"Uncle Minelli! It's Meggie. Be quiet." Meggie whispered, almost crying with joy.
"Meggie, oh sweetie, it's so good to hear your voice." His voice choked up. He heard a woman in the background, but couldn't make a connection yet.
The voices in the background talked for a bit, and then a woman came on the line.
"Meggie, its Agent Lisbon, from the phone call earlier. Do you know why you recognized me?"
"Uhm, no I don't. But I did recognize you."
"I work with your uncle. I'm your old Auntie Teresa."
Meggies eyes widened. Auntie Teresa was her best friend whenever she came and saw her uncle at work. She hadn't seen Teresa in forever!
"Oh my God!" Meggie heard rustling in the room.
"Shit! Auntie Teresa, tell my Uncle that we are initiating plan Omega. He will understand. Don't hang up! Gotta go. Love you all!" And Meggie set the phone next to the counter on speaker, hidden.
*okay, i couldnt resist*
-whats the difference between a Mercedes and a golf ball? Tiger Woods can drive one more than 200ft.
-18 holes wasn't enough, Tiger?
-Whats the difference between Santa and Tiger Woods? Santa stops after three ho's(:
more jokes? press the prettyyy green button and inform me and my sick selff(: