"Robbie, heyy." Purred a feminine voice from the other end of the phone; the sound of snipping scissors followed her soft snarl, and a warm grin overtook her lips.
"Stace, listen, I can't chat. Let me speak to Ted."
"Teddy isn't here right now," Her innocent voice spoke lies, "What should I tell him when he gets back?"
"You were right." He sighed—he had been told only to report to Ted, and Ted was gone. He was uneasy about how Stacey would relay his message, but he didn't have a choice—this was his only phone call. "I had a visitor today, one of hers." His words were slow, "Seemed upset, I don't think she told him anything, but I know he's not buying my confession. He'll be by my place later—looking for God knows what."
"Good. Thanks." She said looking around Robbie's house, "I'll let him know as soon as he gets back."
The blonde woman flipped shut her phone and tossed it down on the table beside her. She then grabbed another fistful of her golden hair and slid her fingers down its length. With her other hand, she took the scissors and started cutting just past her chin, letting it fall to the floor in a flurry of fine strands.
She dropped the scissors and ran her fingers through the remnants of her hair, then sighed as she made her way into the bedroom where her lover slept.
"Wake up; that was Robbie." She said kicking the side of the bed, "Turns out, you were wrong about her— she can't control them."
"What are you talking about?" Ted mumbled rolling to his side. He stretched out his long arms, yawned, and rubbed the side of his jaw.
"One of the boys—he's asking questions. Gonna pay us a little visit."
"When?" Ted sat up and leaned back against his arms. He never imagined either one of Billie's boys to disobey her, so he hadn't planned anything in the event they did. He had to think fast.
"Don't know," She laughed behind fear-filled eyes, "but Rob sounded freaked. What if he's on to us? What if he finds us out?"
"Hey," Ted smiled warmly, "Don't worry. I'll call Theo, Frit, and Davey—we'll handle the kid. You get the pictures developed, put together a nice package for our lovely lieutenant,"
Stacey rolled her eyes and started to walk away, but he grabbed her arm. "Oh," His smile had faded, but his lips now split from a ravishing grin. "And why don't you buy yourself a new dress. Cus' I'm thinkin' we're gonna get you that ticket after all."
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"Will," Deaq whispered jamming his car key into the ignition and giving it a sharp turn.
He had been right all along.
He had known something was off about the Felch case, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized the little things that had been 'off' about Billie— ever since she had assigned the case in the first place.
But could she be the woman Robbie had mentioned?
It wasn't exactly impossible. He had worked for her almost a year now, and he still knew next to nothing about her. But what could she possibly have to do with Felch? Or even this Ted guy?
He didn't know, but he was sure going to find out.
With a silent huff, he jerked the clutch into reverse and backed out of his parking spot; when he had gotten far enough out of the space, he turned the wheel, shifted, took off.
"Will," He thought once more, pulling out his cell phone. Using only his right hand, he flipped open the device and let his thumb hovered the '5', but he did not press it. Instead, he bit his lip; he wasn't sure of what he'd say to her, but he could always figure that out once she picked up. He shrugged off his worries, but before he had started dialing, a message popped up on the small screen.
He laughed.
More than twenty missed calls—all from Van. What was his deal? He shrugged and sighed before hitting the 'send' button to return his partner's calls; as it started to ring it hit him.
The case.
He cursed under his breath and slammed on his breaks—after nearly running a red light. He had been so blinded by his quest for closure he had totally forgotten about the meet. And Van wasn't about to let him forget it either.
"Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you for hours!" His partner yelled the moment he had picked up.
"Yeah, man," He laughed, "I can see that. Does Billie know?"
"I guess you could say that, yes." Van's voice replied nervously. "Billie knows."
Deaq could tell his partner had ratted him out, but he couldn't blame him. Van had every right to be angry with him—he had blown the cased. He only wished he knew what to say.
"What'd she say?" He asked out of curiosity. He knew she had to be beyond pissed about it; he laughed. It was funny— once again, he had been moments away from telling the woman off, and, once again, he was silenced—this time out of fear of her wrath.
He had to wonder why he cared.
"Um, something along the lines of: 'Find partner. Find new plan Get back here, life or death, yada yada' You know, the usual."
"Great,"
"Yeah, so where are you, man?"
"On my way back to the Candy Store; you?" He asked though he really didn't care. He only had one thing on his mind—and that was solving this mystery.
"Race tracks." Van replied with a chuckle. "I didn't want to leave, incase you showed up."
"I'm sorry, Van." He sighed, "I really didn't mean to stand you up like that—just had to sort some things out, you know?"
"Whatever, dude." Van laughed, "Just do me a favor and make sure you're back before I am."
Deaq smiled and hung up, then tossed his phone into the passenger's seat.
He would beat his partner back to the office; he was already half-way there, and he was looking forward to having a little sit-down with his boss.
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"Is everything all right, Lieutenant?" Hill asked as insincerely as possible. He had been sitting high and mighty for the past half hour—probably waiting for the perfect time to share his little discovery. He had made so many interruptions throughout the meeting she had been moments away from giving in and actually confessing herself—but Van called.
"Yes." She laughed nervously, "Everything is just dandy,"
Her response had been as sincere as Hill's question—things were far from fine. Here she was being torn apart by this committee while her boys were out there only adding to the department's list of disasters.
Still, she was glad he called when he did.
The news had been terrible, but it could have been worse, and in knowing that she remembered why she had gotten herself into this mess in the first place—to protect them.
"Well, that's a relief" Hill smirked; out of the six people present in the room, only he and Parish had managed to detect her sarcasm. "God knows this department cannot afford another mishap. Maybe you should—"
"That's enough, Rolland." Parish interrupted with a sigh. "Lieutenant Chambers is well aware of the troubles she has presented to us, and I think that she should at least have the chance to explain herself and her actions. I've said before, I know her well enough to know she'd never put herself in this sort of situation unless it was ultimately necessary." His eyes turned towards Billie's in support, but she would not tell them a thing—he could tell.
"Look," Billie laughed, "If you give me the chance to sort things out, I will, I swear. But, I've said all that I'm going to say."
"Very well," Said the suited man beside Parish.
"We'll be in touch." Spoke the second, shaking his head in disappointment.
The third man simply packed up his brief case and stood, shook a few hands and then left. Parish followed this man after giving up on getting through to Billie; the other two men soon trailed behind—leaving her and Hill together again.
"Thanks," She sighed, not really sure of why he had kept his mouth shut. She sensed a pattern in his actions—he'd scare her to death, then help her out a tiny bit, but, in the end, he'd ultimately betray her. Yet, for whatever reason, he had spared her for now.
"Right," He snickered with rolling eyes, "Listen, I don't know what you're hiding, and I don't want to alarm you, but if Stacey isn't back behind those bars very—and I mean VERY, quickly—you will be."
She smirked in seeing Hill's catch, as Hill smirked in revealing it—but neither one of them had been counting on a third voice entering their conversation. "Billie! What's going on? You having a party in here or something?"
"Or something," Hill sneered, looking up from his threat—it had all been perfect until Deaq's interruption—but he had a feeling she had still heard him loud and clear. If anything, she looked quite uncomfortable now that Deaq had entered; he didn't have to think twice about it.
"So it is them, 'ey?" He whispered slyly in her ear; she shook her head.
She turned towards him so that her back faced Deaq, and whispered, "It's for them, and if you so much as breathe a hint in their direction, I will kill you myself."
Hill nodded and looked up smugly at the man now standing before him, chuckling at her verbal punch. "You have twenty-four hours."
Billie sighed and looked aimlessly towards the ground as he left, and Deaq got the picture. He brought his fist to his lips and laughed himself—he should have figured she wouldn't be talking.
He would have to figure this out on his own.
"I miss a party, or something?" Van yelled with the same sarcasm Deaq had used; he had just apparently overseen another awkward moment between his partner and boss, and was hoping to lighten the tension between them.
The plan was a failure.
Deaq turned and left, Billie walked over to her desk and began looking busy, and, again, Van was left to wonder.
Tidbit: Billie's phone number (according to her card in pilot) is 213-555-0100 (I wasn't sure if it was area code 215, but 215 is for PA, 213 is downtown LA)
The address is: 150 N. Los Angeles Street ( LA CA, obviously) I couldn't read her zip, on account of her thumb, but I'm assuming it was 90012, because the 150 address is the LAPD headquarters—and 90012 is their zip.--just food for thought
Reviews, reviews! Okay, first, I want to thank you guys for sticking with me--despite my disappearance. Second, I want to address everything, so here I go:
Shalimar, I'm glad that you're seeing the scenes the way I am--it tells me I'm doing something right, and I'm glad you can feel the tension between Billie and Hill--I have quite a roll for him--but I hope I'm not being overly dramatic about all this--I'm already thinking of cutting scenes--I don't want to seem too farfetched
DKM, I have no idea how you do it--5AM? I can barely get up before 8 (I've really gotten lazy). I'm glad you liked the last two updates--and though the whole stalking thing is a tad creepy, I'm very flattered that you would consider stalking me over my story! Hill and death--yeah those words stick out in my mind--I hate his teeth too.. oye!
prplerayne, I STILL haven't answered your Deaq questions, and I'm sorry! I know I promised to have them ready for chapter 10, but as you can see there was just too much story that needed to be covered first--definitely the next post! I swear! ((I can't write anything else if I don't get rid of him :p)) I really hadn't planned on elaborating the event, but I do owe it to you, so I will. Hope you can forgive me :(
ashlyns, thanks so much for stickin with me! I guess I'm no longer good at this deadline stuff--it used to be my only way of writing, then I got beat up on about my grammar so I was forced to buckle down and edit-edit-edit--(hopefully I haven't made too many errors with this story!) Anyway, I think that after this, I'll only post stories that I actually have complete--that way, you guys won't have to wait so long!
Until next time :D
