CHAPTER NINE
A/N I see we are all in agreement that Agent Dean is a problem that needs to be dealt with. He certainly does have a bug up his butt. Maybe Jane can help him remove it. Just so no one is too surprised, there will be death in this chapter. Let me know if you guessed right J Thanks so much for the great support. I appreciate it and all of you!
Special Agent Amanda Willows was fourteen years into her career. To say her biological clock was ticking was a major understatement. During the past year, she had begun to feel her life and dreams were exactly on track. Her career was on an upward trajectory. And meeting Special Agent Gabriel Dean had seemed like the answer to her personal goals.
Amanda took a step back and looked into the cold eyes of the man she no longer recognized. The man she had shared body and soul with until the wee hours of the morning. The man she had allowed to drag her into hell. There was no way out of this for one of them. If she refused to kill Dr. Maura Isles, she felt certain that Dean would ruin her career. It was her name on this fake assignment. She had taken the story of the terrorist cell to her superiors knowing they would authorize a covert investigation. Amanda had then recommended Agent Dean to lead the investigation. He was a decorated war hero and the agency's current Golden Boy. It would be her tight ass in the sling not his. No doubt, he would gladly send a hollow point through her brain.
"Dean, we need to get back to the hotel and talk about this." Actually she needed to get him alone in private. Even a Federal Agent had to answer questions if a murder was committed in broad daylight in front of multiple witnesses.
How had he ever found her attractive? Dean glared at the tall red head and felt only revulsion. She was no Jane Rizzoli. When her hand sought his sleeve, he stepped away. If she laid a finger on him, he would snap it off and toss it over the side of the dock. He needed somewhere peaceful to think. Everything was falling down around him. Why the fuck couldn't Maura have stayed in Virginia and played along with the fake assignment. There was no way around it, Dr. Maura Isles had to be silenced. If his true mission came to light, everything he had been working for would be gone in a flash.
"Dean…"
"Go back to the hotel, Amanda. I'll meet you there later." Gabriel tossed a grimace, that he hoped she took for a smile, in her direction and headed for the car. At the last minute he remembered they had driven together from the hotel. "Can you get a taxi?"
"Gabriel, we need to talk. You can't just drop a shit can like that and run away. And no, I didn't bring any cash." Agent Willows ached to pull her service revolver and empty the clip into his face and chest.
Dean fished his wallet from his jacket and gave her several bills. "Take care of the hotel bill with that too, will you. I'll call you in a couple of hours."
"Hey cheapskate, the room was $200 bucks." Amanda called loving the angry crimson flush that spread up his throat and face. She smiled when he pressed several more bills into her outstretched hand. This would buy her a nice new gown. She had settled the hotel bill on his credit card as he was showering this morning. If he was going to treat her like a piece of ass off the street, he was going to realize that he had chosen a high priced piece of ass.
Dean slammed the car door glad to be away from the sickly sweet odor of Amanda's perfume and her nasally voice. He had to clear his head, or his business partners were going to make the interviews at GITMO look like playtime at a daycare. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel as the car roared to life. Now he would have to deal with Dr. Isles and Willows. He should have stayed in Afghanistan and let that sick fuck Charles Hoyt kill Jane Rizzoli. The woman had started his life on a downward spiral. Because of one dyke, who was too stupid to know she was a dyke until she was almost killed, he had ruined his life. If he hadn't gone into that bar on that night and started drinking… Nice guys didn't finish last; they just became assholes!
"Where do you think you're going little angry boy?" Amanda pulled her cell from her blazer and placed a call to a secret number. One even the great and powerful Special Agent Golden Boy Dean didn't know about. "This is Willows, I need a to locate a particular phone. Yes it is equipped with a GPS chip. Good, call me when you have the location." Amanda used the phone at the seafood shack and called for a taxi.
"Vanilla, you don't look so happy. Tell Rondo all about it. I can make all your troubles disappear." Rondo sank onto to sofa beside Jane but jumped up as he found the broken spring with his left butt cheek.
"If you tell me where that sack of dog shit Agent Dean is, I'll be happy. Happy to make him disappear!" Jane snapped.
"His lady friend didn't come back with him, but two Escalades full of white dudes in bad suits filled up the joint not ten minutes ago. Isn't he a friend of yours?" Rondo angled his body so his shoulder leaned into Jane's side brushing her breast.
"Where?" Korsak asked reaching for his Kevlar vest and tossing Jane's to her. "How could two Escalades roll up in this neighborhood without us knowing?"
"Korsak, the streets around here are full of Escalades and Navigators and every other high end SUV on the market." Frankie snorted. "Drug dealers and pimps love them."
"Can we please focus on the issue at hand." Jane groaned. "Rondo, where did you see the men in the Escalades?"
Rondo chewed his toothpick for a second looking from Jane to Frankie. "Is this valuable information, Vanilla?" He asked when no cash appeared.
"C'mon Rondo, you can't seriously be shaking us down at a time like this? Besides, I just gave you $20 yesterday." Frankie protested.
"And I gave you $20 the day before that." Chuck said entering the conversation. After spending almost a week chasing trash in The Arms, he was ready for some real action.
Rondo flashed Jane an apologetic smile. "I gave you two hookers and a pretty major drug dealer." he said looking first at Frankie then at Chuck. "This is brand new information."
"How much?" Jane asked pulling money from her jeans.
"I got this." Korsak said stuffing a $50 in Rondo's outstretched hand. "Now, you better give me that in information, or I run you in for extortion."
Amanda parked the rental and did a quick scan of the street and the nearby buildings. Her contact had indeed traced Agent Dean to his business deal. She also had some very interesting voice recordings. At the end of this fiasco, it wasn't going to be her ass in the sling. Using binoculars, she traced the movements of the 12 individuals inside the closed convenience store. A flash of khaki caught her eye. "What the hell? Do you have a death wish buddy?" Amanda watched the man approach the door and shake it, trying to get someone to open the locked door.
"Abort!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs. "Abort. I say again, abort!" He sprinted to the back of the store and stood listening for any sound of someone waiting by the back door.
Chuck drew his revolver and fired two shots before a shotgun blast caught him in the chest and threw him into the middle of the street. All hell broke loose as bullets and shotgun blasts shattered windows in the store and the relative quiet of the late evening.
Amanda cursed, but put out a call for back up from any and all local law enforcement agencies in the area. She knew an undercover cop when she saw one. Right now there was a dead one lying not three feet from her car door. Sirens rent the air as squad cars sealed off the streets. She opened her car door and crouched low keeping the door between herself and the direction of the gunfire.
"Chuck!" Korsak was coming around the side of the building when he heard the shot. "Jane, get back up out here now. Frankie, can you see Chuck. Repeat, do you have a visual on Chuck?"
From the opposite side of the building, Frankie made his way to the front corner. He took a steadying breath and slipped his head around the corner. He saw the car with it's door open parked across the street and then the body lying in the street. "He's dead. Repeat, Chuck is dead. Jane you OK?" Frankie called.
The back door creaked open and Dean slipped out. He stood for a second looking in all directions. When he was satisfied, no one was in the alley to see him, he holstered his gun and began walking from the store.
"Going somewhere, Agent Dean?" Jane asked stepping from the shadows created by the trash dumpster. "Seems you're leaving the party a little early. Where you headed?"
Dean took one look in Jane's eyes and knew she would drop him in the street if he made a move for his weapon. "One of them ran out the back. If we hurry, we may catch him."
"Interesting. I didn't see anyone as I came up the alley. Are you sure he went that way?" Jane aimed her Glock at Dean's chest. If he took one wrong breath, she would gladly pull the trigger.
"We gotta find him before he reports back to Agent Willows." Dean tried to look shamefaced, but couldn't pull it off. Instead he looked smug. "Agent Willows is dealing in black market weapons. I've been working undercover here trying to find her buyers."
"Looks like you succeeded." Jane quipped. She didn't believe a word dripping from his lying lips. God, had she really found him the least bit attractive? "Why don't we take a ride back to the PD and you can lay out the details. We can also get a bulletin out for the one you saw get away."
"Jane, you copy?" Korsak called. "Jane, the situation inside the house is contained. Repeat, situation contained."
"Looks like the good guys win today." Dean grinned. He could only hope that everyone had been killed. If not, his head would carry a very high price tag once word got out about this cluster fuck.
Jane waved for Dean to precede her to the front of the store. She walked just to his right watching his face. When they reached the front of the demolished building she saw his features tense and his gun clear his holster. Before, she could take him to the ground he fired one round.
"Janie get down!" Frankie yelled and returned fire. His bullet caught Dean just under the chin and spun him sideways.
"Hold your fire. Everyone hold your damn fire!" Korsak yelled. He rushed to where Dean lay blood gushing from his chin and left cheek. "Get a medic over here!"
Jane dragged her gaze from Dean's prone form to the body sprawled face down on the sidewalk in front of the store. Had Dean been telling the truth about Agent Willows? Jane walked to the still form and turned the body over. Dean's bullet had ripped through the center of Amanda's forehead blowing off a large portion of the top of her skull and most of the left upper side of her once beautiful face.
"What the fuck just happened here?" Korsak asked shaking his head at the carnage and destruction.
"Let's head back to the precinct and get Maura started home. If we ever needed that big brain of hers, now's the time." Besides, she couldn't wait to crawl into bed and wrap her arms around her partner. This was one of those sucky days and she really needed a hug.
So did you guess who was killed? Let me know, curious to hear your thoughts.
