--- Soooo... Do you guys hate me cause it's taking me so long? :( I have to be honest, I've just been so lazy that I haven't even written anything in the past 2 weeks. I dunno if it's writer's block or that I just haven't been feeling it, but I've gotten noooowhere. However, I am pleased to announce that on top of this story, I've started working on another story that is long in coming and is slowly coming together. Yes, it's another FAKE fic and I've actually had the storyline for quite a long time, just never actually put it down sooo bear with me while I work on both of em, kay? I love you all and thanks so much for sticking with me! ---
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Chapter 12: All Wound Up & Nowhere To Go
"You want to WHAT?!" Dee's voice rang out in his office, muffled by the shut door but still loud enough for those passing by to turn their heads curiously.
"Shut it, Laytner, and let me finish." Diana scolded, one hand on her hip as she glared at the detective.
"Diana, what you're sayig is madness... It's like suicide! You don't just waltz into Crimson's hideout unless you want to be shot!"
"For God's sake, Dee, will you shut up a minute?!" Diana exclaimed, stunning Dee to silence for a moment before shaking his head.
"Fine genius... What's your master suicide plan before I denounce myself part of it again?"
Diana rolled her eyes and shifted a bit before continuing. "As I was saying, we need to find a way to get this guy before he gets to Berkley and the only way I can think of without causing complete chaos is to catch him at his hideout."
"Cause that will cause much less chaos..." Dee grumbled, getting a glare from the other. "Why can't we just nab him on the street or outside Berkley's house? I'm sure he spends plenty of time there. Besides, we don't even know for sure if he's the one stalking him... For all we know, he could've just been wandering around looking for crooked cops to recruit or something."
"That's not funny, Laytner." Diana snapped and Dee shrugged.
"I'm not trying to be... You know it happens too. I just don't want my ass in trouble for arresting someone with no proof of any crime."
"He's murdered countless people, Dee! He's even admitted to most of them to our faces!"
"And you know just as well as I do that a cops word against a criminal means nothing in court without solid evidence behind it!"
Diana slid one hand down her face then flopped backwards into the chair behind her, a tired sigh escaping her as she leaned back slowly.
"I'm sorry, Dee. I'm so wound up over worrying about Berkie... I hardly even know what I'm saying anymore. I just..."
"I know Diana... I know. It's alright... I'm wound too." Dee sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair before taking out his box of cigarettes and motioning to the window. "You mind?" He asked and Diana shook her head, closing her eyes as she leaned back more and rested her head against the chair. Dee moved over to the window, opening it wide before lighting up his cigarette and taking a long drag, doing his best to make sure at least most of the smoke went outside.
"So..." He said after a few moments. "What are we gonna do to prove this guy is Berkley's stalker?"
"I don't know..." Diana said as she straightened herself slightly in the chair. "I mean, no one's been able to catch this jerk even when we know he's the one doing it. Every precinct and the FBI are after him and no one's even gotten close."
"And we're trying to catch him all by our lonesomes... Beautiful." Dee finished in a bitterly amused voice, shaking his head as he stubbed out his cigarette and pace slowly around the room. "I guess first off we have to prove he's doing it, huh?"
Diana nodded as she watched him pace. "We can easily set up a camera outside Berkley's office window and take turns watching his house at night." She suggested, crossing her legs and tapping one foot anxiously.
Dee exhaled upwards and once again swiped his hand through his hair, uncontiously noting that he hadn't even brushed it this morning.
"We're gonna be damn tired when this is all over..." He mused, staring at the ceiling.
"But Berkley will finally be at peace... That'll be worth it." Diana pointed out and Dee nodded, smiling ruefully.
"Yeah, that and we'll be famous if we actually live to put this guy away."
Diana chuckled softly as Dee flopped into his chair and stared out the window in thought.
"Ya know..." He said after a moment, "Most people would consider stalking a criminal too dangerous and would turn the other way screaming and running for their lives."
"Well we aren't most people, Dee." Diana stated simply, turning her gaze to stare out the window with him. "We don't often get the chance to be..."
Dee nodded gravely and glanced in the direction of Berkley's office. ~Hold on, Berkley...~ He thought to himself in the now quiet of the office. ~And God... Please let us be wrong...~
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--- Well, you know the drill! Lemme know what you thought and thank you again to all of you who have stuck with me through all the times I've been so late in updating. Luff luff!! ----
