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Original Sin
- Part Three
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Chicago IL, January 2002
Frank Donovan sat in his Chicago townhouse, staring into a tumbler of whiskey. The room was darkened, the only light coming from the fire in the fireplace. He had no heart to watch the flames, for this night, like so many in the past few years; he was filled with a mix of emotions. Anger, resentment, betrayal, fear... all for a woman. Seven years had come and gone since he'd given his word before a minister to love and cherish Kennedi Johnson for the rest of their lives. And she turns it around, slaps him in the face with it by leaving for no reason, no explanation. The only 'note' in sight was the fully bloomed red rose on his pillow when he came home.
He trusted her enough, despite what she was that he married her. Of course, he wasn't oblivious to what she was when he met her. He'd taken the undercover assignment to bringing a theft ring to justice in the beginning. What happened in the process was another story. He hadn't counted on one of the thief's girlfriends. Against his better judgement, he fell in love with the woman whose lover he went in to arrest. Defying his orders, he convinced Kennedi to give up the life that she'd been leading and go into private life with him. Who better to keep an eye on her than a federal agent?
When the phone rang, Frank debated ignoring it. He was, after all, well on the road to fulfilling his plan of becoming ripping drunk. However, this was a plan that he had been working on for years now. Just when he felt himself set and ready to crawl into a bottle, work came calling and he was jerked back into the reality that there were more important things than his self-pity. As he reached for the glass with the glittering amber liquid in it, the answering machine clicked on.
"Frank. Answer the phone."
"Go away Monica. I'm not talking to anyone tonight."
"I know you're there Frank. Pick it up, I need to talk to you."
"Yes, well I don't need to talk to anyone. I have a date with a bottle."
"Jesus Frank," Monica sighed on the machine. "Guess I get to leave you a long winded message. I got a call from our Detroit office. We're needed A.S.A.F.P. up there. There was a break-in less than an hour ago and -"
"Give me the details Monica." As she'd talked, he'd pushed up out of the couch and picked up the phone. "What's going on."
"Nice to talk to you too Frank. Jewel heist. The Smithsonian is hosting an exhibit from the 17th century - the centerpiece of the exhibit is a set of four perfectly matched jewels of great size. A ruby, a diamond, an emerald, and a sapphire. To compliment these is a jewel-crusted crown. The exhibit is on its tour around the country and currently it's in Detroit. Just after midnight the museum was broken into and all four stones were lifted. The thief had set to cutting the display case for the crown when interrupted. Frank..."
"Yes Monica?"
"It's a woman. The guard got a good look at her, but his jaw's broken and he can't talk for a while longer. Other guards pursued her through the museum, but lost her eventually. They aren't sure if she's escaped or hiding in the building somewhere. The top levels have requested us. Alex and Jake are already on their way to the airport, Cody and I will swing by in about 20 minutes and pick you up." The line clicked dead as she hung up.
Frank sighed. Once again his plan was thwarted and real life slapped him in the face. A jewel thief... Damn if this didn't just put the perfect cap on his evening.
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Original Sin
- Part Three
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Chicago IL, January 2002
Frank Donovan sat in his Chicago townhouse, staring into a tumbler of whiskey. The room was darkened, the only light coming from the fire in the fireplace. He had no heart to watch the flames, for this night, like so many in the past few years; he was filled with a mix of emotions. Anger, resentment, betrayal, fear... all for a woman. Seven years had come and gone since he'd given his word before a minister to love and cherish Kennedi Johnson for the rest of their lives. And she turns it around, slaps him in the face with it by leaving for no reason, no explanation. The only 'note' in sight was the fully bloomed red rose on his pillow when he came home.
He trusted her enough, despite what she was that he married her. Of course, he wasn't oblivious to what she was when he met her. He'd taken the undercover assignment to bringing a theft ring to justice in the beginning. What happened in the process was another story. He hadn't counted on one of the thief's girlfriends. Against his better judgement, he fell in love with the woman whose lover he went in to arrest. Defying his orders, he convinced Kennedi to give up the life that she'd been leading and go into private life with him. Who better to keep an eye on her than a federal agent?
When the phone rang, Frank debated ignoring it. He was, after all, well on the road to fulfilling his plan of becoming ripping drunk. However, this was a plan that he had been working on for years now. Just when he felt himself set and ready to crawl into a bottle, work came calling and he was jerked back into the reality that there were more important things than his self-pity. As he reached for the glass with the glittering amber liquid in it, the answering machine clicked on.
"Frank. Answer the phone."
"Go away Monica. I'm not talking to anyone tonight."
"I know you're there Frank. Pick it up, I need to talk to you."
"Yes, well I don't need to talk to anyone. I have a date with a bottle."
"Jesus Frank," Monica sighed on the machine. "Guess I get to leave you a long winded message. I got a call from our Detroit office. We're needed A.S.A.F.P. up there. There was a break-in less than an hour ago and -"
"Give me the details Monica." As she'd talked, he'd pushed up out of the couch and picked up the phone. "What's going on."
"Nice to talk to you too Frank. Jewel heist. The Smithsonian is hosting an exhibit from the 17th century - the centerpiece of the exhibit is a set of four perfectly matched jewels of great size. A ruby, a diamond, an emerald, and a sapphire. To compliment these is a jewel-crusted crown. The exhibit is on its tour around the country and currently it's in Detroit. Just after midnight the museum was broken into and all four stones were lifted. The thief had set to cutting the display case for the crown when interrupted. Frank..."
"Yes Monica?"
"It's a woman. The guard got a good look at her, but his jaw's broken and he can't talk for a while longer. Other guards pursued her through the museum, but lost her eventually. They aren't sure if she's escaped or hiding in the building somewhere. The top levels have requested us. Alex and Jake are already on their way to the airport, Cody and I will swing by in about 20 minutes and pick you up." The line clicked dead as she hung up.
Frank sighed. Once again his plan was thwarted and real life slapped him in the face. A jewel thief... Damn if this didn't just put the perfect cap on his evening.
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