A/N - As for getting to meet the child... Donovan Jr/Jrette... not until the end ~S~ That's a whole separate plotbunny all-together, yet rolled into one hell of an ending ~evil maniacal chortle~
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Original Sin
- Part Eight
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Detroit MI, January 2002
4 days after Break-in
Keni stood in front of the four men and women that Frank introduced as his team. She wasn't sure if she liked the two women at all; they kept watching her like she was out of her mind. The black woman, Monica, kept giving her looks like she was trying to see past some sort of veil. More than once Keni had raised an eyebrow questioningly only to get a faked smile from the woman. This was going to be interesting.
"You're saying that this woman can help us with who did it? Did I miss something Frank?" Alex dodged a look between Frank and this Kennedi Johnson. "Are we not the ones that the upper levels called in to investigate?"
"Yes, Agent Cross. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there sprouted people with intelligence and brains. Where you came from I have no idea. But suffice it to say, I know the world of jewel thieves and thieves in general."
Alex blinked, then clamped her lips shut as her cheeks colored a furious pink. Frank cringed. What a way to make friends...
"Alex..." Frank started.
"Are you a thief?" Alex cut Frank off, her blue eyes boring into Kennedi's
"No, I just play one on TV."
Jake, Alex, Monica and Cody stared at her open-mouthed. Was this woman for real or what?
Keni sighed and sat down. "I was once engaged to a jewel thief. But Donovan here got me on the straight and narrow, damn him. I've been retired from that life for several years."
"Guys, there will be plenty of time for you to get used to Keni and her rather acid wit. She is going to be helping us in a consultant's capacity. She knows signatures, styles, the whole thing. If there is an active thief out there, I'm sure Keni knows how they operate."
"From what Frank told me on the plane, it's a safe bet that whoever did it will be coming back for the jewels. I know that if it were me personally and I'd been found, I'd have stashed the jewels and come back later. That this thief is a woman only makes more sense."
"How so?" Jake sat forward, more than curious now.
"Men have more balls about it, they want to get it and get out quickly, leave a body or two behind if they're found. Women thieves are more cunning on the whole. They think it through, have back up plans and alternate endings and rarely leave bodies."
"You don't think she'll actually come BACK for them, do you?" Jake said.
Monica had listened quietly, watching Frank like a hawk. She knew that there was more than he was letting on. He was hedging something, hiding something. The way he kept watching Kennedi was more than intriguing, like he knew her more than either one was letting on. Of course, the man had more secrets than God. Eventually, when he felt the timing was right, they'd all find out what this particular secret was. They'd get to the bottom of all of his secrets... or throttle him silly out of frustration.
"Yes, I do."
"Then we'd best find the jewels before the thief comes back." Alex said. There was something odd about this woman that she couldn't put her finger on...
Keni flicked a look to Alex, then at Monica. She could feel the hostility oozing off of these two women, Alex in particular. Monica was just prying; Alex seemed to take things personally. She shook her head and stood up. "I'm out of here Frank. You know where I'll be when the kids decide to stop playing."
He caught her by the arm as she reached for the doorknob. "What are you talking about Keni?" he hissed in her ear.
"Your girlfriend, Frank." she hissed right back at him. "You haven't changed. Go on, Alex is making it quite clear where her territory is and it includes you. When you decide that you truly want my help, I'll be at the museum." She pulled her arm from his grasp and exited the room.
"What a bitch."
Frank slowly turned around to see Alex smirking. "Don't ever let me hear you talking about Kennedi that way again."
Alex gawked as Frank walked out of the hotel room and closed the door quietly behind him.
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Thank you ALL so much for the reviews!!! I have a feeling this is the story that breaks 100! ~LOL~ Keep it up guys, you're making it SO easy for me to write for you all! LOVINS AND STUFFINS and such!!
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Original Sin
- Part Eight
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Detroit MI, January 2002
4 days after Break-in
Keni stood in front of the four men and women that Frank introduced as his team. She wasn't sure if she liked the two women at all; they kept watching her like she was out of her mind. The black woman, Monica, kept giving her looks like she was trying to see past some sort of veil. More than once Keni had raised an eyebrow questioningly only to get a faked smile from the woman. This was going to be interesting.
"You're saying that this woman can help us with who did it? Did I miss something Frank?" Alex dodged a look between Frank and this Kennedi Johnson. "Are we not the ones that the upper levels called in to investigate?"
"Yes, Agent Cross. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there sprouted people with intelligence and brains. Where you came from I have no idea. But suffice it to say, I know the world of jewel thieves and thieves in general."
Alex blinked, then clamped her lips shut as her cheeks colored a furious pink. Frank cringed. What a way to make friends...
"Alex..." Frank started.
"Are you a thief?" Alex cut Frank off, her blue eyes boring into Kennedi's
"No, I just play one on TV."
Jake, Alex, Monica and Cody stared at her open-mouthed. Was this woman for real or what?
Keni sighed and sat down. "I was once engaged to a jewel thief. But Donovan here got me on the straight and narrow, damn him. I've been retired from that life for several years."
"Guys, there will be plenty of time for you to get used to Keni and her rather acid wit. She is going to be helping us in a consultant's capacity. She knows signatures, styles, the whole thing. If there is an active thief out there, I'm sure Keni knows how they operate."
"From what Frank told me on the plane, it's a safe bet that whoever did it will be coming back for the jewels. I know that if it were me personally and I'd been found, I'd have stashed the jewels and come back later. That this thief is a woman only makes more sense."
"How so?" Jake sat forward, more than curious now.
"Men have more balls about it, they want to get it and get out quickly, leave a body or two behind if they're found. Women thieves are more cunning on the whole. They think it through, have back up plans and alternate endings and rarely leave bodies."
"You don't think she'll actually come BACK for them, do you?" Jake said.
Monica had listened quietly, watching Frank like a hawk. She knew that there was more than he was letting on. He was hedging something, hiding something. The way he kept watching Kennedi was more than intriguing, like he knew her more than either one was letting on. Of course, the man had more secrets than God. Eventually, when he felt the timing was right, they'd all find out what this particular secret was. They'd get to the bottom of all of his secrets... or throttle him silly out of frustration.
"Yes, I do."
"Then we'd best find the jewels before the thief comes back." Alex said. There was something odd about this woman that she couldn't put her finger on...
Keni flicked a look to Alex, then at Monica. She could feel the hostility oozing off of these two women, Alex in particular. Monica was just prying; Alex seemed to take things personally. She shook her head and stood up. "I'm out of here Frank. You know where I'll be when the kids decide to stop playing."
He caught her by the arm as she reached for the doorknob. "What are you talking about Keni?" he hissed in her ear.
"Your girlfriend, Frank." she hissed right back at him. "You haven't changed. Go on, Alex is making it quite clear where her territory is and it includes you. When you decide that you truly want my help, I'll be at the museum." She pulled her arm from his grasp and exited the room.
"What a bitch."
Frank slowly turned around to see Alex smirking. "Don't ever let me hear you talking about Kennedi that way again."
Alex gawked as Frank walked out of the hotel room and closed the door quietly behind him.
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