Chapter 14; What to do? Part 2:
Warning; Rated M for swearing, violence, eventual lemony things, and lots of icky germs. You have been warned…
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Osmosis Jones' or any of its characters, I am only using them to fulfill my own disillusioned dreams and fan-girl wishes. : P
I am so, so, so, so, sorry people! My last update was forever ago, and I left it at such a cliff hanger too! I started posting chapters for my Rise of the Guardians fanfic, and got caught up in that, but now I am back onto to this one and I'll try not to leave it alone for so long again! I'm sorry…
Credit for the themes and answers I used for this part 2 will be given at the end, so enjoy! Also, thanks to GlassBlu, glad you like this story so much, your comment made me come back to this story (have been working on a Rise of the Guardians fanfic, it's up to 9 chapters already, so go check it out if you want, but sorry that this story had to suffer)!
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It will not do, my friend, to grant an easy indulgence to natural appetite and desire, for they ever seek to be our masters ~ T.S. Arthur
After all the viruses, germs, and general pieces of scum she had managed to put away with her work in forensics, Rachel still ended up just like her.
Years and years of rejecting one normal, sane cell after another to only end up wanting a psychotic killer. Yup, she was her mother's daughter alright.
It was just another bright, sunny morning inside Frank. The birds were singing, Zane was purring, and Rachel had a hangover that could kill someone that had a lesser threshold for head splitting pain. Her headache wasn't helped in the least bit that Jones and Drix were sitting on the couch opposite her, but she didn't mind that they were there. Hell, their prattling about the party games Dr. Abby told Drix she loved to play in high school helped keep her focused on her pain rather than the reason why she had drunk herself into such a stupor last night.
Rachel felt the sigh born of her troubled thoughts leave her, causing her to pinch the bridge of her nose to press away the slight ache that brought her. The real reason for her troubles, for her pain, was not in fact the virus sitting in the couch he had come to claim as his, pretending to sketch out his latest mechanic endeavor rather than watching the drunken doctor with a crooked smirk. No, it would be dishonest to just blame Thrax, not when the real culprit is herself and herself alone.
She participated in his many games, she allowed him to get away with that one kiss, she wanted him in a shamefully un-platonic way, she…was getting a massive migraine just breathing and needed to stop thinking.
With another sigh, Ray, with great difficultly, once more, for the hundredth time since last night, pushed aside her thoughts, lest she be driven into shamed madness. Instead, she finally sat herself up from the couch she think she ended up sleeping on for the night after guzzling several bottles of whatever she could grab, and turned her attention onto the two men sitting across from her.
"And then, you spin the bottle around and then you have to smooch whoever it points to. You do this until everyone in the circle has kissed everyone else at least once, or else what's the point?" Explained Jones, ending his statement with a beaming grin. It was a rare occasion when he got the chance to explain something he, of course, had much knowledge and experience in, to his socially inept, but genius friend. Drix however, was not seeing the irony in his normally brainless friend teaching him, and was rather embarrassed that he had no knowledge that such a juvenile, and for that matter debauch, game was played by pre-teens and the like.
"Hm, h-how interesting" He finally muttered as he cleared his throat, having to swallow a couple of thoughts down as he recalled how Abby said she was very good at that game "Now, about the one called truth or dare?"
"Well, that one's pretty simple" Said Jones, glancing around for a moment until his gaze fell on the still form of Rachel before beaming at his partner "Watch. Hey, Ray! Truth or dare?"
Rachel growled lowly in irritation, spooking Zane somewhat.
"…truth" She finally spoke, hoping that maybe allotting to this silly game would help her forget, well, everything, even if just for a moment.
"Alright, now that she chose truth, it's my job to ask an embarrassing question, like I would if she chose dare" Said Jones in a rather instructive manner before stroking his chin in thought.
"Mmh, when was the last time you were kissed, and, by who?" He finally asked, making Drix stiffen in preparation for a maelstrom of violence that surely was going to be Rachel's reaction. Ray merely hung her head with a shamed shake, not even bothering to glance to Thrax knowing that his smirk only grew wider.
"Last night, your mother" She replied with, standing herself up with a stretch. Couches and hangovers never treated her back right.
"Haha, very funny" Said Jones dryly, hardly missing the chuckle that Drix thought would go unnoticed. Rachel looked over the company before her, sending a rather soft expression towards Jones and Drix before she folded her arms across her chest.
"Well, as exciting as this is, I'm going to solve a murder now" With that, she turned to leave, heading straight for her lab rather than go change or even brush her teeth. She needed to work, she needed to either keep her mind flowing with forensic problems or numbed with alcohol, for Frank helped her if she allowed herself to think further on the virus matter.
"She's been acting all weird lately" Muttered Jones to Drix, unaware that a hearing keen disease was listening in from his position across them.
"Yes, I know" Said Drix with a concerned shake of his head. Weird was an understatement to him though, troubling, or even worrisome seemed more fitting to him
"Think we should…ask her what's wrong?" tentatively asked Jones, looking at his partner with a tentative expression. After a moment of staring at each other, both cops shuddered in cold fear.
"There's this other game I want to inquire about. Abigail said she particular liked playing seven minutes in heaven…" They went on, putting the Rachel problem aside for the moment as Thrax, on his private couch, started humming some jazzy tune, deep in thought.
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She did want him.
She did want him.
She did want him.
She did want him to kiss her again just as much as she wanted to slice off that cocky smirk off his face. Maybe more.
Once again, Rachel felt the strong urge to go find a bottle of alcohol and drown herself in it, but managed to resist as she monitored the many machines in her lab as they whirled and spun. As much as she wanted to concentrate on the numbers that flittered by, her mind was, of course, over run with other thoughts.
It wasn't that good of a kiss anyway.
And his flirts were text book cliché.
And she probably only wanted him because she was starved of that kind of physical affection for years.
Rachel sighed, her head gently colliding with the cabinets above her work station. As much as these facts were probably true, she still, indeed, wanted him. Damn him to the lowest circle of hell. What was she going to do about it? Would she resist? Would Thrax give her the option too or would she have to fight him off to preserve what little dignity she had left? What if she did give in, would it be so bad to want to be desired for once and take all the affection, however poisoned its source was? Wasn't her working supposed to push away all these damn thoughts?!
"Yo, Ray? You done with your autopsy of the victim yet?" Jones asked as he strode into the coroner section of the hospital, trying to contain the disgusted shiver that went through him every time he entered this section of the hospital. Rachel, distracted, either didn't notice him or was too preoccupied to reply until he was right beside the stool she was sitting on.
"Mmh? Oh, uh, almost. Just need to take out and analyze the stomach contents…" Rachel trailed off, her eyes wandering back over to the machines in front of her but her mind clearly somewhere else. Jones, as much as he was hoping for some quick results so he could bolt out of the creepy lab, let out a sigh.
"Ray, girl? What's the matter with you? You've been acting all sorts of temperamental lately, and now I barely get a sarcastic snip outta you, this morning the exception" He told her, his toned relatively concerned. Rachel looked back up at him, her expression troubled, and that to Jones was far worse than any other look he had seen on the small, but intimidating woman.
"Just…just been thinking over things…" She tried to start, hesitating as she tried to find the gumption to say the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
"Jones? If, if I…" She began again, looking away this time to the tile floor rather than her friend's concerned face. It hurt her to look at him, she didn't deserve to confide her problems in him.
"I'm in bit of mess right now Jones," Rachel finally continued at seeing Jones lean himself against the counter top she was working at, patient and understanding "and I don't have anyone to blame for it but myself. I, I don't really know what I'm going to do about it though. I know what I want to do, but that's something I know would only bring trouble and…"
She was ashamed, wholly and fully ashamed, but, being her, she was honest, and she knew what was true. She did want Thrax, and she did want to take every bit of his affections, she starved for years without relief. It would be a sin, she knew that, but would it be a sin worth being reprimanded for? Would there be no going back if she did give in, even if just a little bit?
"Look," Started Jones, bringing Rachel's attention back onto him "I don't know what's wrong with you, besides the obvious" At this, he brought a hand up to the side of his face to do the immature sign for craziness, to which Ray, annoyed, nudged him with her elbow "But I got your back. Drix and Leah too, you know that"
She looked at him, straight in the eye, for a long time, him just staring back at her. Finally though, she smiled. Jones took this as a good sign, and decided to get her off the topic that took up her trouble mind.
"Unlike this poor sucker here" He gestured to the medical file for the recently deceased billionaire "Probably was done in by his own family. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they poisoned him or something and then tried to make it look like a suicide"
Rachel chuckled out of pity for the dead man, and over the way Jones started to strut his way out of the lab. Just then, the machine sounded off, its analysis of the cell's stomach contents complete. Looking at the readings, Rachel felt her eyebrows lifting in sheer disbelief.
"That's disturbing" She muttered, Jones instantly working his way back to look over her shoulder.
"Why? Was I right?" He asked, looking at the words and numbers displayed on the screen as if they were another language.
"That's what's disturbing" Rachel told him with a smirk, causing Jones to perk up with a toothy grin.
"That's the Ray I know and fear. Come on, let's go catch us a killer"
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For several hours, the members of Frank's Finest, minus one virus restricted to the Fine Mobile, and the S.F.F.F. scoured through the large estate house that once belonged to their rice victim. It took a bit of work and creativity, but finally, conclusions were found and recorded. In a good mood, Jones had gathered up the suspects into the living room that was still marked with police tape and chalk outlines. Rachel, Drix, and Dr. Abby stood by, Jones standing right before the couch that seated the heiress and her grandfather, the cook and butler standing behind it like yesterday.
"Why have we been summoned in such a manner?" Asked the heiress, irked beyond comprehension that the cop in front of her was playing with a rubber ducky happily squeaking it. He looked at her, almost bored as if the plastic toy brought him more amusement than she, which, it did.
"Cause there's just a couple more questions we need to ask you, that's why" Jones told her before turning his attention back onto the rubber duck. As annoyed as she was with him for being rather immature about the investigation now, Rachel had to admit that Jones's, um, method of interrogation was putting the suspects on edge.
"Then ask and be done dearie. I have an appointment I cannot miss" Spoke the heiress once more, waving her hand as if to dismiss them all from her sight. Jones said nothing, but he started to walk over to the couch. Going behind it, he put himself in between the cook and the butler, not looking at either, but making both uncomfortable. Then, he spoke.
"Where were you on the night of your boss's supposed suicide?!" Jones shouted at the cook, the poor woman frightened out of her wits by his question and the fact that a rubber ducky was now in her face. From her corner of the room, Rachel hid her face behind her hands, shaking her head; Jones, oh Jones, how have you ever survived this long?
"Wh-what?" Asked the wide-eyed cook.
"Haha, just messin' with you" Said Jones with a laugh, but then his face grew stern "But no, seriously, where were you?"
"A-as I have told the other policemen, and you, before, I was in the kitchen. I had just finished cleaning up from dinner, and was about to go home, when I discovered my employer dangling from the chandelier, dead" Said the poor cook, still unsure about whether the cop in front of her was entirely in possession of his wits.
"And you guys didn't cut him down because?" Jones asked, his black eyes wandering over to the seated figures before him. The heiress took it upon herself to answer.
"I told the servants not to. I wanted nothing to be tampered with until the police arrived"
"Is that so? Or is it because you didn't want anyone to move the body for fear of you being discovered?" Said Jones, folding his arms as he sauntered over to the front of the couch, acting every bit an Inspector Clueso or Dick Tracey from the human world.
"What is it that you are implying sir?" Spoke the grandfather, standing up in all his wrinkled pride to huffily look at the whipper snapper who dare speak to them like this.
"I implyin' that little miss tiara here ain't on the straight and narrow!" Said Jones, turning to point to the heiress "Spill it! You hated your brother, didn't you?"
"It is no secret that I did. But I didn't kill him" Replied the woman, Jones somewhat surprised that she answered so readily; he had guessed that part. But, thankfully, he had other tricks and aces up his sleeve.
"That's what you say now, but what if I told you we could prove that you did?" He said, folding his arms behind his back as he paced away.
"What if I told you, that your brother, was poisoned?" Rachel rolled her eyes, finding no amusement in Jones tendency to be a bit theatrical. Drix and Abby too were giving the immunity cell odd looks, though all of them could not wait for the grand finale. Jones did not disappoint.
"What if I told you he was poisoned not by the meal he ate, but by a swig of whiskey he had out of this bottle?!" At this, Jones pointed to a glass container filled with brownish liquid on the end table of the very same couch the accused was seated on.
"All the inheritance in your grandfather's will goes to your brother, doesn't it? That's why you hated him! And now that he is out of the way, it goes to you!" Said Jones, shouting out his hypothesis to the world with intense excitement.
"Do you have nothing but circumstantial evidence and old mystery movies clichés to link me to this crime, or are you eventually going to get to a point?" Said the heiress coolly, her prime and proper composition barely shifting as Jones took a couple steps forward.
"The point, madam, is this! You poisoned the whiskey, knowing that your brother would drink it!" Stated Jones confidently.
"That is not true" Spoke the woman, finally standing up, though how she accomplished this in her unfrankly high heels was a complete mystery to Rachel. Jones however, merely continued.
"You can deny it all you want madam, but we have your finger prints on the bottle, and the lovely Dr. Abby's crew had discovered traces of the poison on , and-"
"I didn't mean to kill my brother, I meant to kill my grandfather"
"-you forgot to properly wash the bottle you kept the poison, wait, WHAT?!" Shrieked Jones, dropping the rubber ducky he was now fancying taking home with him. All looked at the woman, some gasping in shock, others glaring. Soon though, she turned, facing the man she had just willingly admitted she wanted dead.
"You entitled all the inheritance money to my brother because you hated me. You never liked me, or mother, or father, but you were willing to tolerate that parasite of a man because he was the only one who pretended to like the sight of your wrinkly face" She said, proud and happy, like she was removing a load off of her chest. With that, she turned to face Jones.
"Well, now you know. I expect I shall be seeing you all in court, where my lawyers will be certain to negotiate parole in a matter of months. Good day" She left for the door, a couple of shocked S.F.F.F. agents and cops following her to take her to the station, praying to Frank that she didn't demand to be driven in a limo. The others just sort of looked at each other, the suspects leaving to try to contemplate what the hell just happened; especially a sour-faced old man. Rachel sighed as she joined to be beside Jones, Drix, and Abby, wondering how only the world's anomalies managed to get all the money in this body.
"Another murderer caught, another case closed" Said Drix as he watched Jones bend down to pick up the bath toy, rolling his eyes as he put it in his pocket.
"Yeah. To tell the truth, I was hoping it was the butler. Just once in my career I want to say the butler did it" Jones muttered disappointedly. Rachel shook her head, joined by Drix and Abby.
"You're hopeless Jones"
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They were nearing the end of the day, Rachel on the second floor of the mansion, gathering up her forensic equipment from the heiress's bathroom. It had been a long, tiresome day that started off very wrong with a hangover and a smirking virus. But now, she was feeling alright. Over the course of the day she had, come somewhat to a decision about the Thrax matter, but for the moment she wouldn't worry herself about it. It was rather odd, her conclusion about what to do, rather anti-climactic in away. But, the effects of her decision would soon be brought to light, something she was oddly looking forward to…
Finished in the bathroom, she left for the hall way that led for the wide set stairs. She stopped though, hearing a noise behind her. She had come to believe that she was alone upstairs. Dropping her heavy duffle bag to the ground, she backtracked, gently stepping and checking behind each door as she went along further and further down the hall. Reaching the end of it, noticing how eerily the walls lamps seemed to only create more shadow, Rachel sighed. Taking off her glasses to pinch her nose, tucking the seeing specks into a pocket, she shook her head in exhaustion. Like she said, long, tiresome day.
She turned herself around, about to make her way back, when she walked straight into something warm and muscular. Crap.
"You know baby, we got to stop running into each other like this. I mean, what would people say?" Spoke Thrax, calm, composed, and smirking up a storm that he managed to make the good doctor hurriedly back away. To say he was bored waiting in the car was an understatement, but when he saw that everyone was starting to pack up, he couldn't help himself to a bit of fun, and snuck inside.
"That you're a mentally unstable stalker?" Retorted Rachel in her usual sarcastic tone, folding her arms over the front of her blue jumpsuit. She was glaring at him, but couldn't really see him as she had taken off her glasses, but he could see her perfectly, and what a sight she was. Thrax's smirk spread out into a leer.
"I prefer the term thrill chaser" He purred out, coming forward. As was instinctual for her, Ray backed up, quickly finding herself pressing up against the wall that marked the end of the hall way. Trapped.
"Of course you would" Rachel muttered as she looked for a way to get past him, but his broad shoulders seem to take up the whole width of the now very narrow looking passage. Thrax kept on forward, not encouraged by her irritated glare, but not deterred by the knife he knew she had on her at all times now. If anything the knowledge that she was armed and willing to use it on him riled him up in a most delightful way. Thrax stopped, but only when there was but a few inches of space between the two of them, Rachel pressing herself as much as she could against the wall, but, the temptation to close the distance herself was rather strong…
"Is that all I am then? Just a thrill for you to chase?" She whispered, looking at him with such delicious defiance that Thrax was only partially aware that he placed his left arm above her head, allowing him to lean over her, towering.
"Chase," He said in that robust purr of his, his yellow eyes locked onto Rachel's wide and somewhat frustrated gaze. His right hand drew itself up her side, feeling the curve of her figure beneath the baggy suit, coming to rest on the zipper. Oh, he had been wanting to do this for the longest time, since he saw the jumpsuit to be exact.
Taking it, gently, Thrax smirked as he lowered the zipper, revealing more and more of the white tank top she wore underneath it. He let go once it reached its end, tugging at the sides to spread out the jumpsuit. Rachel did nothing, only stared right back up at those eyes that never left hers, feeling her chest start to rise and fall more noticeably for breath. It took much conscious effort to keep her lips from parting to help draw in the air she needed now.
"…and catch" Thrax finally finished, turning his gaze down to watch as his own hand slipped underneath her tank top. Rachel, for the first time around him, let her mind just stop, allowing no thought to cross except those which could not be helped in this situation; for example, just how good his searing hand felt on her stomach.
Thrax could not believe his luck when the good doctor closed her eyes, and ever so leaned into his touch. He expected a punch, maybe a tossed knife, but this? To say it was a pleasant, not to mention welcome surprise, would be a grievous understatement.
Somehow knowing he could, her allowing it, Thrax took his sweet time as he spread out his claw tipped fingers, releasing in the delicate warmth of the sapphire skin beneath them. He looked back up to Rachel's face, and saw no trace hesitance or resistance in her features, just opposite actually. He smirked, wide and crooked.
Rachel was overtaken by that old, now very familiar feeling of hot needles of sensation trailing up her spine, but this time the feeling decided to spread out to her limbs, making her hands clench at the wall she was pressed up against. Thrax became bolder, bringing his hand up further so his claws now traced themselves over the undersides of her bra, ever so tauntingly dipping below the fabric just to pull away. Rachel felt like she was just about to speak, though what she was going to say she had no idea, when Thrax lowered his face to hers, brushing his pointed cheekbones against hers.
She couldn't help it, it just escaped. Damn it, now she could feel him smirking against her skin, chuckling deeply in male pride that he managed to make her moan, even if it was only a short, but needy sound. He wanted to say something, and was, but in the spur of the moment, took a gentle hold of her earlobe, and nipped. His chest rumbled with a soundless chuckle as he succeeded in drawing another moan from Rachel, this one far from quiet.
"Well now baby, seems to me that you want to be caught" Thrax whispered as he slowly turned to capture her lips, but he stopped when he felt two hands come to rest on his chest. As much as he loved the feeling of her delicate fingers on him, Thrax drew back his face to be met with a downright sinful look from Rachel.
"Maybe, maybe not" She told him with a smirk, looking up at him through her lashes as she tried to regain her breath. Thrax leered at her words, and made to come close, when Rachel pushed him away, gently, but enough to make him back up a couple of steps.
"Either way," Rachel spoke, tone now becoming its usual, cynical tone as she pulled her glasses out from her pocket to put them on "you still haven't caught me just yet Red"
With that, she walked past him, deliberately allowing the brushing of their bodies as she continued down the long hall way, knowing full well that his eyes were on her retreating figure.
"Only a matter of time baby" Whispered Thrax to himself as he leaned back, needing to recover his composure some from their little encounter "Only a matter of time"
It was decided, games now done, choices made, however shamelessly wrong.
She was starved for affection, so she would take all she could get for as long as she could without crossing the line she knew would damn her if she ever did. He was bored, and he wanted her more than any other living being he could remember, and would enjoy every second of the chase, and catch.
It would be simple. It would just be desire, want, and lust fulfilled.
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The LaLaBlue Post:
Well kiddies, it's been a long time, but finally, I have returned! It might take a while for the next chapter to be posted, seeing as how finals are coming up. But here's a bit right now, next time I post, I will be posting two chapters! How's that?
Thank you all for your input and ideas, all of them were fantastic, but unfortunately, I couldn't use them all, so here's the due credit to those that made it!;
Okay, for the first question; the Heiress. Nearly all of you guys said it was her, nearly note, not all. But with a majority vote, I went with it. Sad, I really wanted it to be the butler, but no one chose him…(also, your guys' reasons why she killed her brother were rather dark…you guys worry me…)
Skywardwriter won the activity the Frank's Finest gang played, it was rather fun thinking up how that would work (note, does Thrax sitting in a corner while the game is playing count as him playing truth or dare?)
ChiyukiLuvs2Glomp won the inserted item part with her rubber ducky!
And finally, no one won the inserted line bit, because, they were all really good! I'm going to be using them all throughout this fanfic, so congrats everybody!
Okay then kiddies, hopefully same time, defiantly same place. Till then…
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I would normally say turn up the heat or keep the heat, but damn! That last bit of the chapter was scorching enough! Haha, see you around kiddies; trust me, things are only going to get hotter around here! ;)