Here I am again! Let's continue with this little tale, then... in this chapter, some Keffy interaction (I know some of you love it ;D). Hope you'll like it!
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Almost a week later. Sunday.
4. JAMES COOK. THE COOKIE MONSTER.
City's breaking down on a camel's back.
They just have to go 'cos they dont hold back.
So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see.
You wont get out the county, 'cos you're bad and free.
A car. A burning car. A can full of gasoline. A cigarette consuming in his lips, that showed a grin.
Paddy was looking throught his aviator sunglasses, sitting on the floor. The flames were high and Cook just smiled. He was so near that he could reach with his fingertrips the end of the road. Cook promised Emily that he was going to end everything. He just was trying to keep his promises.
[...]
2. ELIZABETH STONEM. EFF.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Stonem. Please, take a seat."
Eff raised one eyebrow and sat on the woolen chair Mr. McClair had on his office. The simple thought of being there, in their house, was driving her crazy. Luckily, she didn't see Katie, because if she would have done, she would go mad.
The brunette sighed and pushed off those thoughts of her head, waiting for Frederick to speak. He cleared his throat, and smiling, look at the girl. "I guess you don't know why are you here, don't you?"
Effy nodded, and the man handed her a folder. When she opened, she saw a kind of paper where she could read 'contract'. She opened her eyes, surprised. "What's this?"
He replied. "As you could read, a contract. A proper contract, I mean. I want you to work for me, E... can I call you Elizabeth?"
She looked at him "Honestly, I prefer Mrs. Stonem."
He laughed. "OK, Miss Stonem then. Listen, I would like to have a longer conversation with you, but I am quite a business man, do you know? Call me as soon as possible, if you are interested."
She nodded, standing up. Yeah, it was better, the last time she came to that house, she fucked Katie to death in THAT desk and that image was really playing with her head.
Frederick opened the door and that's WHEN.
When her heart bumped like crazy in her body again and again.
And she felt the warm in her chest again, but Katie hadn't seen her.
She wanted to call her, she wanted to do everything in a fucking second, but she just shutted up and went outside.
She lighted a fag, trying to calm herself, entering in her car.
She didn't know that Katie, in fact, knew that she was here.
The brunette went to Tesco's, that morning, and she bought some alcohol. The strongest alcohol she found, by the way.
She was going to open her house entry door when her mobile buzzed, in her pocket.
With a sight, she grabbed her smartphone.
A simple direction, as a date, appeared on her screen.
- Tonight, Inn Above Tide's Hotel, Sausalito. You know where it is, x.
She smiled. She remembered the place, and she dialled someone's else number.
After three beeps, the person on the other side of the line, laughed. "Faster than I thought. Well... what's your decision, then?"
And Eff smiled, more convinced than in all her life. "I'll do it."
[...]
5. NAOMI CAMPBELL. NAI. THE COPPER.
"We've identified the car, Campbell. Property of Johnny White, he is known because he owns two clubs here in San Francisco. He has some police records, but nothing serious enough."
Naomi nodded, looking at the Scene Investigation. The car was fucking burnt, so professionaly, but the enrollment was perfectly at view, so the person who did that, knew how.
"Do you think that inside the car there was something?" Asked JJ drinking coffee, to her partner.
She shook her head. "I don't think so... it seems that the person who did this, wanted exactly to do this, Jones, and near the Golden Gate... it is curious."
"Mr. White is waiting us in the office, it seems we have a rough day." He said, entering in the police car.
She sighed, entering in the driver's place, too.
She knew him. Of course she did.
The blondie couldn't avoid thinking that all was involved in the same line, and something bigger was being cooked in her city. She suddenly thought in Emily, and her motel's room. The redhead was a piece of the puzzle and Naomi didn't like that.
In fact, she hated it.
[...]
She sat, on that chair, and JJ sat by her side. Johnny White was in front of them, with a devilish grin on his face, but Naomi wasn't scared.
She never was scared about nothing, and the only thing that scared her in all that years, was, ironically, that fiery redhead.
"It's been a long time, Mrs. Campbell."
She didn't see White in probably five or six months. He was always involved in something but they couldn't catch him at the end.
He was a tall man. Probably 35, or a similar age, with messy long hair and a smirk on her face. "Have you missed me?"
"You're quite missable, John." She knew how to act. How to be that sarcastic bitch, that bad copper. Johnny laughed, loud and creepy enough to make JJ squeeze.
"What I've done, this time?"
Naomi smiled. "I think you aren't going to like this, Johnny. Someone has crashed and burnt your lovely BMW 315. What a shame, huh?" He put his fists on the table, angry. "Awww, don't worry. We know you haven't done it, we just wanted to inform you 'in person', so... you're free to leave whenever you want. Do you want to report it, thought?" Ask her, teasing the man. Naomi knew that the car was special to him, so she liked the situation. She always liked to piss that man, in all those 3 years, and she always knew how to do that.
JJ and Naomi stood up, smiling and the oldest man, went outside the room.
"You've been OK." Said JJ, smiling.
Naomi relaxed herself on that chair, quietly. "The look in his face it's been wonderful, Jay."
The boy laughed. "You're full of shit, Campbell."
She was.
She didn't mind it, thought.
[...]
3. KATIE FITCH. KFF. MISS McCLAIR.
She played with her dress fabric, sitting in that bed. The views were so fucking fantastic, and the Gate was totally illuminated.
It was like magic.
She never got a reply, but she knew that she was going to see her. She always went, her brunette always would go.
When she heard footsteps, she smiled.
There she was.
A long breath filled her lungs. She needed it. Eff looked totally amazing, she was the most beaufigul girl in all the Milkyway. Katie knew that she would never have a lesbian thing, that she wasn't a dyke as her sister, but Eff was Eff and it was different because she truly loved her.
Eff rested her body on the balcony's railing, and when she felt the little girl hands hugging her waist, she smiled. They would always feel safe around the other. Eff sighed and murmured something. "I fucking hate you."
Katie smiled. "Nah... you will always love me."
And Eff though she really would.
[...]
They cuddled each other in that bed. Katie rested her head in Eff's chest and the taller one hugged Katie's waist with her cold hands. Katie had to smile and close her eyes, feeling it.
They made love, so many times. Katie couldn't remember a time like that, when she enjoyed it too much, but when she thought that maybe her hormones were playing with her because of the pregnancy, she swallowed hard, closing her eyes again.
Elizabeth's right hand was playing with her stomach, lazily. "You know that your husband has offered me a kind of job..."
It was a retorycal question. Obviously, Katie knew about it, and just nodded, letting herself be comfortable with her brunette. "What are you going to do?"
Eff smiled. "I've accepted it." And then, Katie laughed because her girl wasn't going to let her be, ever.
The taller liked to make Katie know that in a strange way, she was 'hers'.
She obviously was.
Anyway, the little knew that she was waiting so much to drop the bomb.
She had to do it. She had to tell her.
"I have to tell you something." Said Katie, in a whisper.
Eff hugged her, better. She knew that something big was going on and she wanted to have a good feeling in that bed, because she always though that it would be their last time.
It never was.
"Go ahead." Murmured Eff, kissing Katie's forehead.
Katie breathed, grabbing the other girl hand. She needed to tell her, she needed to feel the freedom again, and she couldn't (she never could) lie to Eff, or hide her something. Never. "I'm pregnant, babes..." Eff felt a pang in her chest, and closed her eyes. She had something in her body, something from someone else. It hurted like a billion tones of iron hitting her. "Say something, please." Said Katie, with her voice broken.
Eff kissed her. Possesively, fiercely and some "ly's" more. She needed to feel her. She needed to make love to her, again.
She did.
Katie didn't know if she was feeling completely loved or hated. They cried. They never cried before together, it was always one of the other, but that night, they BOTH cried. "You're a twat... a fucking gorgeous twat, by the way." Katie laughed, cleaning her tears and Eff's ones. They hugged each other and Katie rested her head on Elizabeth's shoulder, breathing.
Then, Eff murmured something, like a whisper.
"If you're asking me THAT, you know the answer... I'll never leave you. I love you, Katie."
And after all, Katie smiled, because althought her circumstances were different, she would love her forever, too.
She said it, in a whisper, after three years.
"Me too, Effy. Me fucking too."
And it was like a murmure, like a whisper, but Eff though that it was completely worth it.
She was meant to be there, next to her.
[...]
5. NAOMI CAMPBELL. NAI. THE COPPER.
She moved her beer, with a sad smile on her face. JJ was sitting by her side, talking with some workmates like Michelle or Anwar, but she couldn't.
Her mind was somewhere else. "Are you OK, Campbell?"
Naomi felt the hand of his friend on the shoulder, and she smiled, nodding. "Yeah... just a rought day."
JJ smiled, sighing. "Ahh, I know what you mean. This fucking Johnny White, isn't it?"
She just nodded and stood up. "Need a fag."
JJ let her. He never smoked and he never would, but in a weird way, it suited Naomi, he though. She was hot and cold, he liked her as a friend, obviously, but she was a hard one. He knew that she was the best police woman San Francisco's city would ever have and that was enough. He didn't know, thought, that maybe something was corrupting her. Or someone.
Anyway, she went outside and she litted a fag, resting her head on the wall and closing her eyes. She couldn't forget the taste of Emily lips and it was consuming her. The worst: she didn't even know where she was. She regreted like crazy that moment in the morning, where she let her go. The Police Corp. needed to ask her some questions and she just let her go, as if she were more important than her job. She never did that before with anyone, fuck's sake!
What was that thing that made her be drowned to the little redhead?
[...]
1. EMILY FITCH. CHERRY.
Another time right there, in her motorbike, staring at San Francisco lights.
She stood with her sister for two days, and it was OK, totally. She was glad to see her, and she wanted to be there for a while but she knew she couldn't.
She scaped, then, as always. She needed to think straight, but Naomi was in her mind. It was impossible not to: she never felt something like that before.
Five days in Los Angeles, in Cook's old safe house, and she felt like new.
She just wanted to go to San Francisco again: she was totally sick of running. Of scaping.
She smiled, and jumping in her motorbike, she started to drive, careless. She needed a place to stay, and she knew that she couldn't abuse her sister. She couldn't call Cook, either, because there, they were like strangers to each other. She though in Thomas and Panda. It was selfish, totally selfish, to break Thomas peace because he found it, and she envied him but she was happy for her friend, obviously.
The simple though of calling Naomi removed her stomach.
It was dangerous and she didn't feel like to do it, so she called someone who offered to help her twice. She just did.
And that's it for now!
This chapter song is: Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. (I think it suits the story).
See you next time :D
#MARV.