First just let me say how nice it is to be able to get this next one up and seeing D&A drawing nearer to completion though I still got a long way to go.
Anyway I shall now go on to the announcement that I promised. Brainy take it away.
Brainy: What why me?
Because the fans love ya!
Brainy: Sarccy would like to announce she's holding a competition for all her fans and readers.
You must write a piece of fiction with any couple of your choice but the plot must be they have discovered her fanfiction and are reacting to it. It can be what ever one you want as long as you mention it in the fic and give the appropriate disclaimers.
For example Phantom Girl and Timber Wolf discover her Playing with Fire fic, you would write about their reactions to it.
Competition will end on the 5th January and the voting will be decided by a poll from the 6th to the 11th. Anyone is allowed to join but they must have a fanfiction account.
The winner will get a fanfiction of their request with their couple of their request put on
Second place with get a request for the request series done
Third place gets to decide on what story Sarccy updates next for 2 whole weeks.
Good luck entering and…………ah hell good luck!
There you have it folks so go out there and write…..but after you've read and reviewed this!!!!!!!!!! Because we haven't seen her yet I'm getting Louis Lane to do the Disclaimer today.
Louis Lane: Hey you haven't seen me yet….probably won't but just wanted to tell you Sarccy doesn't own any of the characters mentioned in this fic they are all owned by DC apart from Scott Tracy he belongs to Gerry Anderson and Prism is her OC. Have fun reading and good luck in the competition. Oh and there is a m scene in this fic no flames if you don't read the warnings!
Chapter Five- Things are Hotting up
As he stepped out off the train he was welcomed with his eye balls being warmly burned by the sun's rays and he fumbled with his sunglasses, poking himself in the eyes several times, to block the rays. He had next to no sleep since he started the train journey partly due to excitement that he would finally have the revenge he so rightfully deserved but really it was anticipation. Anticipation that he would finally have her in his grasp and she wouldn't be able to get way from him this time.
He managed to grab a taxi from an unsuspecting couple that were far more interested in each other then the taxi itself and he slumped back in the seat after he gave him the directions to the Chicago Police Station centre. He removed the sunglasses and rubbed his temples, he really should have gone to his families' house and rest there before going to the station, but he couldn't wait. He needed to do this as soon as possible before she became heavily involved with them otherwise that was it, she would be out of his grasp another time. His hands became fists and he dugs his nails into his hands to get rid of the anger that was boiling other as he recalled the amount of times she had escaped him. Not this time. She wasn't getting away this time.
"Ok let's go over this one more time." Chuck said rubbing the back of his neck to ease the knots that were building up. There was a collective moan from the room and he sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry guys I know I'm being a pain but we need to make sure we've got this right otherwise what ever we try and stick to our suspects is gunna fall off them." Chuck said.
"Yeah we know Bouncy but give us a break. We've been at this for five hours. Five long, tiring hours." One guy said and there was a collective sound of agreement that went round the room.
"I know , I know, I'm being a pain in the ass but just once more I promise then you can go home, take a break do what ever the hell you want but I just want to make sure we have everything and it's concrete." Chuck pleaded to them. The room fell silent and everyone looked at each other, they really couldn't say no to Chuck when he pleaded.
"At 7:15pm last night we apprehended the suspect and went to take him to the car waiting outside the building. At 7:20pm he activated a concealed bomb detonator which he activated, killing thirty students and injuring fifty more. During that time members of the Fatal Five snuck in and stole all the Sulphur Jewellery that the building was holding for tests." One policeman said, "Basically Doctor Condo Arlick was working for the Fatal Five. Fuck we're screwed!"
"Thanks for that Pete." Chuck said sarcastically. "Right thanks for that guys go take a fifteen minute break." The room suddenly bustled with activity as cops went to grab coffee from Starbucks and make it back on time to have their break. Chuck sighed and placed his head down on the table, they were getting no where.
"Hey Chuck how you feeling?" Chuck looked up to see Luornu placing a huge cup of Starbucks coffee on his desk. He gave her a small smile and sat back up.
"Hey how are you feeling after last night?" Chuck picked the cup up and sipped it, it burnt his tongue a bit but it tasted good.
"Better then some people. I went to see that girl earlier on. Told us everything she could and then broke down in tears." She looked away for a bit and squeezed her Starbucks cup. "Like I said I'm feeling better then others. I'm lucky I'm used to this sort of thing, but she….lets just say she's probably going to help some quack release their next book."
"Hey you did all you could, you had no idea that would happen it aint your fault." Chuck said placing an arm around her waist and tugging her so that she fell onto his lap.
She complied and slipped onto his lap being careful not to drop her drink. She leaned into him and sighed softly; trust Chuck to know how to make her feel safe in such a crap situation. Chuck removed her drink from her hands and pulled her in closer to his chest and wrapped his arms round her. She gripped his arms with her hands and they stayed like that for a while, just being in each other's arms.
"That girl will be okay. You got her out, she was saved and she's a strong girl. You've seen grown men act like complete loons in far more gruesome situations then the one yesterday. I promise you that girl will be fine." Chuck whispered against her. Luornu squeezed his arm as a response.
"The only way you can really help her now is by catching the people who did that to her friends and colleagues. You owe it to her and to yourself." Chuck said and Luornu turned round in his lap so she was looking at him.
"Why do you always know what to say?" She asked giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Because I'm brilliant." Chuck said cracking a smile and she smiled eswell.
"There's my girl." Chuck said kissing her on the cheek. "Let's just hope ballistics can tell us something about that bomb."
"You sure about this?" Pete Dursin asked the lab boys as he glanced over the ballistics report.
"Surely you're not questioning our brilliance are you Petey?" Brek Bannin teased, "Because if you are then you won't need all this information will you?" He went to grab the ballistics report back but Pete side stepped and moved it out of his reach.
"Hey I'm just asking oh brilliant one." Pete said dodging another swipe.
"Good just wanted to clarify." Brek said "Though I have to admit this was a hard one to crack at first."
"What do you mean?" Pete looked up at his friend confused. Brek never had problems when it came to ballistics.
"Well who ever made the bomb used some pretty old techniques and materials considering what you've got available on the black market now. I didn't realise it at first until I found a very old component. I then had to dig into some pretty old files to clarify it all." Brek explained
"How old is old?" Pete asked.
"About fourteen years, maybe a little earlier. Round about that sort of time." Brek said.
"Well that just confirms what the commanders have been thinking. What about the gun we found?" Pete asked.
"Hmmm strange one that. The gun left is an Assault rifle M24 SWS; you know all the usual stuff but….." Brek seemed to trail off.
"But? Come one Brek is this going to help us or not?" Pete said he wasn't up for his friend's usual antics.
"But I dunno there's just something off with them. Don't get me wrong their well made and they work. Dear god do they work. But I dunno the feel of them is weird." Brek said but Pete just stared at him.
"Come on I'll show you."
Brek took Pete to the Ballistics and Gun holding bay and took out two Assault M24 SWS rifles and placed them on the huge workspace. Pete immediately noticed a difference.
"This one has several different colours if you compare it to the other one." Pete said pointing to the one on the left.
"Yup that's the one you lot found. The one on the right is one recovered a few weeks back from a gang bang shooting. That's not the only thing. Pick them up." Brek moved out of the way as Pete picked up the two guns.
"You're right the one we picked up is a lot lighter compared to the other one, and the handling….feels uncomfortable." Pete put them back down.
"I'll take the report up to the commanders and see what they have to say." Pete said. "That kind of weight for that gun isn't suitable is it?"
"Nope. But I need to do further testing on this puppy before I can give you a full run down. All I know is that whoever made this thing was either brilliant or looking to cut costs." Brek said putting the guns back.
"I'll see you at nine for the game." Pete said as he left and Brek waved him off.
Chuck was going over the crime scene photos for what seemed like the thirtieth time that day. All he could come up with so far was that it was gruesome, cruel and really unpleasant to look at over any period of time. He sighed and leaned back rubbing his eyes in hopes of getting rid of his increasing headache.
"Sir?" Chuck opened his eyes to see Pete standing with a small report in his hands. "Sir are you alright?"
"Please tell me that is the ballistics report." Chuck said sitting back up right.
"Ah yeah it is." Pete said handing it over. "Most of the information on the bomb coincides with everything that's already be panned out."
"What Brek say?" Chuck asked.
"That all the components, materials and techniques are about fourteen years out of date. Going back to your theory of the old Fatal Five making a come back." Pete said.
"What about the gun?" Chuck said.
"It's weird." Chuck turned round and looked at him.
"Weird? That guy proclaims he's a genius and the only thing he can come up with is that it's weird? I think his wages need to be looked at." Chuck said.
"That's not just his explanation for it, that's mine eswell." Pete said trying to quickly defend his friend.
"Explain." Chuck said.
"I looked at the gun and compared it to a normal Assault M24 SWS rifle, the colouring is off. Like it's been made out of several different types of metal and just welded together and it's a hell of a light lighter then any M24 rifle I've ever picked up." Pete said trying to clarify.
"That makes more sense then weird." Chuck said but he smiled slightly, "But I can understand what you mean by weird. I'll take this to Commander Kent. From there we'll let Brek know what to do with the gun." Chuck said
"Right sir." Pete said; glad that his friend wouldn't be receiving a bollocking from control. Pete wouldn't hear then end of it otherwise.
"Go and check the files to see if anything like what Brek has found pops up. If there are no hits go national." Chuck said and Pete dashed off to do just that.
"Well what did ballistics say on the gun?" Chuck turned round to see Brainy leaning against his desk.
"It's weird." Chuck said and watched Brainy crinkle his nose.
"Remind me why Brek calls himself a genius?" Brainy asked and Chuck laughed.
"Your guess is as good as mine." His face turned to a frown thought. "But seriously the way the gun's been made is unusual. Pete was right when he said it looked like it's been made from different types of metals. That it's about 20 times lighter then a normal M24. This looks bad." Chuck said passing Brainy the report.
"And it didn't from the start?" Brainy asked as he glanced at the report. "Ballistics still doesn't have a lot to go on do they?"
"No. What we need is an explosives expert or something like that to deal with the materials in the report." Chuck seemed to think for a minute and turned to Brainy. "What was Miss Digby's main thing at the college again?"
"Why do you want to know?" Brainy asked still engrossed in the report.
"Well it's just that when we last talked to her she seemed to know a bit about ballistics and she did know about the properties of sulphur….." Chuck started but trailed off as Brainy gave him a hard look.
"It's just that well….we could use her help." Chuck finally finished
"No." Brainy said.
"What do you mean no?" Chuck asked.
"As in no we are not going to use her help." Brainy said going back to the report. "What does Brek mean when he said needs further testing?"
"Seems he needs to take the gun apart to really see how it's made and to see whether or not the lighter weight will affect the gun's performance in the long term." Chuck answered, "Why not use her help Brainy? It's the best bet we got until we know more when Brek takes the gun apart."
"Just…..no." Brainy said putting the report on Chuck's desk. "I'll give this to Kent in a little while, he knows more then we do now."
"Thanks." Chuck wasn't letting Brainy off though. "I just need you to give me a better excuse then just no Brainy. This isn't like you period."
Brainy sighed and looked out of the window that over looked the city. His mind kept flashing back to yesterday's occurrence and the way Vi almost seemed to shut down. He couldn't…no he wouldn't let her go through that again not if he could help it anyway.
"Is this about what happened yesterday?" Chuck asked the wince from Brainy made Chuck even more certain that he had hit the mark.
"She was able to cope pretty well yesterday, better then some of the male staff there. She'd be pretty safe working here eswell." Chuck said Brainy seemed to waver but only slightly. "Or would you prefer guarding her on your own?" Chuck cracked a grin at Brainy's embarrassed and blushing face.
"Really? Is that a promise or is it guaranteed?" Brainy turned round to see the very person they had been talking about behind him.
"VI!" Brainy managed to squeak out. "Wh-wh-what are you doing here?"
"Interview." Vi said giggling at Brainy's embarrassment. "That and you commander has just kindly asked me whether or not I would like to join in your investigation."
"I take it you said no?" Brainy asked her his whole entire attention on her as his gave her a soft and loving look.
"No I said yes." Brainy's loving look quickly disappeared as he stared at Vi in shock.
"Sorry what?"
"I said yes Brainy." Vi said looking straight at him.
"But with what happened yesterday and all…." Before Brainy could continue Vi interrupted him.
"Yeah even more reason to join in this investigation. They messed with my students and who ever they are I'm going to make them pay." Vi frowned showing both detectives how serious she was.
"Vi you could get hurt, this group we're dealing with are more viscous then anything we've ever faced before. If something were to happen to you…." Brainy was cut off by Vi kissing him right on the lips.
"You'd be there to protect me." Vi said sweetly wrapping her arms around his neck. Brainy removed her arms and walked off.
"Brainy where are you going?" Chuck yelled after him
"To see what the hell the commander was thinking." Came his gruff reply
Vi watched as Brainy stormed off towards where the commander was she glanced at Chuck who just shrugged.
WARNING M SCENE M SCENE IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ!!!!!!!!!
He was simply lying on the bed completely exhausted from the events of the day, an arm thrown over his eyes trying to sleep and block out the world. He heard the door open and close softly and the swishing of fabric the sound got closer but he didn't react until a hand touched his leg that was when he sprang up grabbing the assailant and shoved the a against the wall.
"Ooooo bad puppy if you wanted me so bad you could have said so." He glared down at the slightly breathless Tinya Wazzo.
"What are you doing here?" Brin demanded his grip on her arms tightened slightly.
"Can't I come and visit you puppy? I mean after all our last meeting was ever so fun." Tinya said with those hungry eyes of hers. His body reacted buy shoving her further into the wall.
"What you mean after you made me the laughing stock of the whole entire force for letting you go right when I had you in my grasp?" Brin demanded pushing himself further into her. She let out a gasp and tried to escape his grip but failed miserably.
"Well?" Brin bit out waiting for a reply.
"But that would mean I'd be shared with all of your cop friends. I wanted to be alone with you and I'm sure you feel the same." Tinya wrapped her legs round Brin's waist and rocked into him, Brin bit his lip to try and hold back the moan that was trying to escape. "What's the matter puppy? Getting a bit too hot?" Tinya teased moving her head so she could nibble his chin. Brin pulled away and Tinya staggered to regain her balance.
"What are you playing at?" Brin demanded glaring at the smirking woman.
"Playing?" Tinya enquired cocking her head to the side, "Playing." She said it again almost tasting the word on her lips and Brin had to look away, his body was already throbbing from her actions.
"Playing does sound fun shall we play Timber Wolf?" Tinya asked softly, Brin could hear her walking up to him, "Because I do so ever want to play with you." His lower half throbbed and begged for release but he tried to push it to the back of his mind.
"I've got no time to play games Tinya, tell me all I need to know about your mother's involvement with the Fatal Five." Brin demanded turning his back to her only for his lips to meet hers. Their eyes met and he watched as her eyes smiled as she wrapped her arms round him and pulled herself into his arms. Brin's eyes began to close as he began to get more into the kiss and Tinya opened her mouth to allow his tongue to enter smiling at his immediate surrender. Their kiss was similar to the one in the bar a battle within their mouths that left them hot and desperate for each other, their tongues duelling each other ferociously that allowed them to deepen it more and more within a space of a few seconds. Tinya's hands began to roam, a slow and thrilling movement down his chest as she aimed for his waistband loosening it enough to allow her hand to rise up in an equally slow movement. Their lips departed to gain some valuable oxygen and Brin grabbed her chin and forced her mouth back to his to start all over again, his other hand left to open her coat to do the same as she was ding to him only for him to come in contact with bare skin.
Brin jumped back breaking their kiss but not far enough for Tinya's hand to leave his chest and all he could do was stare at Tinya being clothed in only her underwear and the coat. He threw a hand through his hair trying to stop his body's demands of just taking her then and there.
"This….we……what….." Brin sighed and breathed in and out and tried again. "We shouldn't be doing this." He looked back at her and was surprised to see her eyes just as hungry as before.
"Really Timber Wolf?" The hand that was on his chest continued to rise up.
"Don't" Brin said grabbing her hand and forcing it to stop.
"You really think we shouldn't being doing this?" Tinya asked stepping a little away from him and his eyes followed helplessly as the coat flashed her body at him. She smiled and raised her free hand and grabbed the edge of her coat and pulled it down, Brin was frozen to the spot as more of her was revealed to him.
"Because I don't think you actually believe that." Tinya took his free hand and nibbled on some of his fingers Brin's breathing hitched in his throat and his body begged for release from his jeans. "Do you really want to stop?" Tinya asked looking in his eyes.
He knew he should say yes but he couldn't get the words out, his mind had completely shut down. Tinya smiled and slowly lowered his hand and made him touch her skin his muscles flexed in response the soft silky feeling and Brin felt that dark primal force that he had felt earlier begin to rise. Tinya moved his hand so that it was a breath away from her breast and Brin gulped and his breathing became heavy and shallow. His eye flickered to hers and he became glued to her gaze as she placed his hand ever so slowly on her breast and forced him to give it a squeeze.
Brin lost all of his composure as soon as his hand came into contact with her skin his head snapped up and he grabbed her roughly by her chin and forced her up for another kiss which she was only more than happy to comply too. Theirs lip met in a violent storm and Brin backed them up against the wall nearly slamming the girl into the wall if he hadn't stopped just short to take the coat off. Tinya heard a ripping sound and pulled away to see the coat she had been wearing with a great big massive rip in it she would have commented on it but Brin decided to attach his mouth to her breast and she forgot all about as her breast were attacked by the man who was making her knees weak. Brin left her breast to attack the other one but continued to massage the one he had been just moments earlier feeding on. Tinya's hips bucked and she let out little breathless moans. Brin's had left her breast and she let out a whine only to be replaced with a shriek of ecstasy as his hand began to rub between her legs taking her underwear down as he went.
Brin pulled away and forced his trousers and boxers off himself and threw them far away he picked up the panting Tinya and she wrapped her legs around his waist and in one single thrust…..
END OF M SCENE
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Brin shot up from his bed panting heavily. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 5am. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled away to see that his hand was covered in sweat. He went to move only to find it extremely painful.
"Fuck." Brin muttered under his breath, he counted to five then forced himself up and out the bed and headed for the shower. Once in and the water started to rain down he went over his dream. What the hell? What the hell? What the sprocking hell had that all been about? Ok he knew he hadn't dated in a while but it wasn't like sex was important to him he was quite happy going without. So why? Why the sprocking hell would he have that much of a detailed dream with a suspect no less? He closed his eyes and found an onslaught of images rushing back through his eyes. He reached out to the taps and grabbing the cold one tightly turned it all the way up.
There was one thing Brin could determine talking to the two officers who were used to working on Tinya Wazzo's cases. And that was who had ever come up with the partnership for these two was obviously either a complete idiot high on drugs or a jack ass. Brin was thinking it was more the latter then anything else.
It had started when both men had arrived. Reep Daggle aka Chameleon Boy Cam for short arrived a little early and had sat down and gone through all his case files and notes to double check he had everything he could give to him. Jo Nah aka Ultra Boy was a little different, not only did he arrive half an hour late he also didn't bring any of case files saying they were all on the computer. By the end on the queries Brin was about ready to punch the guy. Brin noted during his time talking to Jo Nah that every officer and detective that was female was either giving him dirty looks of looking at him like he was a god. The questions Brin had put to the officers was probably the weirdest experience he had ever had.
Question 1: How did Miss Wazzo react when you asked her questions on particular cases she was a suspect in?
Cam's answer-"She acted pretty calm for someone who's been asked to come in for questioning though she does always glance to her friend…Prism….I think 2 or 3 times. It's like their communicating secretly.
Jo Nah's answer-"Calm and practically throwing herself at me. Her friend that's always with her…..she's pretty hot herself.
Question 2: What kind of places does she normally hang around in?
Cam-"Pretty seedy joints, I got a full list here if you want them."
Jo Nah-"Places where'd you expect to find her sort of type in.
Question 3: Can you think of anywhere she's likely to stay in? An apartment of some sort?
Cam-"She changes where she sleeps nearly everyday. I'll have to double check all my notes for addresses I'm not sure on that one."
Jo Nah-"Aint she living with her mother?"
The questions didn't really help and just left Brin even more confused about how to find this girl. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes only to have a re-run of last night's dream flash through his head again and he snapped his eyes open and tried to smother a groan. He hadn't been able to get back to sleep last night, not unless he wanted to sleep in his shower with it permanently on cold.
"Sorry we couldn't give you enough info on Miss Wazzo. She's pretty aloof despite what the tabloids try and persuade her as." Cam said handing Brin a cup of coffee. Brin accepted it greedily knowing he really shouldn't be drinking it but at that moment he didn't really care.
"Don't worry about it. I got a connexion in the media and she might be able to give me a good clue as to where I can find her." Brin sipped the coffee and welcomed its effects into his body. His tiredness and need to replay that dream were pushed away into the back of his head for a little while longer.
"Actually I have a question. How do you put up with him?" Brin asked.
"You need a good dose of sarcasm and heavy dose of strong will to refrain from punching the guy. Not to mention a good gym membership which is a five minute jog from the station." Cam smirked at that last comment and Brin joined in.
"Hey can I ask you something?" Cam asked Brin. "It's about Miss Wazzo." Brin raised his eyebrows and nodded his head.
"When you took her to the car did she….disappear on you?" Cam asked.
"Yeah. Yeah she did." Brain said his mind re-playing that particular scene; he still hadn't yet worked it out how she had done it.
"Good so I'm not the only one she's done that to. She always directs my attention for a second on something off in the distance and as soon as I turn round she's gone. No trace of her what so ever." Cam said, "The amount of times I've had to try and come up with an excuse….it's annoying when you have a good arrest record and you just got the one that always seems to be able to get away." Cam stood up. "Well I gotta get back to my desk. Those traffic reports aren't going to get sorted by themselves. I'll keep looking into the addresses she's likely to stay at for ya eswell. Good luck finding her."
Brin mumbled thanks and once Cam was out of sight he downed the rest of his coffee relishing in how it burnt his throat. He rubbed his already throbbing temples and decided that he should go see Louise now then head back to his apartment to catch up on some sleep and hopefully not dream again. Hopefully being the operative word.
As Brin reached the entrance to the station he stopped and watched as a guy wearing sunglasses and carrying an overnight bag came walking in. It wasn't just the fact that the guy was a stranger it was how he walked with a stride that screamed authority and immediate obedience and seemed almost…untouchable. The only ones who had that kind of walk were FBI and CIA agents, Brin wasn't sure which but he knew that this guy coming in spelled trouble, and it wasn't like they were in enough trouble already with out one of those appearing.
He was aware of the stares he was getting as he walked, more like waltzed, through the building to get to the Chief's office. He knew he screamed agent but at that moment he didn't really care, he had read the headlines in the paper, scoured the tabloids for any sign of her and he hadn't been disappointed. She was knee deep in this and it was finally going to be her downfall, he had to suppress the urge to lick his lips at the thought of her finally being in his grasp. He finally came to the chief's door only to be stopped by a detective.
"Can I help you?" He turned to the detective.
"Yes you can. Is Chief Krinn in at all? I need to speak with him over an urgent matter." He asked the detective.
Brainy eyed up the guy currently asking him to see the chief, the guy screamed agent and right down the force could do without an agent sniffing round it always spelt trouble.
"Who can I say is asking for him?"
He smiled the guy was smart not trusting him, he was an agent on cop territory and he knew what agents were like taking all the glory making cops look sloppy. But that wasn't why he was here. He took his sunglasses off and smiled at the detective.
"Yeah sorry about that. Tell him the FBI agent Scott Tracy is here and he's looking into a case involving a girl called Prism."
Ooooooo things are starting to get good. The next chapter is where it all kicks off have I got a doozy of a chapter for you.
Anyway thanks to all who did the 20 reviews….we got there in the end and to be honest by the 10th I had already started writing this. Just don't forget to review as they do keep me going.
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