Part 7
Digging through, finding the truth
Author's note: Yes, I am very aware this isn't a Profiler fanfic, and not really meant to be a crossover to begin with, but this is my world, I can do as I please. Bwhahahahaha, no, why am I laughing, I am sorry, it just happened. I would have metioned it before if I knew. I am planning a real crossover and you will be warned ahead of time in the story, unlike this one. Sorry if some people don't like it. And if can't tell by the end. This is from George's Fraley's POV, and this will probably the only time you get his thoughts, in this story.
I don't really like this case, it seems the cases get more violent, and violent. The pictures for this case are hard to stomach, why would anyone want to mutilate a body that way. I guess I should know their would be pictures like this, and people this violent, this is the Violent Crime Task Force. But sometimes, I just go home, and I throw up. The crime scene photos we get sometimes are very disturbing.Rich told me if it disturbs me so much I should get a new job, but Rich doesn't know much. I can't explain to him, how utterly relieving it is when we catch someone. He also, doesn't understand what its like to work with these people, they put in such dedication. This unit hasn't been round long, but we have gone through so much together. We are like a family now. The phone rings I pick it up. "Vctf, Fraley?"
"Bonjour, M. Fraley, Mon nom est Lucé Dé Blackney, ...err..pardon-moi, I forgot sometimes, this is America, I must speak english." I hear a highly accented french female voice say. It sounds fake. I wonder how they got this phone number, as I read the files on my screen.
"Yes, Miss. De Blackney, what can I do for you?" I pick up my coffee cup, to take a sip. Its empty, I'll have to get some more later.
"Umm.. are you a chum of M. Albin Eberts?" I try to picture this woman in my mind, short hair, probably black, brown eyes, -or- very dark, probably from Louisiana where french is influenced greatly, wears designer french wear, giant black hats, and tight fitting black dresses.I can see her in a giant house on the garden district in New Orleans. Wait, she said Chum, not friend, she must be british, I really doubt she is french, she speaks it though. Probably does something that is best done solitary, like painting. She lives far from society, and not in Louisiana, she probably doesn't like louisiana, but she does wear high fashion. So, she probably lives in a small flat somewhere, probably a suburb of London. Okay, So, I am just guessing, I am not a profiler like Sam, but its fun sometimes.
"No, an Albin Eberts, but I do know an Eberts." I try to flag down one of the interns, I want more coffee, and I need the headset, my shoulder is starting to hurt from balancing the phone on it. I switch ears on the phone.
"Oh, Albin, maybe his name is not Albin..." She pauses as if she is reading something. "Albert, that's it, I can't even read my own handwriting. Do you know an Albert Eberts?" The intern starts to approach me, changes his mind, and scurries away, as if he has more important work to do, his sports jacket, which is tied around his waist, flapping between his legs, back towards his computer.Some of them, including that guy always have to act like idiots when I am charge, one day instead of tracking suspects down one day, not long though, I am going to hack into their computers and see what bad things they do on the company computers while they are suppose to be working.
"I do, can I ask why you want to know this." A female intern walking around with a coffee pot, comes to check on my cup, she fills it. I make a motion with my right index finger from the phone going to my mouth. She nods,gives me a quick smile, and scurries away.I pick up my mug, and I take a sip.Good coffee. She needs to fix coffee more often. Its not as bland as some of the other interns make.It actually has a sweet taste to it, but its strong. Almost like Brazillian coffee. I think she likes me, and I am sure I would be hitting on her, in a different life. She is kind of cute though. Maybe one day, I may ask her out, to see if I still like men, -or- if I can be comfortable with women lovers again.
"Well, I am sure you are rather busy, but, is he gay?"
I swallow the coffee hard, almost scalding my throat. What in the world kind of question is that. "WHat?" I wonder where in the world anyone would get that impression about Albie.
"Do you need me to restate?" She asks.
"No, I heard you, but why on earth did you call me to ask me that?" I set the mug down. The intern comes back and hands me the headset, from where I had left it in my office. I really need to start remembering, I have one in their too. I give her a nod. She gives me another smile. I give her a small one in return. She scurries away.
"Ummm..."
"Hold on a second, I need to switch you to my headset."
"Oh, okay." I install the headset, and put it on, and hang up the phone.
"You still there?"
"Yes, I am, and I really hate to disturb you, but I am thinking of hiring M. Eberts for a stock trade, and I want to know if his sexual preference. " I almost chuckle. That's the first time I heard of one of Albie's customers in his home business stock trade ask for his sexual preference. I could understand if, someone in the government, wanted to borrow him from his main job, working for the Official, to maybe ask, but this seems ridculous.
"Well, Miss De. Blackney, This seems very strange to me, but I will tell you, Albert likes Women."
"Does he?" she sounds a bit disappointed.
"Yes, he does, I know for a fact, I have a lot of work to do, so, I have to go, Thanks for calling."
"No,Thank you M. Fraley." We hang up. I almost burst into laughter, but then my eyes catch a glimpse of a crime scene photo on my screen. Well, that was fun, but now its back to work.
Digging through, finding the truth
Author's note: Yes, I am very aware this isn't a Profiler fanfic, and not really meant to be a crossover to begin with, but this is my world, I can do as I please. Bwhahahahaha, no, why am I laughing, I am sorry, it just happened. I would have metioned it before if I knew. I am planning a real crossover and you will be warned ahead of time in the story, unlike this one. Sorry if some people don't like it. And if can't tell by the end. This is from George's Fraley's POV, and this will probably the only time you get his thoughts, in this story.
I don't really like this case, it seems the cases get more violent, and violent. The pictures for this case are hard to stomach, why would anyone want to mutilate a body that way. I guess I should know their would be pictures like this, and people this violent, this is the Violent Crime Task Force. But sometimes, I just go home, and I throw up. The crime scene photos we get sometimes are very disturbing.Rich told me if it disturbs me so much I should get a new job, but Rich doesn't know much. I can't explain to him, how utterly relieving it is when we catch someone. He also, doesn't understand what its like to work with these people, they put in such dedication. This unit hasn't been round long, but we have gone through so much together. We are like a family now. The phone rings I pick it up. "Vctf, Fraley?"
"Bonjour, M. Fraley, Mon nom est Lucé Dé Blackney, ...err..pardon-moi, I forgot sometimes, this is America, I must speak english." I hear a highly accented french female voice say. It sounds fake. I wonder how they got this phone number, as I read the files on my screen.
"Yes, Miss. De Blackney, what can I do for you?" I pick up my coffee cup, to take a sip. Its empty, I'll have to get some more later.
"Umm.. are you a chum of M. Albin Eberts?" I try to picture this woman in my mind, short hair, probably black, brown eyes, -or- very dark, probably from Louisiana where french is influenced greatly, wears designer french wear, giant black hats, and tight fitting black dresses.I can see her in a giant house on the garden district in New Orleans. Wait, she said Chum, not friend, she must be british, I really doubt she is french, she speaks it though. Probably does something that is best done solitary, like painting. She lives far from society, and not in Louisiana, she probably doesn't like louisiana, but she does wear high fashion. So, she probably lives in a small flat somewhere, probably a suburb of London. Okay, So, I am just guessing, I am not a profiler like Sam, but its fun sometimes.
"No, an Albin Eberts, but I do know an Eberts." I try to flag down one of the interns, I want more coffee, and I need the headset, my shoulder is starting to hurt from balancing the phone on it. I switch ears on the phone.
"Oh, Albin, maybe his name is not Albin..." She pauses as if she is reading something. "Albert, that's it, I can't even read my own handwriting. Do you know an Albert Eberts?" The intern starts to approach me, changes his mind, and scurries away, as if he has more important work to do, his sports jacket, which is tied around his waist, flapping between his legs, back towards his computer.Some of them, including that guy always have to act like idiots when I am charge, one day instead of tracking suspects down one day, not long though, I am going to hack into their computers and see what bad things they do on the company computers while they are suppose to be working.
"I do, can I ask why you want to know this." A female intern walking around with a coffee pot, comes to check on my cup, she fills it. I make a motion with my right index finger from the phone going to my mouth. She nods,gives me a quick smile, and scurries away.I pick up my mug, and I take a sip.Good coffee. She needs to fix coffee more often. Its not as bland as some of the other interns make.It actually has a sweet taste to it, but its strong. Almost like Brazillian coffee. I think she likes me, and I am sure I would be hitting on her, in a different life. She is kind of cute though. Maybe one day, I may ask her out, to see if I still like men, -or- if I can be comfortable with women lovers again.
"Well, I am sure you are rather busy, but, is he gay?"
I swallow the coffee hard, almost scalding my throat. What in the world kind of question is that. "WHat?" I wonder where in the world anyone would get that impression about Albie.
"Do you need me to restate?" She asks.
"No, I heard you, but why on earth did you call me to ask me that?" I set the mug down. The intern comes back and hands me the headset, from where I had left it in my office. I really need to start remembering, I have one in their too. I give her a nod. She gives me another smile. I give her a small one in return. She scurries away.
"Ummm..."
"Hold on a second, I need to switch you to my headset."
"Oh, okay." I install the headset, and put it on, and hang up the phone.
"You still there?"
"Yes, I am, and I really hate to disturb you, but I am thinking of hiring M. Eberts for a stock trade, and I want to know if his sexual preference. " I almost chuckle. That's the first time I heard of one of Albie's customers in his home business stock trade ask for his sexual preference. I could understand if, someone in the government, wanted to borrow him from his main job, working for the Official, to maybe ask, but this seems ridculous.
"Well, Miss De. Blackney, This seems very strange to me, but I will tell you, Albert likes Women."
"Does he?" she sounds a bit disappointed.
"Yes, he does, I know for a fact, I have a lot of work to do, so, I have to go, Thanks for calling."
"No,Thank you M. Fraley." We hang up. I almost burst into laughter, but then my eyes catch a glimpse of a crime scene photo on my screen. Well, that was fun, but now its back to work.