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The following story is completely fictional. It is merely the work of an over-active imagination from the mind of a bored and stressed author. I have no affiliation with A&E or the Chapman family. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this ;)

Chapter 9

"Brielle?"

"No freakin' way!" Brielle smiled and moved around the table, falling gladly into Leland's open arms. He held her tight, amazed that this was happening. A few years after moving Leland realized that he would probably never see her again and yet here she was, in his arms.

"Ow!" Leland yelped, loosening his hold on Brielle when she hit him. "What the hell was that for?"

"That was for making me cry when you left," she said, an innocent smile on her face. He shook his head; she could get away with almost anything when she did that. Almost anything, he wasn't going to let that one go just yet but he would wait until after work to deal with her.

"When did you move here?"

"About a month ago; the boys decided I wasn't safe anymore."

"The boys? Your cousins, right?"

"No, your old buddies from Colorado."

"So, they got over it."

"Got over what?" Brielle asked, crossing her arms and cocking an eye at him.

"Yeah, about that. I told them to keep an eye on you after I left."

"Gee, thanks. Just to add to my suffering they decided I should move in with them." Leland laughed at her as everyone sat down with a plate of food.

"They really took me seriously, huh?"

"Ya think?" she replied, sitting down next to him, tucking her legs underneath her.

"Who'd you find for today, Bri?" Duane asked, looking up at her from his spot across from her.

"Probably the hardest one I could pick up." Brielle stood and walked to the computer desk and picked up a file before walking back to Duane and handing him the file, taping a picture up on the white board.

"Let's get started. Read me the bio, Youngblood."

"Ken Rodriguez. 5'8", 230 pounds. Black hair, brown eyes. DOB: July 16, 1973."

"How old is he, Leland?"

"32."

"What are his charges?"

"UCPV, terroristic threatening in the first and second, arson, assault in the second and FTA." Duane and Tim looked at each other before glancing at Brielle, shaking their heads as they went back to the file.

"What? I was bored, and we're almost out of time on him." They continued to shake their heads; she was still the same after all these years.

After making a few phone calls to the cosigner, the mother and an ex-girlfriend, the team decided this guy was going to be hard to catch. The mother only knew a few places where he was likely to hang out or hide as he didn't talk to her all that often, the girlfriend wanted nothing to do with them because she had been threatened with her life and the cosigner hung up the phone immediately after answering. Brielle took all of it in stride, not too worried, but the guys became concerned for the girls' safety. Flipping through the file again, Brielle looked at addresses and names, trying to figure out where to start.

"I say check out the cosigner's house. He heard your voice and hung up; he's probably hiding Ken there."

"That's quite a way out of town, away from his usual hangouts," Tim pointed out as she dropped the file back on the table.

"I'd like a confirmation," Beth said, looking over at Brielle. "Though, she does have a knack for finding guys like this one."

"Fine," she sighed, pulling out her phone and opening the file to the cosigner's phone numbers.

"What are you doing?" Leland asked, reaching for her but she swatted his hand away, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

"Hi," Brielle said into her phone when the guy answered, using as sexy a voice she could muster, "my name's Candy, I'm looking for Ken. Yeah, we met a few nights ago at Jack-in-the-Box; he said he wanted to get together. No problem, just have him call me. Sure, hun, anytime you're up for something just give me a call. Thanks, love." Snapping her phone shut, she looked up at them triumphantly.

"Were you a dancer or something? That was pretty convincing," Duane Lee told her as everyone else nodded at his comment.

"Yeah, I used to dance. Still do, actually."

"You're a stripper!?"

"Oh! God, no!" she answered, looking at Duane Lee like he was crazy. "You guys really thought that I stripped?"

"I don't know, Bri. You defiantly got the body for it."

"Shut up, Leland," Brielle replied, trying to sound pissed but the slight blush on her face giving her away.

"Well, where did all of that come from? You must have practiced that before."

"I made it up as I went, you dork. You, too!" She leaned forward and slapped Duane Lee's knee after hitting Leland's arm. "Anyway, we should go; he didn't really buy it. Ken's 'sleeping' right now, and I have a feeling our guy's gonna find out I was lying."

"All right. Mount up, sounds like Brielle's on to something." Everyone scrambled for their things, pulling their gear on hastily before running outside to pray. "Lord, protect us today as we go after Ken. Watch us and help us take him out without a fight. Amen."

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