Title: Case Number 302
By: Cosmic Kiss2000
Chapter: 2
E-mail: noclue2050@go.com
Rated: PG-13 for Mild Language and Little Violence
Alternate Reality and Romance, Little Action
"So...what happened with you and that hunk last night, after you left the club," Mina asked popping some popcorn in her mouth.
"Nothing really. He took me home and asked me on a date... for tonight," Serena muttered as she continued to watch the movie.
"Well what did you say?" Lita asked as she turned away from the movie and looked at Serena.
"Hello, did you see him. I said yes," Serena exclaimed, still not taking her eyes away from the movie.
"Well don't scream or jump for joy or anything. I mean he is your first real date in about 2 months," Mina muttered.
"Don't get me wrong I'm glad he asked me, but something just isn't right with him. Ok yeah I can tell he thinks I'm pretty or that he's attracted to me in some way, but I can tell he asked me out for different reasons. Like he was trying to prove something or that it was an obligation," Serena explained as she turned to look at her friends.
"What's his last name, I'll get Tony to do a back ground check on him?" Mina asked, popping more popcorn into her mouth.
"It's Jones, but I don't need one. I can handle it. Now let me watch the movie," Serena replied, turning back to the movie.
Darien knocked on the door to Serena's loft to have the door swing open to reveal the sexy vixen herself, staring at him.
"You look...GOOD," Darien muttered noticing her chosen attire. She was dressed in skintight black jeans, with a light blue tanktop being covered with a light black jean jacket.
"You don't look so bad yourself," Serena muttered, as she looked him over. He was dressed in loose-fitting casual blue jeans and a short sleeved polo shirt.
"So where are we going," Serena asked as they walked to his motorcycle.
"Well I know it's probably not gonna be the best date you've ever had, but I was hoping you could show me around Cali. You could show me where you like to hang out and stuff. What do you think about that?" Darien asked noticing the sudden silence.
"Actually, I would love to show you around. It's just that must guys wanna take me out to eat and to the movies. It's kidda refreshing to be out with someone and do something different," Serena exclaimed.
2 hours later exactly the two ended their tour of California and were walking aimlessly around the streets of L.A., getting to know one another.
"So what was it like in New York?" Serena asked, looking up at him.
"It was great when I wasn't in trouble," Darien began, but got cut off shortly after saying it.
"In trouble? What do you mean?" she questioned again.
"Let's just say that while I was growing up I hung out with the wrong crowd and the police didn't see eye to eye with my friends and I," Darien muttered.
"Well what did your parents think about your friends?" Serena asked but soon regretted as she noticed the look of despair in his eyes.
"Well actually my parents never met my friends. One night when I was three years old my parents and I were on our way back from the carnival when a drunk driver ran us off the road and over a cliff. The doctors said that my parents died instantly and that it was a miracle that I even survived, let alone without a scratch on me, except for the case of amnesia I developed. The hardest thing is that I don't even remember my parents or even what they looked like... Nobody, no aunts no uncles, or even grandparents came to claim me, so I was put in an orphanage. That's when I starting hanging out with the wrong crowds," Darien exclaimed, as tears came to his eyes, that he quickly wiped away. He turned to Serena to find tears running down her face, unchecked.
"Okay... that's enough of this depressing stuff. How bout' we change the subject?" Darien suggested.
"Oh okay," Serena muttered, as she wiped her face clean of tears.
"So what do you do for a living?" Darien questioned.
"I work at the Children's Care Daycare on Washington Street. You?" She asked as they continued to walk through the streets.
"I'm a freelance photographer," he answered as he saw a hotdog vendor across the street.
"Is that why you moved here?" Serena question as she followed his eyes across the street.
"Well that was one part of it. Do you want a hotdog?" Darien asked.
"Yes, please," Serena replied as they started to walk towards the vendor.
"What are the other parts?" Serena asked and took a bite of her hotdog.
"Excuse me?" Darien questioned.
"You said that your job was part of why you came to California. What are the other parts?" Serena asked.
"Oh, the first part is that most of the cops held grudges against me. Even though I was trying to change my life around, they still saw me as some punk, thug that was always doing something wrong. They roughed me up plenty of times and even ran away business, so I thought it was about time to get the hell out of dodge. The second part is that I thought it was time for a change in scenery. I mean I've lived there all my life, I've never traveled anywhere so I figured now was as of good of a chance I've ever get, so I took it," Darien exclaimed as he began eating his hot dog. The couple continued to walk around the streets of California, talking about all sorts of things until the wee hours of the morning.
"Are you okay, Serena?" Darien asked, as he noticed that Serena was becoming more nervous as they approached her door.
"Huh, oh, I'm fine," Serena muttered.
"Well I was wondering if I could see you again?" Darien asked.
"Yeah I would like that," Serena exclaimed, reaching into her pockets to pull out her keys.
"Okay I'm gonna call you lata okay," Darien muttered as he reached down to kiss Serena until he jumped away.
"Wha...What are you doing?" she questioned, fear clearly in her eyes.
"Look I'm not some masked murder or anything. I was just gonna kiss you goodnight," Darien began, only to have Serena cut him off.
"Oh I'm sor," Serena muttered, her too being cut off when Darien bent down and kissed her cheek.
"Goodnight Serena. See you later," Darien exclaimed as he began to walk away.
Darien waited until he was in the confides of his new home before he decided to call his boss. RING RING. "Hello," came a scurfy whispered.
"Captain this is Jones," Darien muttered.
"Listen here Darien. I realize that this case is top priority but you are not going to keep waking me up in the early hours of the morning. Next time wait till later. Now what do you have for me?" Captain Reid asked.
"Her loft. Who pays for it? She said something about having her own piggy bank. Find out who it is. As for anything else, I need more time," Darien exclaimed hanging up the phone.
"Sir their date has just ended," a young man with dirty blond hair exclaimed as he entered the darkened office.
"Thank you Kevin, have a seat," another man demanded as he continued to sip red wine from the well-designed crystal glass encased in his masculine hand.
"Aaaa...ye...yes sir," Kevin stammered out.
"You followed them all night am I correct," the man asked, placing his wine down.
"Yes," came Kevin's quiet reply.
"Where did he take her and what did they do?" he questioned.
"She, the lady Serena took him on a tour of L.A., then they walked around downtown L.A. talking about things," Kevin muttered. Suddenly the phone began to ring causing Kevin to fall from his chair in fear.
"WHAT IS IT?" the man demanded as he snatched his phone up. "I'm in the middle of something that is somewhat more pressing," he exclaimed sarcastically, hanging up the phone.
"Did he do anything inappropriate to or with her?" he asked.
"No, in my opinion he was the perfect gentleman, sir. He opened doors and paid for everything," Kevin replied.
"Okay here's your money. I want you to continue to follow him and report back everything and I mean EVERYTHING that he does. You've done great work and if you continue this, there could be some extra money and recognition in it," the man exclaimed, reaching into his desk and pulling out an envelope, filled to the extremes with cash.
"Ye...Yes sir," Kevin muttered, standing up taking the envelope from the mystery man and leaving the room.
Well that's all folks. Review, e-mail, either way tell me what ya thought.:)
By: Cosmic Kiss2000
Chapter: 2
E-mail: noclue2050@go.com
Rated: PG-13 for Mild Language and Little Violence
Alternate Reality and Romance, Little Action
"So...what happened with you and that hunk last night, after you left the club," Mina asked popping some popcorn in her mouth.
"Nothing really. He took me home and asked me on a date... for tonight," Serena muttered as she continued to watch the movie.
"Well what did you say?" Lita asked as she turned away from the movie and looked at Serena.
"Hello, did you see him. I said yes," Serena exclaimed, still not taking her eyes away from the movie.
"Well don't scream or jump for joy or anything. I mean he is your first real date in about 2 months," Mina muttered.
"Don't get me wrong I'm glad he asked me, but something just isn't right with him. Ok yeah I can tell he thinks I'm pretty or that he's attracted to me in some way, but I can tell he asked me out for different reasons. Like he was trying to prove something or that it was an obligation," Serena explained as she turned to look at her friends.
"What's his last name, I'll get Tony to do a back ground check on him?" Mina asked, popping more popcorn into her mouth.
"It's Jones, but I don't need one. I can handle it. Now let me watch the movie," Serena replied, turning back to the movie.
Darien knocked on the door to Serena's loft to have the door swing open to reveal the sexy vixen herself, staring at him.
"You look...GOOD," Darien muttered noticing her chosen attire. She was dressed in skintight black jeans, with a light blue tanktop being covered with a light black jean jacket.
"You don't look so bad yourself," Serena muttered, as she looked him over. He was dressed in loose-fitting casual blue jeans and a short sleeved polo shirt.
"So where are we going," Serena asked as they walked to his motorcycle.
"Well I know it's probably not gonna be the best date you've ever had, but I was hoping you could show me around Cali. You could show me where you like to hang out and stuff. What do you think about that?" Darien asked noticing the sudden silence.
"Actually, I would love to show you around. It's just that must guys wanna take me out to eat and to the movies. It's kidda refreshing to be out with someone and do something different," Serena exclaimed.
2 hours later exactly the two ended their tour of California and were walking aimlessly around the streets of L.A., getting to know one another.
"So what was it like in New York?" Serena asked, looking up at him.
"It was great when I wasn't in trouble," Darien began, but got cut off shortly after saying it.
"In trouble? What do you mean?" she questioned again.
"Let's just say that while I was growing up I hung out with the wrong crowd and the police didn't see eye to eye with my friends and I," Darien muttered.
"Well what did your parents think about your friends?" Serena asked but soon regretted as she noticed the look of despair in his eyes.
"Well actually my parents never met my friends. One night when I was three years old my parents and I were on our way back from the carnival when a drunk driver ran us off the road and over a cliff. The doctors said that my parents died instantly and that it was a miracle that I even survived, let alone without a scratch on me, except for the case of amnesia I developed. The hardest thing is that I don't even remember my parents or even what they looked like... Nobody, no aunts no uncles, or even grandparents came to claim me, so I was put in an orphanage. That's when I starting hanging out with the wrong crowds," Darien exclaimed, as tears came to his eyes, that he quickly wiped away. He turned to Serena to find tears running down her face, unchecked.
"Okay... that's enough of this depressing stuff. How bout' we change the subject?" Darien suggested.
"Oh okay," Serena muttered, as she wiped her face clean of tears.
"So what do you do for a living?" Darien questioned.
"I work at the Children's Care Daycare on Washington Street. You?" She asked as they continued to walk through the streets.
"I'm a freelance photographer," he answered as he saw a hotdog vendor across the street.
"Is that why you moved here?" Serena question as she followed his eyes across the street.
"Well that was one part of it. Do you want a hotdog?" Darien asked.
"Yes, please," Serena replied as they started to walk towards the vendor.
"What are the other parts?" Serena asked and took a bite of her hotdog.
"Excuse me?" Darien questioned.
"You said that your job was part of why you came to California. What are the other parts?" Serena asked.
"Oh, the first part is that most of the cops held grudges against me. Even though I was trying to change my life around, they still saw me as some punk, thug that was always doing something wrong. They roughed me up plenty of times and even ran away business, so I thought it was about time to get the hell out of dodge. The second part is that I thought it was time for a change in scenery. I mean I've lived there all my life, I've never traveled anywhere so I figured now was as of good of a chance I've ever get, so I took it," Darien exclaimed as he began eating his hot dog. The couple continued to walk around the streets of California, talking about all sorts of things until the wee hours of the morning.
"Are you okay, Serena?" Darien asked, as he noticed that Serena was becoming more nervous as they approached her door.
"Huh, oh, I'm fine," Serena muttered.
"Well I was wondering if I could see you again?" Darien asked.
"Yeah I would like that," Serena exclaimed, reaching into her pockets to pull out her keys.
"Okay I'm gonna call you lata okay," Darien muttered as he reached down to kiss Serena until he jumped away.
"Wha...What are you doing?" she questioned, fear clearly in her eyes.
"Look I'm not some masked murder or anything. I was just gonna kiss you goodnight," Darien began, only to have Serena cut him off.
"Oh I'm sor," Serena muttered, her too being cut off when Darien bent down and kissed her cheek.
"Goodnight Serena. See you later," Darien exclaimed as he began to walk away.
Darien waited until he was in the confides of his new home before he decided to call his boss. RING RING. "Hello," came a scurfy whispered.
"Captain this is Jones," Darien muttered.
"Listen here Darien. I realize that this case is top priority but you are not going to keep waking me up in the early hours of the morning. Next time wait till later. Now what do you have for me?" Captain Reid asked.
"Her loft. Who pays for it? She said something about having her own piggy bank. Find out who it is. As for anything else, I need more time," Darien exclaimed hanging up the phone.
"Sir their date has just ended," a young man with dirty blond hair exclaimed as he entered the darkened office.
"Thank you Kevin, have a seat," another man demanded as he continued to sip red wine from the well-designed crystal glass encased in his masculine hand.
"Aaaa...ye...yes sir," Kevin stammered out.
"You followed them all night am I correct," the man asked, placing his wine down.
"Yes," came Kevin's quiet reply.
"Where did he take her and what did they do?" he questioned.
"She, the lady Serena took him on a tour of L.A., then they walked around downtown L.A. talking about things," Kevin muttered. Suddenly the phone began to ring causing Kevin to fall from his chair in fear.
"WHAT IS IT?" the man demanded as he snatched his phone up. "I'm in the middle of something that is somewhat more pressing," he exclaimed sarcastically, hanging up the phone.
"Did he do anything inappropriate to or with her?" he asked.
"No, in my opinion he was the perfect gentleman, sir. He opened doors and paid for everything," Kevin replied.
"Okay here's your money. I want you to continue to follow him and report back everything and I mean EVERYTHING that he does. You've done great work and if you continue this, there could be some extra money and recognition in it," the man exclaimed, reaching into his desk and pulling out an envelope, filled to the extremes with cash.
"Ye...Yes sir," Kevin muttered, standing up taking the envelope from the mystery man and leaving the room.
Well that's all folks. Review, e-mail, either way tell me what ya thought.:)