Title: "Locked Memory"
Author: Bridget Frawley (scarecro9@aol.com)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters that are Copyright@Spelling-Goldberg Productions. This story is meant for enjoyment purposes, and I retain only the rights to the plot, not the characters.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning they were just finishing breakfast at the Hart's.
Jonathan and Jennifer were going over the pictures.
"These are marvelous!" Jennifer exclaimed. "They look as if they were done by a professional."
"Thank you," Sabrina said modestly.
"Very good," Jonathan agreed. "Are you sure you didn't take them to a developer?"
"Positive," Sabrina replied.
"I'm her witness," Bosley added.
"Do you have to leave so soon?" Jennifer queried.
"Yes," Bosley replied. "Now that we know it was Wilson and Josephs who was after Sabrina, it should be easy to catch them. Besides, they did rob a bank."
"They sound dangerous," Jonathan remarked thoughtfully. "Are you sure you can handle them?" He was starting to get the idea that maybe he should get involved.
"We've handled worse. Right, Bri?" Bosley promised.
"Well, if you need help just give us a call," Jennifer offered.
"I'll keep you in mind," Bosley said.
"Maybe some time after the case is solved we could come back for a visit," Sabrina suggested tentatively.
"Definitely," Jonathan agreed. "You can bring your co-workers with you."
"He likes pretty girls," Jennifer commented.
"I'm married to the prettiest girl," he corrected, looking deep into her eyes.
They stole a quick kiss.
Jonathan turned back to Bosley and Sabrina. "Bring Charlie, too."
"Fat chance," Sabrina muttered.
Bosley looked at Jonathan suspiciously.
Jonathan threw up his hands in surrender quickly. "It never hurts to ask," he said innocently.
Bosley stood up. "We really do have to go now."
Everyone stood up as well.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you," Sabrina said, shaking hands all around.
"Likewise," Jonathan said. "You're always welcome." He turned to Bosley. "At least she is."
"We look forward to seeing both of you again," Jennifer corrected. "Don't be strangers."
Bosley and Sabrina left.
"What do you think of them?" Jonathan asked after they'd gone.
"They're very nice," Jennifer answered. "I hope they do come back for another visit."
"So do I." He took her arm and led her towards the stairs. "In fact, John and I were discussing an interesting lunch idea."
"Jonathan, we just ate breakfast," she protested in confusion.
"I know, but we'll need to get a few things set up before then," he said mysteriously.
They walked slowly up the stairs.
"Come on," he said. "I'll show you upstairs. By the way, where's Max?"
Jennifer looked around. "I think he's in the garage."
"Good."
"They're very nice," Sabrina commented once they were on the road. "I'm glad we met them."
"I knew you'd like them," he stated confidently. "Ready to get back to work?"
"I guess," she agreed reluctantly. "Won't Wilson and Jeffers wonder where we've been all this time?"
"We've only been gone a few days," he pointed out. "Besides, we got tired of hiding and figured that they must have gotten caught by now."
"You think of everything."
"I try. I doubt if they'll ask."
"Still, it's better to be prepared. I wouldn't want to find myself with a bullet hole someplace because of a little error in our cover story."
He glanced over at her. "I'd never let that happen to you."
"I know. When we get back I'll give Kelly a call."
"After your apartment we'll go back to mine, then we can take a walk around the neighborhood."
"At least we'll be getting some exercise. I haven't gotten any since we left."
"A leisurely stroll," he corrected. "Besides, you don't need any exercise."
"Thank you, I think," she remarked, unsure how to take that comment. She was silent for a few minutes, thinking. "Why are you so good to me?"
"I like you," he smiled.
"I like you, too, but I don't think that's the only reason."
"Why not? We're friends and I care about you," Bosley explained.
Sabrina lowered her eyes.
Bosley pulled the car over, not knowing what was going on. He put his arms around her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't. It's just that I've never been happier in my life. You're special to me, too, and I don't know what I'd do without you."
He smiled. "You had me worried for a minute."
"I guess we'd better try to catch those guys," she said self-consciously.
"What do you mean 'try'?" He demanded, starting the car again. "We'll get them. I have faith in us."
"I have faith in us, too. But what if they've left?"
"I don't think they'll leave until they get their hands on those pictures and you."
"Oh," she said in a small voice.
"Don't worry. I said they'd try, not that they'd succeed," he said confidently. " Like I told Jonathan, we've handled worse, and we can get these guys in no time. Trust me."
"Well, in that case -- " She said, smiling.
A few hours later they trudged to his apartment.
"I've never walked so much in my life," Bosley complained, sitting heavily on the sofa.
"Me, either," she rejoined. She sat beside him, kicking off her shoes and putting her feet on top of the table wearily. "My feet are killing me."
"Do you want my famous massage?" He offered magnanimously.
"No, thank you. You almost killed me with that one once. Remember (1)?"
"It wasn't that bad," he protested.
"Yes, it was," she corrected, remembering it all too well. "Besides, my feet don't hurt badly enough to be massaged."
"All right." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's your loss. Now we have to talk."
"As long as there's no walking involved. Talk about what?"
"You. Are you staying here, or coming back home with me?"
"I haven't decided yet. Why?"
"I don't want you to be alone. If you do decide to stay here, either Kris, Kelly, or I will stay with you."
She looked over at him, studying his face. "You told me in the car not to worry. Why are you?"
"I'm not worried," he objected. "Where'd you hide the pictures?"
"With Uncle Sam. I put them in an envelope and mailed them to myself."
"Very smart. And the negatives?"
"I mailed them to you. This way if they go through the mail they won't have everything."
"I'm impressed. You know you could be a private detective."
"Really?" She said in mock surprise.
"I can put in a good word with the boss if you'd like," he offered magnanimously.
"Sure. Maybe he and I could meet over lunch and discuss career opportunities," she smiled playfully.
He laughed. "Why don't you give Kelly a call while I fix some lunch?"
"That sounds like a good idea."
Bosley went into the kitchen.
Sabrina picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" Kelly answered.
"Hi, Kel."
"Bri! Where are you?" Kelly demanded, the relief all too evident in her voice.
"Home. I just got back a little while ago."
"I finally called Charlie and he said you went to the Hart's."
"That's right, and they're great. You have to meet them."
"Where do you know them from?" She asked suspiciously.
"I don't. Bosley and Jonathan Hart were in the Navy together."
"Are you making this up?" Kelly demanded, finding the whole story hard to believe.
"No," she laughed. "I have proof. I took their picture. We're all going to get together again after this case is solved. Want to come?"
"You bet! I won't believe this until I see it. Did you find out who ransacked your apartment?"
"Remember the two guys who robbed the Bank of America in Century City? Wilson and Josephs?"
"Yeah? What would they want with you?"
"Well, I have them on film, and my picture's a lot clearer than the one taken by the security cameras. It's positive proof that they were the robbers. That's what they're after."
"Did you call the police?" Kelly asked anxiously.
"Not yet. We want to catch them. The police might scare them away."
"That's true," she was forced to agree.
"Well, I can't stay on. I just wanted to let you know that we're back."
"Thanks, and Bri. Be careful, okay?"
"Always. See you soon."
"Bye."
Sabrina hung up the telephone.
Bosley came out with a tray of food. He set it on the table before them and sat on the sofa. "That was fast."
"I know," she stated, "I just wanted her to know we were back. Besides, I was hungry."
"Good."
She picked up a glass that was on the tray and studied it. "Milk?"
"Sure. I thought it would be a change. Wine doesn't go with sandwiches."
She took a sip. "I guess you're right."
They ate in companionable silence.
Afterwards she put the dishes in the dishwasher, then came back and sat beside him. "What next?"
"How about going to the movies?" He suggested. "Maybe we'll be followed."
"I never thought I'd want to be followed," she said wryly.
He rose his eyebrows at her in surprise. "Don't make it a habit."
She smiled. "I just want to get this over with."
He took her hand. "I know. I don't blame you, either. It'll be over before you know it."
She lowered her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"It's nothing. Really."
"All right, then." After all, she'd talk when she was ready. "You ready to go?"
"Sure."
They got up and left.
Wilson and Josephs had been observing them for a few hours.
"I don't like it," Wilson finally commented.
"I don't, either," Josephs agreed. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
He nodded. "A trap, but what now? We need those pictures."
"I know. Let me think." After a minute he said thoughtfully, "We can't go after her because she's seen us."
"Why can't we?" Wilson demanded. "We can use some kind of disguise."
"And maybe foreign accents to be on the safe side?" Josephs questioned critically.
"Yeah!"
"Then what?"
Wilson thought for a minute. "We go up to them, make up some story and then let them have it."
"Too risky. The police would spot us in a second. I have a better idea. We wait until she's alone, then we make our move."
"You know they're not going to leave her by herself," Wilson stated pointedly.
"We'll fix it. Don't worry. We'll get those pictures one way or the other." A plan was already forming in his mind.
Bosley and Sabrina returned to her apartment.
"Now what?" Sabrina said in discouragement.
"They're smart," Bosley remarked. "I have to say that for them."
They both sat down.
"Now," he continued, "we force them to make their move."
"By doing what, may I ask?"
"Let's see," he said reflectively, "we concoct some story about those pictures. We can leak it to the press. Something like, 'Wilson and Josephs are still in the city. Pictures to follow in the next issue'."
"Or go on TV and make a statement about turning the pictures over to the cops tomorrow," she added, following his line of thinking.
"Exactly!"
"I don't think I like that idea too much," she said thoughtfully.
"Why not?" He asked curiously.
"It makes me nervous. Too many things can go wrong."
"Then we'll catch them," he said confidently.
"We will?"
"Definitely," he asserted positively.
"I wish I felt as confident as you do," she admitted.
"It's all right to be apprehensive, Bri. As long as you don't let it paralyze you."
"I'm not paralyzed," she shot defensively.
He smiled. "Good. Then we can go ahead with the plan?"
"I guess so," she admitted reluctantly.
"Great! What do you want to go with -- newspapers or television?"
"Newspapers. I'm not up to having reporters shouting questions at me."
"Okay. Try this for size. The papers say you've got the pictures and you're waiting to take them to the police. You can't do it any sooner because there's a problem trying to get them there," Bosley sketched.
"What kind of problem?" She queried.
"We don't specify. This'll give them some hope and make them hurry. The sooner they try something, the less time you'll have to solve the problem."
"Sounds good. Where'd you learn to invent stories so quickly?"
"Working for Charlie." He slipped an arm across her shoulders. "You want to come to my place tonight?"
"It's all right. This is my apartment. I'll be fine."
"Who's going to stay with you?" He asked casually.
"Nobody," she stated stubbornly.
"Someone is staying with you. Come on, at least it'll make me rest easier."
"Bosley -- " she started to protest.
"I mean it," he interrupted firmly. "Me, Kris, or Kelly?"
She sighed, knowing he was right whether she liked it or not. "You, then."
"Good. You want to come with me while I pack my things?"
She shook her head.
"Come on. After that I'll take you out for a nice, quiet dinner," he promised.
"No, thanks. I'll just wait here," she refused.
"What's wrong?"
She sighed. "Nerves, I guess."
"You want to play a game of chess?" He figured it would steady her nerves and give her something else to concentrate on for a little while.
She shook her head.
"Scrabble?"
She looked over at him then. "For someone who loses a lot you sure like that game."
"I was just trying to cheer you up," he said innocently.
"Thanks but no thanks."
He hugged her.
"What's the matter?" She asked in confusion.
"Nothing," he answered simply. "I just thought you needed a hug. That's all."
She smiled, feeling warm inside. "You were right. I feel much better now. Thanks."
"No problem."
After a few minutes she fell fast asleep.
About two and a half hours later she awoke.
Bosley had carried her into bed and was sitting in the chair across from her, reading a book.
"Hi," she said, stretching.
He put the book down. "Well, hello! How are you feeling?"
She rubbed her eyes, yawning. "Pretty good. What time is it?"
He checked his watch. "Around 8:30."
Her eyes opened in surprise.
"Hungry?"
She nodded.
"Why don't you freshen up, then we'll go to my place and get a few things, then we'll go out to dinner? When we come back we can draft out our press release."
"I have a better idea," she countered. "You go to your place and get your things. I can order take-out while I unpack."
"No."
"Come on. You'll be gone for an hour, two at the most. I'll be fine for two hours. I'll keep the door locked until you come back."
"I don't know," Bosley said dubiously.
"I'm in my own home with all the doors and windows locked and bolted from the inside," Sabrina explained, refusing to be treated like some piece of delicate china. "What can happen?."
"Are you sure?" He asked dubiously, knowing that she had a point and sensing that this was important to her.
"I am. Go on. The sooner you get going the sooner we eat," she urged before he changed his mind.
"All right," he agreed against his better judgment, "but make sure you don't open the door for anyone else."
She made a face at him. "Go already."
He went to the front door, stopped and turned to face her again. "Just be careful. All right?"
"I'll be fine," she smiled.
He left, still feeling like he was going to regret this.
Wilson and Josephs were watching the building from across the street and observed Bosley leaving.
"Now's our chance," Josephs said confidently.
"What if he comes back?"
"We know he's coming back sooner or later. The sooner we get going, the more time we'll have to get away before he returns."
They crossed the street together.
Sabrina's doorbell rang and she ran to answer it. "You forget something?" She started to open the door. When she saw who it was she tried to close it again.
Josephs propelled the door open. He and Wilson forced their way inside.
"Where are they?" Wilson asked demandingly.
"Who are you? What do you want?" She feigned ignorance, backing away slowly.
"Don't play dumb with us," Josephs replied. "We want those pictures."
"I don't have them," she answered, trying to buy time.
Josephs came towards her, hand raised to slap her.
She grabbed his arm, forced it behind his back and pushed him into Wilson. When they both hit the floor she ran into the bedroom and locked the door. She grabbed the telephone and called 911. "I'd like to report two robbers," she said rapidly, watching the door splinter before her eyes. "They're in my apartment right now -- "
The door suddenly crashed forward and they rushed inside.
Josephs grabbed the telephone from her and slammed down the receiver. He raised his arm again.
She grabbed him by the arm and used a judo throw to flip him to the ground.
Wilson slipped behind her and took a blackjack from his pocket. He hit her on the back of the head.
She fell to the floor like a ton of bricks.
"What'd you do that for?" Josephs protested, rising to his feet in fury. He wanted his revenge.
"We don't have time for this nonsense," Wilson said icily. "Besides, the least you could do is thank me for saving you from further abuse."
"Thanks, but I have a better way to pay her back for her actions," Josephs said, smiling in anticipation.
"We don't have time for that, either. At least not now. Look for those pictures."
After about a half hour they found nothing.
"Well, what now?" Josephs asked anxiously.
"We take her with us. When she comes to we can find out where they are."
"What if that other guy has them?"
"Then we use her for bargaining power. Her for the pictures." Wilson picked up Sabrina in a fireman's hold. "Let's go."
"We can't let her go, at least not until I give her what she deserves," Josephs objected.
"Who said we're letting her go?" Wilson countered calmly. "She knows too much. After we get those pictures you can do whatever you want with her. I won't stand in your way. I might even watch."
They left her apartment, closing the door after them.
An elderly man was just coming out of his apartment and saw them. "What happened to Miss Duncan?" he asked.
"We don't know," Josephs answered quickly. "We came over to see her and found her on the floor."
"Do you want me to call an ambulance?" The neighbor asked, concerned.
"We've already done that, thanks," Josephs refused hastily. "They'll be here in a few minutes."
"I hope she'll be all right," the neighbor said.
"Let's go," Wilson interrupted. "They're probably outside now."
"Do you need any help?"
"No, thanks," Wilson said, trying to cover his abruptness. "We're fine."
They both got in the elevator.
The elderly man continued down the hall.
An hour and a half later Bosley rang Sabrina's doorbell.
There was no response.
He knocked on the door. "I'm back! Open up, I'm starved."
No response.
He started to get worried. "Bri? You okay in there?"
The elderly man opened his apartment door. "She's not there."
Bosley looked over at him in surprise. "Excuse me?"
"Two men took her to a hospital."
"Hospital?! What for?" He exclaimed in shock. He knew he shouldn't have left her alone. Suddenly a thought came to him. "Wait a minute. Who's they?"
"These two friends of hers found her lying on the floor. I asked if they'd wanted me to call an ambulance but they said that they'd already done that."
"Who are they? What hospital?" Bosley probed anxiously.
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
"How long ago was that?"
"Not too long. About an hour or so."
"Thank you." Bosley turned and left. Not knowing what else to do, he drove back to his apartment, reasoning that he'd get a telephone call there sooner or later.
About 20 minutes later there was a knock at his door.
He hurried over to answer it. 'Maybe she'd gone out for some dessert at the last minute,' he prayed.
It was Jonathan and Jennifer Hart.
"We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd drop by and say hello," Jonathan said tactfully.
"What he means is that not knowing what was happening was making him crazy," Jennifer corrected.
"Come in," Bosley said morosely.
They followed him inside.
"What happened?" Jonathan asked in dread, sensing something wrong.
"They've got Sabrina," Bosley answered as he sat heavily on the couch.
"Who does?" Jennifer asked, puzzled.
"Wilson and Josephs."
"How?" Jonathan asked.
Bosley related the entire story. "I should have never left her alone," he ended.
"It's not your fault," Jennifer said sympathetically. "You said yourself that she wouldn't come with you."
"I should have made her come," Bosley protested.
"She's a grown woman," Jonathan pointed out. "She makes her own decisions."
"You don't understand," Bosley objected, rising to his feet in agitation. "I knew I shouldn't have left her alone. She just sounded so -- reasonable."
"Well, at least she'll be safe until they get what they want," Jennifer said reassuringly, going over to his side and putting her arms around him sympathetically. "Where are the pictures?"
"She mailed the negatives to me and the pictures to herself," Bosley answered.
"That's good," Jonathan approved. "They'll have to get in touch with you sooner or later. When they do we'll be ready."
"That's right," Jennifer agreed. "Let's concentrate on a plan."
Sabrina was lying on a dirty bunk, eyes closed. She'd been hog tied.
"I think you hit her too hard," Josephs said worriedly.
"She's still breathing, isn't she?" Wilson snapped unconcernedly.
"Yeah, but -- "
Sabrina moaned and opened her eyes.
"Hello, sunshine," Wilson greeted. "You've finally decided to join us."
"How do you feel?" Josephs asked.
"Where am I?" She asked, turning her head slowly.
"Where no one can find you," Wilson answered. "You've got something we want. Where are they?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she protested weakly. The room was spinning and her stomach lurched alarmingly. She closed her eyes, trying to quell the queasiness she felt.
Suddenly Wilson leaned over and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her into a sitting position. "Look, lady, quit the games already! You and I both know I mean those pictures of us -- and the negatives, of course. Why don't you give them to us now so we can let you go?"
The room was spinning in multi-colors and she almost blacked out again. Something made her observe wearily, "As soon as I do that you'll kill me."
Joseph put his hand on her forehead. "No, we won't."
"I wasn't born yesterday," Sabrina protested. "I can take you there."
"You think I'm crazy?!" Wilson exploded. "I'm not a patient man, lady. I have ways of making you talk. If I have my way you'll be begging to tell me what I want to know."
"Don't hurt her," Josephs protested nervously. "You'll never find out anything that way."
"Oh, no?" Wilson turned to face him. "I wouldn't be too hasty if I were you. Besides, you were the one that said you wanted to get even for what she did to you."
"I know, but now I'm not so sure." He was also thinking that he really didn't want to be up for Murder One. "Look, she doesn't have them at home. They're either hidden very well or she's not in this alone."
Wilson finally released his hold and walked over to Josephs. "And I know who's in this with her."
Sabrina, now unsupported, dropped heavily onto the bunk.
Bosley's telephone rang. He answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello," Wilson's voice said. "You a friend of Sabrina Duncan's?"
"I am," Bosley answered warily. "Where is she?"
"She's staying with us. You've got something we want."
"Which is?" Bosley forced himself to remain calm.
"Pictures and negatives. We'd like to make a little trade: Her for them."
"I want to talk to her first."
"We haven't hurt her if that's what you're worried about."
"I still want to talk to her," Bosley insisted firmly. "Take it or leave it."
"You're not in a position to make demands," Wilson stated in a cold voice.
"Oh, no? You said it yourself. I've got something you want. I'm not trying to be cute, but I will speak to Miss Duncan for my own piece of mind. I'll do anything else you say, but there's no deal until I talk to her."
Wilson thought for a minute. "All right," he conceded unhappily. "I'll call you back in one hour. You'd better be there." He hung up.
Bosley hung up his end of the telephone.
"Will they let you talk to her?" Jennifer asked worriedly.
"They're calling back in an hour," Bosley answered.
"We'll have everything set up by then," Jonathan stated assuredly.
An hour later Josephs called again. "Mr. Bosley?"
"Yes?"
"Someone here wants to say something."
A minute later Sabrina got on the line. "Bos?" Her voice shook.
"Bri?! Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I guess I should have gone with you after all."
"Next time you'll listen to me. They didn't hurt you. Did they?"
"Not really. Don't -- " she broke off.
"Sabrina!" Bosley shouted anxiously.
Suddenly Josephs came back on the line. "Satisfied? Or do you want me to send you a body part? You get to pick which one."
"Where is she?" Bosley demanded.
"First we arrange a meet. The corner of Hollywood and Highland at 10:00 tonight. You'd better have the pictures and negatives. Otherwise you'll never see her again." He hung up.
Bosley hung up his end of the telephone and turned to face Jonathan. "Well?"
Jonathan listened intently to his cellular phone. "A pay phone on Hollywood and Seventh," he repeated. "Thanks, Frank." He hung up.
"I'm glad you've got friends in the phone company."
"We've got a good two hours to check the area before then," Jennifer said reasonably.
"As I recall," Bosley pointed out, "That neighborhood's pretty deserted at this time of night."
"What happens if we don't find her by 10:00?" Jennifer asked.
"We'll bluff somehow," Jonathan answered.
They all left.
Bosley was driving alone in his car. Jonathan and Jennifer were following in their own car. Bosley spotted a light on in a warehouse as he drove past it. He parked half a block away and went to investigate. He walked over to the back of the warehouse and peered in the window. He saw Sabrina alone and tied to a chair. He climbed silently through the window and crept up behind her. When he touched the ropes she gasped in terror and turned to face him. "Relax," he said softly. "It's only me."
"Bos? How did you find me?" She whispered.
He started trying to untie the ropes, knowing that they had little time. "Jonathan had the call traced to a phone booth nearby." It was no good. The knots were tied too tightly. He patted his pockets frantically. "I need something to cut these ropes."
"Why don't you try a knife?" A voice questioned in amusement from behind them.
Bosley turned around slowly.
Wilson stood in the doorway, smiling.
Jonathan and Jennifer were waiting at the designated spot for Bosley.
"Something must have happened to him," Jennifer said.
"His time's up," Jonathan stated, checking his watch. "He must have found something." He opened the car door on his side. "Well, we'll just have to find him."
Wilson had a gun pointed at Bosley. "Nice of you to stop by."
Josephs came over to them. "How did you find us?"
"A little bird told me where you were," Bosley answered sarcastically.
"Very funny," Wilson snapped. "You'd better have what I want, funny man."
"I do," Bosley answered calmly.
"Good! Hand it over slowly."
"I don't have it here."
"Okay, look," Wilson began, trying to control his fury. "I've been patient. I'm tired of these games! We go get them now." He turned to Josephs. "You watch her."
"Wait a minute!" Bosley protested quickly. "You'll need both of us."
"Why?" Wilson demanded. "She doesn't know where the stuff is. I should kill her right now."
"Then you'll never get your pictures," Bosley said confidently.
"I didn't say I would," Wilson stated testily. He didn't like the way things were going. "However, I'm sure you'd rather show me than have her 'hurt'."
"She'll be safe here, mister," Josephs promised quickly.
"It's either that way or no way," Wilson added, pulling out a gun. "Come on. And remember, no tricks."
Bosley rose to his feet in resignation.
He and Wilson went outside. Suddenly a figure jumped from the shadows and tackled Wilson. He then gave Wilson a swift uppercut to the jaw and knocked him out.
Jonathan and Jennifer came out of the shadows.
"How did you find us?" Bosley whispered, picking up Wilson's gun.
"We followed you," Jennifer answered, taking some rope out of her pockets and tying up Wilson.
They all trooped back inside, guns at the ready.
Josephs looked up, hearing the noise. He saw that Bosley had his gun pointed directly at his head. He swallowed hard.
"Hello, again," Bosley said frostily.
"Jennifer, please untie Sabrina," Jonathan requested, watching Bosley closely.
Jennifer nodded and did as instructed.
Once untied Sabrina stood up slowly and started to massage her wrists.
"Should I tie up this one as well?" Jennifer asked.
"Let me do the honors," Sabrina stated.
"My pleasure," Jonathan agreed.
They two of them together tied Josephs hand and foot.
The next week Bosley, Sabrina, Kelly, and Kris were in a restaurant.
"I don't believe it," Kris said in awe. "You and Jonathan Hart were in the navy together."
"Why not?" Bosley demanded indignantly.
"Is Jonathan Hart as handsome in real life as he is in his pictures?" Kelly asked eagerly.
"He sure is," Sabrina answered, smiling dreamily. "And Jennifer's just as pretty."
"Are you sure they're coming?" Kris asked, glancing at her watch.
"They said they'd be here," Bosley answered. He saw them coming from across the room. "There they are now."
Jonathan and Jennifer walked over.
"Sorry we're late," Jonathan apologized, "but we ran into some heavy traffic."
"I don't believe it," Kelly said breathlessly.
"Really, it was terrible," Jennifer said, backing her husband's story.
"Oh!" Kelly blushed. "I wasn't -- I mean, I didn't think he really knew you."
Jonathan looked Bosley up and down. "Have you noticed that no one believes you when you tell them that?"
"You noticed that, too," Bosley commended wryly.
"It's just so -- unbelievable," Kris tried to explain. "The Jonathan and Jennifer Hart."
"I guess it's true what they say," Kelly added. "It's a small world after all."
Everyone laughed.
Jonathan and Jennifer sat down.
The waiter came over, took their orders and then left.
"We're giving a dinner party next week, if you'd like to come," Jennifer offered.
"Is Charlie coming?" Kris asked eagerly.
"He's invited," Jonathan answered.
"Someone will warn him that we're there," Sabrina remarked assuredly.
"Who would do that?" Jennifer asked in surprise.
Kris, Kelly and Sabrina turned to stare at Bosley pointedly.
"Hey!" He protested defensively. "That's my job."
There were groans from the Angels.
The waiter brought their drinks over.
"A toast," Sabrina said, lifting her glass. "To new and old friends: Thanks for everything."
They all raised their glasses.
1. "Dancing In The Dark" (aired episode)
