Hi readers! I just really wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate your reviews. It's awesome and really appreciated that you take time to tell me what you think of this story, and hopefully I've got Bobby in character. I never thought that this fic would get the feedback it's gotten. Here's the chapter were Bobby would die in the movie, but I'm gonna avoid that, haha. Speaking of which, I just watched Minority Report with my friends...why is it that in every movie, Colin gets shot in the chest and then the head? That's like the fifth movie I've seen that happen to him, including Bosses...lol anyway, here's the new chapter! :D

9

I bit my lip, chewing on it in anxiety. I walked past the cash registers, away from Kurt, Dale, and Nick. Bobby stood there, arching his eyebrow at me in questioning, wondering where I'd been. I shrugged at him and smirked. He pulled out his keys, "Ready to go? I just gotta grab a bottle of Jack while we're here."

Kurt, Dale, and Nick were at the register, and I nodded at Bobby, "Alright, I'll grab it. I'll meet you at the register."

Bobby nodded and I made my way for the liquor aisle, grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels. Things were speeding through my mind at the speed of light, sorting through choices of what I could do tonight to stop Nick from poisoning Bobby. I mean, I'd be there tonight, so I guess I could stop it then.

I quickly walked down the aisle, my flip flops smacking against the tile floors, to the registers, praying hard that Kurt and Bobby weren't fist fighting on the floor. I was relieved when I saw Bobby at the register and handed him the bottle, which he gladly cranked open.

I saw Kurt, Nick, and Dale at the next register over. They exchanged eye contact with me, and Bobby gruffly paid the cashier and we went to the exit of the store, where Dale screeched, "Oh My, God, Monika!"

Bobby skidded in his tracks with me, and I pretended as if I hadn't had a reunion with them two minutes earlier.

"Dale, Kurt, Nick! Hi, guys." I said, grinning at them. Bobby and Kurt already had their eyes narrowed like a bunch of punky high schoolers, and I rolled my eyes.

"Nick, Dale. This is my boss, Bobby Pelitt." I said, and I looked between Kurt and Bobby, "They already know each other, I'm pretty sure."

"Hey, man." Dale said, shaking Bobby's hand. Bobby wasn't completely rude, and he smirked at Dale and Nick and muttered, "Hey."

Kurt said roughly in a mutter, "Asshole."

"Dickskin." Bobby said.

"Douche-bag." Kurt snapped back.

Bobby rolled his eyes while he took a swig of the Jack Daniels bottle. I shot Kurt a glare, given that he'd started it. "Monika, let's fuckin' go." Bobby said in a mutter, pulling out his car keys.

"Okay, be right there." I said, and he nodded, making his way to his Ferrari. I shot death glares to Kurt, Nick, and Dale, "Okay, idiots. There. You met him, happy?"

"He is a dick." Dale said, amazed, "Would he be mad if I shouted out to him that I ruined his coke?"

"He just has a bad attitude," I said, "There's a difference."

"He's pretty dickish...is that a word?" Nick commented.

"I can't wait to kill that bastard." Kurt grinned maliciously.

"You're a sadist." I pointed at him playfully, "You have problems."

"You just hate him 'cause he fucked Monika." Dale squeaked, grinning at Kurt.

"Not true. If I wanted to fuck Monika, I could do it anytime, anywhere." Kurt defended, a smug, reassurring look on his smug little face.

"I'm standing right here." I said to Kurt, giving him an 'are you stupid?' look.

We began walking outside, the Los Angeles sun lowering as the day grew later. Dale had at least four bags filled to the brim with jars of peanuts, which made no sense to us, given he only needed one little jar.

Nick had one bag which held the rat poision, which made me anxious. I bit my lip and walked with the guys, and Kurt glared down at Dale's bag.

"Man, why do you have twenty jars of peanuts? What are you hosting, a girly cocktail party?"

"No. If we can't use the peanuts to kill Harkin, we can use them to kill hunger." Dale pointed out.

We stopped at Nick's Prius, the four of his giving each other nervous glances.

Nick unlocked his car and opened the passenger seat, and exhaled, "Okay. Kurt and Monika, you're reconning at Julia's. Dale, you'll kill Harkin. And I'll kill Pelitt."

I chewed on my lip again, my mind begging to tell them what was really going on between Bobby and I.

"I can't make it tonight for recon, Kurt." I lied, "You'll have to fill me in before we take her out, okay?"

"What? Why?" Kurt asked. The three boys looked at me curiously, and I said, "I have to pack my apartment up for tomorrow. Remember, evicted?"

Little did they know, I was going over Bobby's. They were going to find out eventually.

"That's okay. I'll fill you in." Kurt said.

"So, we're gonna do this. See you guys on the other side." Dale exhaled.

And that was that.


I yawned as I hugged a bed pillow to my chest, and I felt relieved as I dramatically stretched on Bobby's king-sized bed. I wore short, red mesh athetic shorts that said Santa Monica High School on the butt and a black and yellow Nirvana T-shirt, my hair tumbling to my chest.

I felt anxious, nervous, and excited, all at the same time. Nick was outside in Prius, waiting for Bobby to go to bed to make his first move. Little did he know, I was here and I wouldn't let him kill Bobby.

My lime green Virgin Sidekick vibrated insanely and began to sing Cocaine. I scrambled to answer it, reaching out to the nightstand and flipping it open without a second thought.

"Hello?" I asked into the reciever.

"Monika, I see your car in Pelitt's driveway. You're sleeping with him, aren't you?" Nick's voice floated into my eardrums.

"Damnit," I exhaled, "You caught me."

"Why didn't you just tell me? I mean, you probably shouldn't call Kurt, but...anyway, he really wants me to do it."

"Nick, just give me time. I'll call you back."

"I'm not leaving."

"Fine, Nick. Bye."

I slammed the phone shut and put it back on Bobby's nightstand.

A snort and a loud cough came from the living room attached to Bobby's bedroom, and I knew he was snorting a few lines.

"Hey, Scarface! Take it easy and stop smushing your face in your mountain of cocaine. Leave it and just come here. It's not healthy." I called to him, knowing that he was just asking for an overdose.

Bobby stumbled into the bedroom, not high, to my relief. He smirked at me and leaned against the doorway, "Y'know, for once...I'm pretty fucking relieved that I don't have a hooker in my bed tonight."

I blinked up at him a smiled a little, "What do you have in your bed tonight?"

He came closer and sat on the bed, giving me that sex-crazed, smug smirk, "You."

Nothing was romantic about Bobby, which was what I loved. He wasn't gushy. He was grossily crude, rude and straightforward, an asshole. That's why I loved him; I hated really lovey-dovey guys.

Bobby was the exact opposite.

I let him crush his mouth against mine. He instantly went French, and I let him. He slowly climbed on top of me while we kissed, and he pushed my knee back and out of his way so he could get on top. He released himself from the kiss and began pulling off my shorts as I laid there, looking up at him. He grinned deviantly and snickered, "At least we know Large Marge can't barge in now."

I burst out laughing, but shut my mouth when I realized that was pretty mean to say and I'd yelled at him earlier about him saying that. I looked up at him, smirking, "You are a dickhead."

He kissed me hardcore, aggressively.

"That's what they tell me." Bobby replied as he released me, laughing between huffs as he readied me, pulling off his shirt. Before he could position himself on top of me and do the deed, the doorbell rang.

"Who the fuckin'..." Bobby grumbled under his breath, and I looked up at him, confused. Bobby climbed off me, tumbling off the bed and not bothering to put his shirt back on, "Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell at fucking eleven thirty...Monika, stay the fuck there. I'll get it."

I rolled my eyes at his fowl mouth as he walked down the hall and to the staircase that led to the front door.

My Virgin Sidekick vibrated violently and kept blaring Cocaine again. I grumbled to myself and the caller ID read Nick Hendricks, with a picture of Nick grinning and giving two thumbs up, with Dale jumping up behind him.

"What?" I growled into the speaker.

The doorbell rang again, then again, frantically. "Fuck, I'm coming! Shut the fuck up!" I heard Bobby grumble as he made his way down the staircase.

"Monika, you better act quick, 'cause Harkin's at the door and he's got a gun!" Nick said quickly into the reciever. My eyes widened, and I squealed a quick "thank you" to Nick.

I jumped up from Bobby's bed and sprinted down the stairs, practically knocking Bobby over like a bowling pin. He swayed, "Monika, what the hell?"

The doorbell rang four times in a row, quick.

"I'll get it, you're cell just rang. It's Bolivian...they said it was urgent." I made a lie up on the spot, my eyes pleading at Bobby. He looked at me, surprised and suspicious.

"Alright...see you in a few...?" Bobby said, his sentance sounding more like a question, arching his eyebrow at me and making his way back up the stairs, confused.

I didn't care that I was in my underwear and Nirvana shirt, I sprinted down the rest of the staircase and to the front door, slowly cranking it open.

A man who I recognized from the picture in his house was Harkin himself. He was a man in his early-to-mid fifties, reasonably tall, slightly balding, and a little chunky. He looked infuriated, and my eyes instantly darted to the gun in his right hand, grasping it tightly.

I spotted Nick's Prius in the background, and he was hunched down in the front seat, staring at Harkin and I.

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked sweetly, opening the door and looking at Harkin anxiously. He glared at me.

"Is this Bobby Pelitt's apartment?" He snapped, clearly not in the mood for bullshit.

"Yeah, but he isn't here." I lied again, attempting to not freak out. My eyes couldn't help but stare at the handgun.

"Who the fuck are you?" He snapped.

"His maid." I said, completely contradicting myself when I remembered I was in my panties.

I mentally slapped myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Maid? Yeah, right. Maybe a stripper dressed up as a maid...

"Girlfriend, hooker, whore, maid, whatever the flying fuck you are to him," Harkin barked, "Tell him that I know what he did and that I need to have a little talk with him, okay? And give him this."

Harkin threw Bobby's old cell phone at me. I caught it.

He held the gun up to me, and my eyes must've grown to the size of dinner plates. I held my hands up with the cell phone in one hand, "Look, I don't know anything..."

"You tell him what I told you to tell him, okay? And if you go to the police, be rest assurred it will be the last thing you'll ever fucking do." Harkin hissed at me, waving the gun in my face.

"Okay." I squeaked, practically trembling.

Harkin nodded and shot right next to my foot twice, barely missing me by an inch. My eyes widened and he scrambled away, back to his massive SUV, and drove away quickly.

My heartbeat throbbed quicker than it had ever before. I stood there, trembling. Nick jumped out of his Prius when Harkin was out of sight. He sprinted to me, and I felt like I couldn't move.

"Monika, are you okay?" Nick asked, and I nodded.

"I'm okay...he wanted to kill Bobby. Why the fuck would he do that? He would've killed him if he answered the door. He gave me his old cell phone." I told Nick, holding it up.

Nick gawked at me, "Kurt must've dropped it when we were in Harkin's bedroom!"

"Fuck...I'm going to absolutely kill Kurt. Forget our bosses! I'm going after Kurt." I said, infuriated.

"Calm down, Monika. Oh, shit! I bet Harkin thought that Bobby was fucking his wife...he always is paranoid about his wife sleeping around..." Nick said.

"...And he found another guy's cell phone in their bedroom!" I exclaimed, piecing the puzzle together.

The gunshots had gotten the attention from Bobby's neighbors, who's lights flicked on and a lot of yelling was heard.

"I'm calling the cops!" Nick and I heard someone yell.

Nick nodded, "Tell Pelitt any excuse you think of. I already called Dale and Kurt, they're meeting us back at the bar. Harkin's a fucking physco."

"Okay, I'll tell him another lie." I sighed, "I'll meet you guys at the bar."

Nick sprinted back to his Prius, and began speeding away in panic. Somehow, I knew that Nick speeding away from a scene were there had been gunshots probably wasn't a good choice.

I slammed Bobby's front door and sprinted back up the staircase, almost slipping. Bobby laid down on the bed, surprisingly looking at me as I ran into the bedroom.

"Whoa, whoa. Who was at the front door?" Bobby asked, getting up, "And what was that noise outside?"

"Uh...girl scouts?" I said, obviously lying. "And I think someone's setting off fireworks."

"Girl scouts? At fucking eleven thirty at night?" Bobby asked, arching an eyebrow at me. "That sounded like a fuckin' gun."

"I guess." I said, pulling on my shorts.

"Wait a sec, Monika. Where the fuck are you going?" He asked, adjusting his boxers.

"I gotta go...Kurt texted me and said he broke his...hip?" I lied yet again, even my face looked like I didn't mean what I was saying.

I was getting annoyed that to start off our relationship, I'd already been put in a murder plot to kill him and now I was lying again to him. This wasn't a healthy relationship.

"Kurt? Who the fuck cares about that dickwall. Monika, just relax, for fuck's sake." Bobby grumbled.

"I'll be back in a little while. I swear." I said, attempting to smile at him. I was too worried to even smile.

"Do you not want to fuck? What is it? Fucking shit, every time you're here, you rush out to leave." Bobby snapped, glaring at me.

"I'm sorry. I swear I'll be back in a few." I said, and reached up and kissed him. He smirked through the kiss, accepting my word, and grabbed my torso again.

We stumbled back on the bed and I let him kiss me for a minute, and I aggressively kissed him back. He grinned manically and we released. I bit my lip and smiled up at him, "Does that answer your questions, Bobby?"

"Yeah. I'll give you a fuckin' hour." He joked, letting me up.

I dashed out of Bobby's apartment after saying bye, sprinting outside in the warm Los Angeles summer night. I quickly drove to our bar, seeing the three of my best friends' cars in the parking lot. My mind was speeding at a quick pace.

Would Harkin kill Bobby? Would Harkin try to shoot me? What were Dale, Nick, Kurt and I going to do?

Shit...

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