Title: Business and Pleasure, Six
Author: Leese
Email: lisacheerio_85@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: They're all the same, don't own Stingers, its characters blah blah that should do me for the rest of this fic
Note: All these fics, btw, can be found at my site
http://www.geocities.com/lisacheerio_85/ feel free.
Oooh, also, I realise that I've um, been neglecting Danni in this story – and I feel really bad – but technically the writers have been neglecting Oscar and Angie, so I'm just filling in the gaps! Hehe
SUMMARY TO DATE: since it's been a long time since the previous part, just to catch you up. Angie was investigating Jeff and Louise Lamenia for drugs, murder and fake gun licences – they never quite finished that investigation before Marty stepped in and raised a gun, forcing Mac to call in the troops, who killed one of Lamenia's contacts' men and screwed the investigation. They now want Marty for attempted murder, but he's disappeared. Angie has just told Mac where he was because she could be threatened with aiding and abetting by HQ if she didn't. During this time, Oscar and Angie developed their own UC relationship, and Mac and Pete did some flirting for their covers.
Part Six – this goes pretty quickly! Shouldn't be too long, and I'm going to be nice and not do what I was thinking of - yet :P
Angie cast her eyes up to Mac's office, watching her sitting at her desk – all smug – and talking into her phone at a speedy rate. They were going to get Marty. They were going to get him, arrest him, take him away. So things between them hadn't worked out, she couldn't just stand by and let another person's life be ruined because of her. It was always her fault. She was the weakest link. If someone needed to nab someone, they came to good old reliable Angie to spill her guts. Of course sometimes she took a lot of talking to but eventually, always, she would spill. And she'd never really made up to all the people whose lives she'd ruined, not yet.
This was her chance. She could change it all. She could fix things! She could give Marty the chance to start over. He didn't want to go back inside, she knew that. He loved his daughter, his free life.
If she hadn't first courted him, he would never had ended up in such a mess – attempted murder for crying out loud!
Angie flinched as Oscar came up behind her.
"What's going on?" he asked. Angie shook her head, pushing her chair backwards and feeling Oscar step back immediately to accommodate her.
"I'm going out," she replied. He simply nodded, watching her go.
*
Mac poked her head out of her office, fiddling with her jacket at the same time.
"Where's Ange?" she asked of Oscar. He shrugged.
"She 'went out'."
"Where?" He shrugged again. "Jesus!" Mac exclaimed, reaching into her bag as she descended the steps. She took out her mobile and dialled. "Peter, I need you round there as well! Angie might be there – yes, go!" As Mac left, Oscar hesitated, before also grabbing his keys and following.
*
Marty opened his door no more than five minutes later only to see a flustered Angie standing on his stoop.
"You packed?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Pretty mu-"
"Pack quicker." He watched her push past him into the house. "I'll explain soon."
*
The figure stood by the side of the road, watching.
*
"So what's going on?" Marty repeated for what he felt to be the millionth time. Angie shook her head, zipping up the last of his bags.
"I'll explain on the way!" she hissed – yet again. "Come on!" She threw him one of his bags and they made their way to the front door.
"Shit!" Angie exclaimed upon seeing the marked cars pulling up in the driveway. Marty was about to question her on this before she turned, partly smacking her body into his in an effort to reach the back door. Marty, confused, took a moment to follow, and he heard her voice before he caught up.
"Shit!"
He stopped upon his first sight of her. Angie was pushed back against one of his kitchen cupboards, a gun held firmly to her chest by what he could only make out to be a woman's hand. Neither women spoke, nor did Angie dare look his way. He thought he knew why.
*
Angie looked directly down at the gun pressing into her sternum, shaking. The safety was off. Opposite her, Louise rolled her lips together in anticipation, unaware of the swarm of police just outside the door.
*
"Police, stop!" was the call to Marty as the front screen door burst open. Outside he could hear the screech of several more tyres – they were really calling in the cavalry for this one.
*
Mac had her mobile in her hand as she jumped out of the car, Peter waiting for her to tell her they'd moved in, Oscar pulling up not too far behind her.
*
Marty didn't know what to do. He couldn't go into the kitchen, for Angie's safety, he couldn't run away. He just stood there.
*
"Suspected officer presence, do not shoot!" she called into the mobile before slamming it shut.
*
The officer in front of Marty fired, twice.
*
The remaining officers outside looked up as the volley of shots erupted. Those whose thoughts were not also on Angie noticed the two differing calibres, as Mac, Peter and Oscar pushed inside, Oscar some way behind.
*
"Officer down!" came the call as the screen door slammed behind them.
Mac and Peter reached Angie long before Oscar, who was held up by a number of uniforms trying to get out through the front door. His heart jumped in his chest as he tried to push against them to get through.
*
"Wait!" Pete exclaimed, adding under his breath: "You little shits." He turned as Mac reached Angie, sitting against the bottom of the sink. "Wait."
*
Mac let her arms run down the length of Angie's, before she took hold of her blood-soaked blouse and lifted it gently off Angie's skin – no holes. Angie sighed, her eyes closed, her head leaning back into the cabinet. She reached out, finding her friend's familiar hands and squeezing.
"I'm okay," she whispered.
*
"Angie!" Oscar called as he reached the room and saw Louise lying covered in blood also on the floor just behind Mac's heels. Pete stood and held onto him.
"She hasn't been shot," Pete assured, unaware of just how close Oscar and Angie had become over the duration of this case to date. They hadn't told, and they didn't plan to, and so it seemed Oscar was going to have to play the concerned colleague only.
*
"Look at me and tell me," Mac replied. Angie opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face – the only reason they had been closed was to hold them in, her breath uneven for that reason also. Mac put her hand to Angie's cheek and held it there.
"I'm okay," she repeated. "She just fell on me, she tried but I pushed her out and the uniform shot her – he thought she was me...She fell back onto me..." Angie started to cry and Mac, after quickly removing her jacket, put her arms around her, helping her to stand and walk as the ambulance sirens halted just outside.
*
Mac had been the one to take care of Angie that afternoon, taking her to the doctor and home to clean up, and they drove into the factory some time later. Danni raced up to her and embraced her tightly. Peter and Oscar did the same, and no one seemed to notice the way in which he held her, or the fact that it was for slightly longer.
"Angie," Mac called softly as they broke apart. She nodded, following Mac up into her office, the door closing slowly behind her.
"Lamenia had no knowledge of his wife's plans," she began. Angie scoffed.
"Bull shit!" Mac paused, leaning forward.
"Exactly. You need to work out what you want to do." Angie's eyes filled with tears.
"Now?"
"No, but soon Ange, you do."
"This is all my fault," she cried, leaning forward into her hands. Mac moved to sit next to her, letting a hand sit on her back.
"That cop was not meant to shoot Marty, you and I know that, but uniform have their story and they're not going to change it."
"Challenge it," she managed. Mac shook her head.
"We don't have that kind of power in this unit at the moment. I'm sorry. Just be glad you're okay. I am." Angie looked up at her.
"Thankyou." Mac smiled.
"None of that. Come on, I think someone's going out for drinks tonight."
*
They finished up at the hotel and paid for their drinks. As they were walking out, they passed an open function room – it looked like a wedding reception.
"You guys wanna dance?" Pete joked, laughing and pretending to grab Mac and drag her inside. She pulled back.
"Hey that's not our wedding!" Pete shook his head, whispering.
"Damn..." Oscar laughed.
"I'm sure Danni would've danced with you mate, but you know, when you're Danni and you come to a bar you just expect to get picked up and dragged out for a night on the town." Pete sent him a glare as Oscar looked over at Angie.
"We're not exactly dresse-" Angie started.
"Exactly," Mac added. Pete grinned.
"They'll never notice."
*
They emerged some time later. Pete's fingers played gently with Mac's by her side but she rejected the idea of holding hands, glancing pointedly over at Oscar and Angie, who couldn't help themselves. Pete smiled over at her.
"She's a good dancer, they always get the men-" he started to whisper. Mac hit him on the side of the arm.
"Nothing against me of course!" He looked over at her seriously.
"Of course not." Mac watched him, questioning him, but he didn't waver. All of a sudden she felt special, wanted, but she didn't let anyone see it.
*
Oscar got to his car with Angie before she turned to him.
"I came with Mac," she started, shrugging, turning back to glace at Mac and Pete in a suddenly animated conversation, laughing just a metre or so off.
"Mac," he called, and she stopped Pete talking by touching his chest briefly. She walked up to them. "Do you want me to take Angie home?"
"As long as you take her home and then go back to your house so you're in different houses at the same time." She raised an eyebrow and Angie blushed a deep red. Mac felt bad, reaching out and taking her hand. "I trust you two, all right?" she stated. Angie nodded.
"It's okay, I'll go with you Mac," she replied. Mac turned back to Peter, and straight back to their conversation.
Oscar's hands slipped around Angie's waist as she turned back to him.
"If we don't stop this, I'll lose you," she started. "And I can't lose you too." Oscar knew she was talking about Marty, but he didn't mind. He nodded, leaning in to kiss her briefly.
"We'll work it out." She nodded.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomor-" They were stopped by Mac breaking into fits of laughter, a side of her they'd never seen – Pete didn't seem too surprised however – he was the one holding her in his arms.
"Put me down you evil, evil man!" she cursed, giggling as he spun her around and put her back on the ground. She latched onto him to control her balance.
"Now walk a straight line," he urged, dangling her keys in front of her.
"Hey I only had two glasses give em back!" He laughed as she ran forward and snatched them from him.
*
Danni and Pete stood in Mac's office the following morning.
"Danni could you stay on Lamenia's tail?"
"At his house?" She nodded. Danni began to gather her jacket and things from Mac's office, slowly – it had been a long night. Pete remained.
"Yeah Pete?"
"I was thinking, um, maybe we could do dinner some time?"
"Pete-"
"We never got around to it." Mac sighed.
"I just told Oscar and Angie to quit it. What would it be like if I started going out with you."
"We would only be going out as friends. Anything more is your decision." She hesitated. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere nice. We never got that far you know."
"Not by any of my faults." He looked at her, and Mac felt herself caving.
"Tonight?" he began. She sighed. "I've already made the reservations. Dress up nice." And with that, he walked out the office door.
TBC...
Author: Leese
Email: lisacheerio_85@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: They're all the same, don't own Stingers, its characters blah blah that should do me for the rest of this fic
Note: All these fics, btw, can be found at my site
http://www.geocities.com/lisacheerio_85/ feel free.
Oooh, also, I realise that I've um, been neglecting Danni in this story – and I feel really bad – but technically the writers have been neglecting Oscar and Angie, so I'm just filling in the gaps! Hehe
SUMMARY TO DATE: since it's been a long time since the previous part, just to catch you up. Angie was investigating Jeff and Louise Lamenia for drugs, murder and fake gun licences – they never quite finished that investigation before Marty stepped in and raised a gun, forcing Mac to call in the troops, who killed one of Lamenia's contacts' men and screwed the investigation. They now want Marty for attempted murder, but he's disappeared. Angie has just told Mac where he was because she could be threatened with aiding and abetting by HQ if she didn't. During this time, Oscar and Angie developed their own UC relationship, and Mac and Pete did some flirting for their covers.
Part Six – this goes pretty quickly! Shouldn't be too long, and I'm going to be nice and not do what I was thinking of - yet :P
Angie cast her eyes up to Mac's office, watching her sitting at her desk – all smug – and talking into her phone at a speedy rate. They were going to get Marty. They were going to get him, arrest him, take him away. So things between them hadn't worked out, she couldn't just stand by and let another person's life be ruined because of her. It was always her fault. She was the weakest link. If someone needed to nab someone, they came to good old reliable Angie to spill her guts. Of course sometimes she took a lot of talking to but eventually, always, she would spill. And she'd never really made up to all the people whose lives she'd ruined, not yet.
This was her chance. She could change it all. She could fix things! She could give Marty the chance to start over. He didn't want to go back inside, she knew that. He loved his daughter, his free life.
If she hadn't first courted him, he would never had ended up in such a mess – attempted murder for crying out loud!
Angie flinched as Oscar came up behind her.
"What's going on?" he asked. Angie shook her head, pushing her chair backwards and feeling Oscar step back immediately to accommodate her.
"I'm going out," she replied. He simply nodded, watching her go.
*
Mac poked her head out of her office, fiddling with her jacket at the same time.
"Where's Ange?" she asked of Oscar. He shrugged.
"She 'went out'."
"Where?" He shrugged again. "Jesus!" Mac exclaimed, reaching into her bag as she descended the steps. She took out her mobile and dialled. "Peter, I need you round there as well! Angie might be there – yes, go!" As Mac left, Oscar hesitated, before also grabbing his keys and following.
*
Marty opened his door no more than five minutes later only to see a flustered Angie standing on his stoop.
"You packed?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Pretty mu-"
"Pack quicker." He watched her push past him into the house. "I'll explain soon."
*
The figure stood by the side of the road, watching.
*
"So what's going on?" Marty repeated for what he felt to be the millionth time. Angie shook her head, zipping up the last of his bags.
"I'll explain on the way!" she hissed – yet again. "Come on!" She threw him one of his bags and they made their way to the front door.
"Shit!" Angie exclaimed upon seeing the marked cars pulling up in the driveway. Marty was about to question her on this before she turned, partly smacking her body into his in an effort to reach the back door. Marty, confused, took a moment to follow, and he heard her voice before he caught up.
"Shit!"
He stopped upon his first sight of her. Angie was pushed back against one of his kitchen cupboards, a gun held firmly to her chest by what he could only make out to be a woman's hand. Neither women spoke, nor did Angie dare look his way. He thought he knew why.
*
Angie looked directly down at the gun pressing into her sternum, shaking. The safety was off. Opposite her, Louise rolled her lips together in anticipation, unaware of the swarm of police just outside the door.
*
"Police, stop!" was the call to Marty as the front screen door burst open. Outside he could hear the screech of several more tyres – they were really calling in the cavalry for this one.
*
Mac had her mobile in her hand as she jumped out of the car, Peter waiting for her to tell her they'd moved in, Oscar pulling up not too far behind her.
*
Marty didn't know what to do. He couldn't go into the kitchen, for Angie's safety, he couldn't run away. He just stood there.
*
"Suspected officer presence, do not shoot!" she called into the mobile before slamming it shut.
*
The officer in front of Marty fired, twice.
*
The remaining officers outside looked up as the volley of shots erupted. Those whose thoughts were not also on Angie noticed the two differing calibres, as Mac, Peter and Oscar pushed inside, Oscar some way behind.
*
"Officer down!" came the call as the screen door slammed behind them.
Mac and Peter reached Angie long before Oscar, who was held up by a number of uniforms trying to get out through the front door. His heart jumped in his chest as he tried to push against them to get through.
*
"Wait!" Pete exclaimed, adding under his breath: "You little shits." He turned as Mac reached Angie, sitting against the bottom of the sink. "Wait."
*
Mac let her arms run down the length of Angie's, before she took hold of her blood-soaked blouse and lifted it gently off Angie's skin – no holes. Angie sighed, her eyes closed, her head leaning back into the cabinet. She reached out, finding her friend's familiar hands and squeezing.
"I'm okay," she whispered.
*
"Angie!" Oscar called as he reached the room and saw Louise lying covered in blood also on the floor just behind Mac's heels. Pete stood and held onto him.
"She hasn't been shot," Pete assured, unaware of just how close Oscar and Angie had become over the duration of this case to date. They hadn't told, and they didn't plan to, and so it seemed Oscar was going to have to play the concerned colleague only.
*
"Look at me and tell me," Mac replied. Angie opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face – the only reason they had been closed was to hold them in, her breath uneven for that reason also. Mac put her hand to Angie's cheek and held it there.
"I'm okay," she repeated. "She just fell on me, she tried but I pushed her out and the uniform shot her – he thought she was me...She fell back onto me..." Angie started to cry and Mac, after quickly removing her jacket, put her arms around her, helping her to stand and walk as the ambulance sirens halted just outside.
*
Mac had been the one to take care of Angie that afternoon, taking her to the doctor and home to clean up, and they drove into the factory some time later. Danni raced up to her and embraced her tightly. Peter and Oscar did the same, and no one seemed to notice the way in which he held her, or the fact that it was for slightly longer.
"Angie," Mac called softly as they broke apart. She nodded, following Mac up into her office, the door closing slowly behind her.
"Lamenia had no knowledge of his wife's plans," she began. Angie scoffed.
"Bull shit!" Mac paused, leaning forward.
"Exactly. You need to work out what you want to do." Angie's eyes filled with tears.
"Now?"
"No, but soon Ange, you do."
"This is all my fault," she cried, leaning forward into her hands. Mac moved to sit next to her, letting a hand sit on her back.
"That cop was not meant to shoot Marty, you and I know that, but uniform have their story and they're not going to change it."
"Challenge it," she managed. Mac shook her head.
"We don't have that kind of power in this unit at the moment. I'm sorry. Just be glad you're okay. I am." Angie looked up at her.
"Thankyou." Mac smiled.
"None of that. Come on, I think someone's going out for drinks tonight."
*
They finished up at the hotel and paid for their drinks. As they were walking out, they passed an open function room – it looked like a wedding reception.
"You guys wanna dance?" Pete joked, laughing and pretending to grab Mac and drag her inside. She pulled back.
"Hey that's not our wedding!" Pete shook his head, whispering.
"Damn..." Oscar laughed.
"I'm sure Danni would've danced with you mate, but you know, when you're Danni and you come to a bar you just expect to get picked up and dragged out for a night on the town." Pete sent him a glare as Oscar looked over at Angie.
"We're not exactly dresse-" Angie started.
"Exactly," Mac added. Pete grinned.
"They'll never notice."
*
They emerged some time later. Pete's fingers played gently with Mac's by her side but she rejected the idea of holding hands, glancing pointedly over at Oscar and Angie, who couldn't help themselves. Pete smiled over at her.
"She's a good dancer, they always get the men-" he started to whisper. Mac hit him on the side of the arm.
"Nothing against me of course!" He looked over at her seriously.
"Of course not." Mac watched him, questioning him, but he didn't waver. All of a sudden she felt special, wanted, but she didn't let anyone see it.
*
Oscar got to his car with Angie before she turned to him.
"I came with Mac," she started, shrugging, turning back to glace at Mac and Pete in a suddenly animated conversation, laughing just a metre or so off.
"Mac," he called, and she stopped Pete talking by touching his chest briefly. She walked up to them. "Do you want me to take Angie home?"
"As long as you take her home and then go back to your house so you're in different houses at the same time." She raised an eyebrow and Angie blushed a deep red. Mac felt bad, reaching out and taking her hand. "I trust you two, all right?" she stated. Angie nodded.
"It's okay, I'll go with you Mac," she replied. Mac turned back to Peter, and straight back to their conversation.
Oscar's hands slipped around Angie's waist as she turned back to him.
"If we don't stop this, I'll lose you," she started. "And I can't lose you too." Oscar knew she was talking about Marty, but he didn't mind. He nodded, leaning in to kiss her briefly.
"We'll work it out." She nodded.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomor-" They were stopped by Mac breaking into fits of laughter, a side of her they'd never seen – Pete didn't seem too surprised however – he was the one holding her in his arms.
"Put me down you evil, evil man!" she cursed, giggling as he spun her around and put her back on the ground. She latched onto him to control her balance.
"Now walk a straight line," he urged, dangling her keys in front of her.
"Hey I only had two glasses give em back!" He laughed as she ran forward and snatched them from him.
*
Danni and Pete stood in Mac's office the following morning.
"Danni could you stay on Lamenia's tail?"
"At his house?" She nodded. Danni began to gather her jacket and things from Mac's office, slowly – it had been a long night. Pete remained.
"Yeah Pete?"
"I was thinking, um, maybe we could do dinner some time?"
"Pete-"
"We never got around to it." Mac sighed.
"I just told Oscar and Angie to quit it. What would it be like if I started going out with you."
"We would only be going out as friends. Anything more is your decision." She hesitated. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere nice. We never got that far you know."
"Not by any of my faults." He looked at her, and Mac felt herself caving.
"Tonight?" he began. She sighed. "I've already made the reservations. Dress up nice." And with that, he walked out the office door.
TBC...