A/N - Bec, yeah, you might be reading certain scenes of this story all over again. I took down an old story that I couldn't go anywhere with. So, I decided to re-work some of the scenes into a new story.
Everyone else.... ~smug grin~ and where did ya'll get the idea that they're ex's? I never said they were... Stay tuned... ya'll will find out the truth in Chapter 9...
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Original Sin
- Part Five
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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"What if it wasn't one of our normal burglars, Boss?" Alex asked. "We've hit all the databases and even INTERPOL and still nothing turns up as fitting the MO. All the suspects you came up with aren't even in country. I hate to say it, but I think we're looking at someone who's not on the usual list of suspects."
Exasperated, Donovan threw his hands up and went for a walk. In all fairness, he had begun thinking the same thing Alex had given voice to. This wasn't ordinary. But who... 'The curator, of course... the Museum Chairman... customs agents...' his mind went through a mile long list of people that would know. However, none of them would have the skills to make such a clean break of things.
He thought back over the evidence left behind. The rappelling rope, the equipment that had been found on the roof where the alarm system had been deflected and bypassed. Simple, basic, but effective. Then there was the fact that it was a woman. Monica had told him that one of the guards had gotten a real close look at her. However, with the guard now in surgery to wire his jaw shut, he wasn't talking for at least another twelve hours. If the thief was in the Museum, chances were that she was long gone by now - with the jewels in hand.
And then there was that woman he chased down yesterday morning. She eluded him like a ghost. Not too many people could do that. Only people who were trained... and really good burglars. Donovan was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he ran over a young lady with a cup of coffee in her hand. As he apologized and helped her up off the sidewalk where she landed, he caught sight of someone familiar.
"Kennedi?" He hadn't seen her in years, not since...
But the woman he called out to ignored him, keeping her back to him. She appeared to be waiting on someone or something.
This time he shouted, leaving the other woman behind to fume over her spilled coffee. "Kennedi!!"
The woman half-turned to him, but made like she wasn't who he was calling. A cab pulled up and she reached for the door. Frank swore under his breath. By the time he could get to her, she was gone.
Frank stood there on the corner, watching the cab disappear into traffic. His mind swam with the possibilities. If Kennedi was in D.C., then that left the field wide open to the possibility... but she promised him.
Of course, Kennedi Johnson had broken a lot of promises to him. As he ran through all the possibilities, his lower lip pouted out and his face fixed in a serious 'thinking' look. He turned around and started to walk back to the hotel where he and the others were staying. Pulling out his cell, he dialed Monica.
"Yeah Frank?"
"I have an idea. Meet me in the hotel lobby with my suitcase."
"Uhm, sure. Mind filling me in so I can explain it?"
"I will once I return. I'm going to see an old friend."
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Everyone else.... ~smug grin~ and where did ya'll get the idea that they're ex's? I never said they were... Stay tuned... ya'll will find out the truth in Chapter 9...
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Original Sin
- Part Five
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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"What if it wasn't one of our normal burglars, Boss?" Alex asked. "We've hit all the databases and even INTERPOL and still nothing turns up as fitting the MO. All the suspects you came up with aren't even in country. I hate to say it, but I think we're looking at someone who's not on the usual list of suspects."
Exasperated, Donovan threw his hands up and went for a walk. In all fairness, he had begun thinking the same thing Alex had given voice to. This wasn't ordinary. But who... 'The curator, of course... the Museum Chairman... customs agents...' his mind went through a mile long list of people that would know. However, none of them would have the skills to make such a clean break of things.
He thought back over the evidence left behind. The rappelling rope, the equipment that had been found on the roof where the alarm system had been deflected and bypassed. Simple, basic, but effective. Then there was the fact that it was a woman. Monica had told him that one of the guards had gotten a real close look at her. However, with the guard now in surgery to wire his jaw shut, he wasn't talking for at least another twelve hours. If the thief was in the Museum, chances were that she was long gone by now - with the jewels in hand.
And then there was that woman he chased down yesterday morning. She eluded him like a ghost. Not too many people could do that. Only people who were trained... and really good burglars. Donovan was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he ran over a young lady with a cup of coffee in her hand. As he apologized and helped her up off the sidewalk where she landed, he caught sight of someone familiar.
"Kennedi?" He hadn't seen her in years, not since...
But the woman he called out to ignored him, keeping her back to him. She appeared to be waiting on someone or something.
This time he shouted, leaving the other woman behind to fume over her spilled coffee. "Kennedi!!"
The woman half-turned to him, but made like she wasn't who he was calling. A cab pulled up and she reached for the door. Frank swore under his breath. By the time he could get to her, she was gone.
Frank stood there on the corner, watching the cab disappear into traffic. His mind swam with the possibilities. If Kennedi was in D.C., then that left the field wide open to the possibility... but she promised him.
Of course, Kennedi Johnson had broken a lot of promises to him. As he ran through all the possibilities, his lower lip pouted out and his face fixed in a serious 'thinking' look. He turned around and started to walk back to the hotel where he and the others were staying. Pulling out his cell, he dialed Monica.
"Yeah Frank?"
"I have an idea. Meet me in the hotel lobby with my suitcase."
"Uhm, sure. Mind filling me in so I can explain it?"
"I will once I return. I'm going to see an old friend."
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