Title: Business and Pleasure, Two
Author: Leese
Email: lisacheerio_85@yahoo.com
Note: (my disclaimer from the first part applies here too) I'm not exactly sure what the daughter's name was, so I'm going to call her Emily. :P
Marty's ears pricked up as Angie continued on the phone.
"Where are you?" She turned to face him as he let a hand rest on her shoulder momentarily. "Yeah, Sam but this isn't long distance. Where are you?..." Her brow creased. "Hello?" She hung up the phone, mocking her sister's voice. "Just let mum and dad know I'm okay."
"Don't sound so overjoyed." Angie scowled.
"She's run off again? Don't you understand that? She's taken my money and run off." She sighed. "Probably slumming around-"
"How much did you give her?" Angie didn't answer. "How much?" he repeated.
"Minus the plane ticket...couple of thousand."
"She'll be grateful."
"Well she's got a great way of showing it! 'Oh yeah tell *mum and dad* I'm all right.' Never mind about me. Who cares if I know she's all right. No, I haven't been worrying at all. No, *mum and dad* don't think this is my fault at all! Just because I can never see them and I don't have time – I have better things to do! I can't just walk off and have lunch with them any time I want-"
"No you have to have lunch with the druggies, eh?"
"Dealers are not druggies."
"Not all of them."
"I have to go," she stated firmly.
"Where?"
"Where do you think!?" Marty nodded, not thinking anything and got out of her car, walking back to his own. No sooner had he shut the door than Angie was off, pulling out of her parking space as quickly as she could.
*
Angie stormed into the factory some time later, only to see Danni and Mac arguing.
"What's going on?" she asked, not at all interested but she may as well contribute something. Danni looked over at her.
"You owe me fifty bucks!" she grinned, and Angie picked up on the fact that it wasn't a serious argument.
"Why?" she asked.
"Mac just came back from Homicide," Danni replied, raising her eyebrows. Angie didn't respond – at all. "Notice the lack of a suit." Angie looked Mac over in her skirt and blouse, before struggling not to laugh – she wasn't in the mood.
"I'm not giving you fifty bucks for that. It's good enough!"
"Oh, but-" Danni whined. Angie shook her head and Mac spoke.
"See, my casual's not casual to everyone, not at work. But this isn't a suit." Angie stretched out her hand.
"Cough up." Danni frowned.
"You're always on her side."
"No I'm not." Danni raised her eyebrows. "And you know it."
"Yeah, yeah." She looked over at Angie. "Get you later."
"Sure, Mac can I have those negs?" She nodded, and Angie followed her into her office.
"Everything all right?" Mac asked. Angie nodded, flicking through the surveillance shots. "Basically," Mac began explaining the shots. "Now that we've got Herman I'd like us to go one up."
"One up?" Mac nodded.
"I'd like you to come down to HQ with me later, I'm going to introduce you around. They want your thoughts considering you know Herman so well."
"HQ want *my* thoughts?" Mac nodded.
"Say, in an hour?" Angie checked her watch.
"I can do that."
"Good I'll meet you there." Angie nodded, slipping the negatives back into the file.
"What do you mean by one up exactly?" she asked suddenly.
"I'll explain there," Mac replied, shrugging it off. "Nothing you can't handle."
"Okay well I have to run. An hour."
"Mm."
*
Angie rolled her eyes as she stuck the earpiece into her left ear, keeping a careful eye on the road and connecting the call.
"I'm on my way," she answered before anything else could be spoken, her Caller ID jumping in. "I can't stay. What? You're breaking up. Look I'll be there in ten."
*
Angie's mother put down the phone.
"She'll be here in ten apparently."
"I'll go and wait outside for her I think," Marty said, standing.
*
Angie cursed as she saw Marty standing on the front step, jumping out of the car as he walked up to her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked. "This is my parent's house!"
"I followed you."
"Oh great!" she replied sarcastically. "What did you tell them?" She didn't wait for a reply. "Not that I can't guess." She sighed. "Ooh, come on I can't stay."
They entered the house.
"Ah, she returns," her father stated.
"Sorry, all right? I had to check some things at work."
"You didn't tell us about Marty-" her mother cut in, eyeing her suspiciously. Angie cast a glance over at him. He was standing next to her, rather expressionless. She turned back.
"Sorry-"
"Are you going to find Sam?" her father cut in.
"She can look after herself. She's fine, I told you earlier."
"But-"
"No I took care of it." She checked her watch, trying to work out how long it would take her to go home and get into fresher clothes and then back to HQ in time to meet Mac. Not long, she decided. "I have to go," she stated hurriedly.
"What for?"
"I have a huge meeting that I have to prepare for." Marty looked over at her with interest, but didn't say anything.
"I should go as well," he conceded, shaking her father's hand and looking over at her mother. "Nice seeing you again Mrs Piper."
"Any time Marty," she replied, as Angie briefly kissed their cheeks and brushed past them out the door.
*
Angie arrived at HQ only a minute or so later than she had planned, and Mac stood, smiling.
"Do I look okay?" Angie asked. Mac looked at her neat skirt and top.
"Fine. Relax, it's just Love, Reg and Chatterly."
"Oh, is that all?" she replied sarcastically. Mac laughed, letting her hand rest on Angie's arm for a moment.
"This way."
*
"This is her," Reg stated as Mac and Angie entered. Love smiled tightly and Chatterly nodded.
"Angie?" She nodded, taking a seat next to Mac.
"Do you know why you're here?" Love asked her.
"No, I don't. I assume this is connected to Herman Shier though?"
"In a way," Mac cut in. Harry cut her off.
"Yes we'd like you to go into a similar situation again-" This time Angie cut in.
"I don't see how it can possibly be similar when it involves Homicide, Undercover, Fraud and the Drug Squad."
"Our target is a suspected murderer, drug dealer who deals in illegal firearms licenses for business, particularly one business that is selling weapons to almost every criminal on the street."
"Why don't I think it's that simple?" Love looked over at Mac.
"She is sharp." He turned back to Angie, who was waiting expectantly. "We'd like to get him for everything. Once we arrest him for the licenses, we've lost the murder charge and drugs because there's simply not enough evidence collated so far." Angie looked over at Mac.
"What makes you think I can do this? Shouldn't someone more experienced like Church-"
"You're plenty experienced," Mac assured her.
"This is big."
"It will probably take about six months to a year for you to get all the information." Angie's eyes widened.
"I'd be undercover all that time?"
"No, you're travelling. You'll be given time off as part of your cover. During that time you will supposedly be sourcing, but of course we'll take care of all the technical details."
*
Marty opened the door to his house later that night.
"What did you mean again?" Angie asked straight away.
"Hello," Marty answered. "How are you?"
"Good, what did you mean?"
"About..." Marty let her in and she walked in quickly, dumping a very large bag on his dining room table.
"You said nice to see you 'again'. Again?"
"To your mum?"
"Hey dad-" Emily called, walking into the lounge room. She stopped when she saw Angie. "Hi," she stated hesitantly.
"This is Angie," Marty said. She looked at him.
"Okay. Do you have any double A batteries?"
"In my desk drawer I think."
"Thanks." She turned and walked out. Marty turned back to Angie.
"That's Emily." Her jaw dropped.
"Oh really?"
"Your mum taught me in year ten."
"She did?"
"Yeah, that's how I knew her."
"Oh, um, can we talk?"
"Business or pleasure?"
"Both." She cast her eyes to down his hallway, where she knew Emily was. "Mainly business."
"Sure, how about later tonight."
"Eight okay?"
*
"So what do you have to do?"
"I have to get in there first." She slid across a couple of photos. "You know any of them?" Marty let his head roll from side to side.
"Possibly."
"I'll be doing this and that for a while."
"Yeah?"
"Mm, have to get him on four separate charges."
"Who'd he kill?" he joked. Angie looked at him seriously.
"Couple of his old business dealers." She sighed. "Also imported a couple of kilos of smack, also issuing false firearms licenses."
"Fourth charge?"
"There's two murders."
"Won't you be having fun." Angie looked up at him.
"We," she said, breaking into a suspicious smile.
"We..."
"I need you to get me in initially."
"I think I remember telling you I didn't want to do this any more?"
"You're the only one who can get any of us in. And Mac wants me."
"Can I line you up with someone else?"
"I don't have time to trust them."
"And you trust me?"
"Yeah, I do." He sighed.
"What if I screw up? These guys, if they've done what you say they have-"
"We'll be okay. As soon as I'm in and I'm past the first stage"
"What if I don't like the idea of leaving you in there without knowing what's going to happen?"
"You're either going or you're staying. If you stay you have to stay for the whole operation. Once you're gone there'll be no need to call you back – I hope not anyway – but if you stay with me, you'll have to be 'with' me, the whole time." He nodded.
"I'll think it over."
"Good. All right so how can we ge-"
"Thought about it, I'm in." Angie looked at him.
"Really?" He nodded. She shifted her whole body to face it. "Are you sure?" He looked straight into her eyes.
"Yes."
"What about Emily?"
"She's back at her mum's for a while now. Don't worry yourself with her safety." Angie sat back.
"We'll cover the salary you're going to lose from work." He shook his head. She laughed, rolling her eyes. "We will! And um, you're going to have to go over the file, be completely familiar with my cover. Everything."
"Ange, I've done it before."
"I'll have to check it with Mac, she um, might want to talk to you."
"Sure."
"Okay then."
"Dinner?" She nodded.
"Sure."
*
Mac looked Marty over as he sat in the factory.
"Sorry about the blindfold," she mentioned casually. He shrugged.
"I've come to expect as much."
"Angie explained everything?"
"Pretty much." She nodded.
"Okay follow me." She walked up to her office and Marty followed, looking back at Angie, but she smiled, reassuring him.
*
"All right Marty let's hear it," Mac began.
"Hear what?" She leant against her desk.
"You have a successful cleaning business and a bit of extra profit coming in on the side, you've got a daughter and someone to take care of. Why don't you get out at the start like we offered?"
"I'm not sure what you mean there." Mac folded her arms across her chest and gave her a knowing glance.
"How close are you and Angie?"
"You're in charge of the relationships, eh?"
"No I'm in charge of making sure she doesn't die, because I don't want that."
"Why do you think I would?"
"I don't, but maybe you wouldn't too much?"
"I can control myself." Mac nodded.
"I know. All right, as long as if anything happens – Angie's explained the salary to you?"
"It's not necessary."
"We think it is." She reached back and pulled out a sheet of paper. "And can you sign here?" He did.
*
"So...what next?" Marty asked as Angie looked him up and down.
"I think you're right. You ready?" He nodded.
"Let's go then, eh?"
"Mm, let's."
TBC...
Might not get the next part finished before camp on Monday, if not as soon as I get back on Wednesday, watch stingers, ring Catt, do my email, chat to my friends that I haven't spoken to, and um...Get my film developed and kill my scanner and send pics to ppl, THEN I'll finish it. Hehehehehehe Narr, kidding, maybe this weekend? :|
Author: Leese
Email: lisacheerio_85@yahoo.com
Note: (my disclaimer from the first part applies here too) I'm not exactly sure what the daughter's name was, so I'm going to call her Emily. :P
Marty's ears pricked up as Angie continued on the phone.
"Where are you?" She turned to face him as he let a hand rest on her shoulder momentarily. "Yeah, Sam but this isn't long distance. Where are you?..." Her brow creased. "Hello?" She hung up the phone, mocking her sister's voice. "Just let mum and dad know I'm okay."
"Don't sound so overjoyed." Angie scowled.
"She's run off again? Don't you understand that? She's taken my money and run off." She sighed. "Probably slumming around-"
"How much did you give her?" Angie didn't answer. "How much?" he repeated.
"Minus the plane ticket...couple of thousand."
"She'll be grateful."
"Well she's got a great way of showing it! 'Oh yeah tell *mum and dad* I'm all right.' Never mind about me. Who cares if I know she's all right. No, I haven't been worrying at all. No, *mum and dad* don't think this is my fault at all! Just because I can never see them and I don't have time – I have better things to do! I can't just walk off and have lunch with them any time I want-"
"No you have to have lunch with the druggies, eh?"
"Dealers are not druggies."
"Not all of them."
"I have to go," she stated firmly.
"Where?"
"Where do you think!?" Marty nodded, not thinking anything and got out of her car, walking back to his own. No sooner had he shut the door than Angie was off, pulling out of her parking space as quickly as she could.
*
Angie stormed into the factory some time later, only to see Danni and Mac arguing.
"What's going on?" she asked, not at all interested but she may as well contribute something. Danni looked over at her.
"You owe me fifty bucks!" she grinned, and Angie picked up on the fact that it wasn't a serious argument.
"Why?" she asked.
"Mac just came back from Homicide," Danni replied, raising her eyebrows. Angie didn't respond – at all. "Notice the lack of a suit." Angie looked Mac over in her skirt and blouse, before struggling not to laugh – she wasn't in the mood.
"I'm not giving you fifty bucks for that. It's good enough!"
"Oh, but-" Danni whined. Angie shook her head and Mac spoke.
"See, my casual's not casual to everyone, not at work. But this isn't a suit." Angie stretched out her hand.
"Cough up." Danni frowned.
"You're always on her side."
"No I'm not." Danni raised her eyebrows. "And you know it."
"Yeah, yeah." She looked over at Angie. "Get you later."
"Sure, Mac can I have those negs?" She nodded, and Angie followed her into her office.
"Everything all right?" Mac asked. Angie nodded, flicking through the surveillance shots. "Basically," Mac began explaining the shots. "Now that we've got Herman I'd like us to go one up."
"One up?" Mac nodded.
"I'd like you to come down to HQ with me later, I'm going to introduce you around. They want your thoughts considering you know Herman so well."
"HQ want *my* thoughts?" Mac nodded.
"Say, in an hour?" Angie checked her watch.
"I can do that."
"Good I'll meet you there." Angie nodded, slipping the negatives back into the file.
"What do you mean by one up exactly?" she asked suddenly.
"I'll explain there," Mac replied, shrugging it off. "Nothing you can't handle."
"Okay well I have to run. An hour."
"Mm."
*
Angie rolled her eyes as she stuck the earpiece into her left ear, keeping a careful eye on the road and connecting the call.
"I'm on my way," she answered before anything else could be spoken, her Caller ID jumping in. "I can't stay. What? You're breaking up. Look I'll be there in ten."
*
Angie's mother put down the phone.
"She'll be here in ten apparently."
"I'll go and wait outside for her I think," Marty said, standing.
*
Angie cursed as she saw Marty standing on the front step, jumping out of the car as he walked up to her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked. "This is my parent's house!"
"I followed you."
"Oh great!" she replied sarcastically. "What did you tell them?" She didn't wait for a reply. "Not that I can't guess." She sighed. "Ooh, come on I can't stay."
They entered the house.
"Ah, she returns," her father stated.
"Sorry, all right? I had to check some things at work."
"You didn't tell us about Marty-" her mother cut in, eyeing her suspiciously. Angie cast a glance over at him. He was standing next to her, rather expressionless. She turned back.
"Sorry-"
"Are you going to find Sam?" her father cut in.
"She can look after herself. She's fine, I told you earlier."
"But-"
"No I took care of it." She checked her watch, trying to work out how long it would take her to go home and get into fresher clothes and then back to HQ in time to meet Mac. Not long, she decided. "I have to go," she stated hurriedly.
"What for?"
"I have a huge meeting that I have to prepare for." Marty looked over at her with interest, but didn't say anything.
"I should go as well," he conceded, shaking her father's hand and looking over at her mother. "Nice seeing you again Mrs Piper."
"Any time Marty," she replied, as Angie briefly kissed their cheeks and brushed past them out the door.
*
Angie arrived at HQ only a minute or so later than she had planned, and Mac stood, smiling.
"Do I look okay?" Angie asked. Mac looked at her neat skirt and top.
"Fine. Relax, it's just Love, Reg and Chatterly."
"Oh, is that all?" she replied sarcastically. Mac laughed, letting her hand rest on Angie's arm for a moment.
"This way."
*
"This is her," Reg stated as Mac and Angie entered. Love smiled tightly and Chatterly nodded.
"Angie?" She nodded, taking a seat next to Mac.
"Do you know why you're here?" Love asked her.
"No, I don't. I assume this is connected to Herman Shier though?"
"In a way," Mac cut in. Harry cut her off.
"Yes we'd like you to go into a similar situation again-" This time Angie cut in.
"I don't see how it can possibly be similar when it involves Homicide, Undercover, Fraud and the Drug Squad."
"Our target is a suspected murderer, drug dealer who deals in illegal firearms licenses for business, particularly one business that is selling weapons to almost every criminal on the street."
"Why don't I think it's that simple?" Love looked over at Mac.
"She is sharp." He turned back to Angie, who was waiting expectantly. "We'd like to get him for everything. Once we arrest him for the licenses, we've lost the murder charge and drugs because there's simply not enough evidence collated so far." Angie looked over at Mac.
"What makes you think I can do this? Shouldn't someone more experienced like Church-"
"You're plenty experienced," Mac assured her.
"This is big."
"It will probably take about six months to a year for you to get all the information." Angie's eyes widened.
"I'd be undercover all that time?"
"No, you're travelling. You'll be given time off as part of your cover. During that time you will supposedly be sourcing, but of course we'll take care of all the technical details."
*
Marty opened the door to his house later that night.
"What did you mean again?" Angie asked straight away.
"Hello," Marty answered. "How are you?"
"Good, what did you mean?"
"About..." Marty let her in and she walked in quickly, dumping a very large bag on his dining room table.
"You said nice to see you 'again'. Again?"
"To your mum?"
"Hey dad-" Emily called, walking into the lounge room. She stopped when she saw Angie. "Hi," she stated hesitantly.
"This is Angie," Marty said. She looked at him.
"Okay. Do you have any double A batteries?"
"In my desk drawer I think."
"Thanks." She turned and walked out. Marty turned back to Angie.
"That's Emily." Her jaw dropped.
"Oh really?"
"Your mum taught me in year ten."
"She did?"
"Yeah, that's how I knew her."
"Oh, um, can we talk?"
"Business or pleasure?"
"Both." She cast her eyes to down his hallway, where she knew Emily was. "Mainly business."
"Sure, how about later tonight."
"Eight okay?"
*
"So what do you have to do?"
"I have to get in there first." She slid across a couple of photos. "You know any of them?" Marty let his head roll from side to side.
"Possibly."
"I'll be doing this and that for a while."
"Yeah?"
"Mm, have to get him on four separate charges."
"Who'd he kill?" he joked. Angie looked at him seriously.
"Couple of his old business dealers." She sighed. "Also imported a couple of kilos of smack, also issuing false firearms licenses."
"Fourth charge?"
"There's two murders."
"Won't you be having fun." Angie looked up at him.
"We," she said, breaking into a suspicious smile.
"We..."
"I need you to get me in initially."
"I think I remember telling you I didn't want to do this any more?"
"You're the only one who can get any of us in. And Mac wants me."
"Can I line you up with someone else?"
"I don't have time to trust them."
"And you trust me?"
"Yeah, I do." He sighed.
"What if I screw up? These guys, if they've done what you say they have-"
"We'll be okay. As soon as I'm in and I'm past the first stage"
"What if I don't like the idea of leaving you in there without knowing what's going to happen?"
"You're either going or you're staying. If you stay you have to stay for the whole operation. Once you're gone there'll be no need to call you back – I hope not anyway – but if you stay with me, you'll have to be 'with' me, the whole time." He nodded.
"I'll think it over."
"Good. All right so how can we ge-"
"Thought about it, I'm in." Angie looked at him.
"Really?" He nodded. She shifted her whole body to face it. "Are you sure?" He looked straight into her eyes.
"Yes."
"What about Emily?"
"She's back at her mum's for a while now. Don't worry yourself with her safety." Angie sat back.
"We'll cover the salary you're going to lose from work." He shook his head. She laughed, rolling her eyes. "We will! And um, you're going to have to go over the file, be completely familiar with my cover. Everything."
"Ange, I've done it before."
"I'll have to check it with Mac, she um, might want to talk to you."
"Sure."
"Okay then."
"Dinner?" She nodded.
"Sure."
*
Mac looked Marty over as he sat in the factory.
"Sorry about the blindfold," she mentioned casually. He shrugged.
"I've come to expect as much."
"Angie explained everything?"
"Pretty much." She nodded.
"Okay follow me." She walked up to her office and Marty followed, looking back at Angie, but she smiled, reassuring him.
*
"All right Marty let's hear it," Mac began.
"Hear what?" She leant against her desk.
"You have a successful cleaning business and a bit of extra profit coming in on the side, you've got a daughter and someone to take care of. Why don't you get out at the start like we offered?"
"I'm not sure what you mean there." Mac folded her arms across her chest and gave her a knowing glance.
"How close are you and Angie?"
"You're in charge of the relationships, eh?"
"No I'm in charge of making sure she doesn't die, because I don't want that."
"Why do you think I would?"
"I don't, but maybe you wouldn't too much?"
"I can control myself." Mac nodded.
"I know. All right, as long as if anything happens – Angie's explained the salary to you?"
"It's not necessary."
"We think it is." She reached back and pulled out a sheet of paper. "And can you sign here?" He did.
*
"So...what next?" Marty asked as Angie looked him up and down.
"I think you're right. You ready?" He nodded.
"Let's go then, eh?"
"Mm, let's."
TBC...
Might not get the next part finished before camp on Monday, if not as soon as I get back on Wednesday, watch stingers, ring Catt, do my email, chat to my friends that I haven't spoken to, and um...Get my film developed and kill my scanner and send pics to ppl, THEN I'll finish it. Hehehehehehe Narr, kidding, maybe this weekend? :|