At last, I have returned to the world of fan fic writing! Just seems I can't keep my groove during the summer. My muse, Konstantinos, always goes on vacation. So, I apologize, and I hope you all still like me, and I'll try to do better, and, since no one's read the story for like five months, I'll fill you in (unless you wanna go back and read it again!). Okay, Jesse finds a body in BBQ Bob's and they find ou that it's related to a string of murders of illegal immigrants. They discover a crime ring that helps forgeiners get free passage to America for the completion of a crime, and if they get caught, they kill them, to cover their tracks. So Steve goes undercover at the hideout, and Jesse turns up there injured. In this and the forthcoming chapters, we find out what happened. So, without further ado, Chapter Six!
TWO DAYS EARLIER
Jesse couldn't sleep He didn't want to get in trouble, but he just knew that there was something he could get involved with. He planned to go to the library…or something, and look up some…stuff, or, whatever, once he got some…sleep.
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Since Mark and Amanda were safely at work, and Steve was also too far away to get on his case, Jesse decided to do a bit of investigating on his own. But all he could think of to do was go to the police station and possibly library and looking up files on the victims. As it turned out, that was all he needed. The library only gave him what he already knew, so he hoped the police station would give him a few more recent findings.
"Hi Dr. Travis!" a young desk worker greeted. Her ice blue eyes sparkled as she recognized Lieutenant Sloan's young doctor friend who frequently visited the station with Steve. And she, of course, as most other red-blooded human females do, thought he gorgeous.
"Hey Iva!" Jesse waved back at Ivanova Krupskya and approached her desk. He thought the new Russian girl at the precinct was very cute, and had actually been teased by Steve about flirting with her. But he figured that his chances weren't so bad, as Steve had also told him that Iva had talked to him about his young friend frequently. He decided to be brave, and but on his best fake hick accent. "Hey baby, are you from Tennessee, 'cause you're the only ten I see!" He then grinned and winked humorously.
Iva wasn't sure what to think. She had no idea what this guy was talking about. He said she was a "ten", and implied that she was from Tennessee, when it was quite obvious that she wasn't American. So she put on her best cute, confused look. "I'm sorry Jesse, I don't understand."
Doh! Stupid, stupid! "Never mind." He laughed it off smoothly, then remembered why he was there in the first place. He explained what he needed, and was a bit taken aback by Ivanova's reaction. She seemed a little flushed as Jesse explained Steve's undercover assignment, and was a bit reluctant to let Jesse see the public files that he needed to. When she finally conceded and retrieved the files for him, Jesse could tell she was shaking. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, yes, I'm perfectly alright," she stammered uncertainly. "I-I just need something to eat, I'm sure. If you'll excuse me, Doctor." She winked seductively as she left Jesse confused and concerned.
Iva hurried to the bathroom and began to pace. She had always done that when she was scared. "They've found us out, they know all about us, we'll be shut down, imprisoned, deported, maybe worse. I can always deny involvement. Oh, that'll never work, Spinelli would never cover for me. But I haven't done anything illegal yet. But it won't matter, I'll still have been involved, this is an illegal operation. Perhaps my punishment won't be as severe, since I haven't carried out my crime." This is the rough translation of Ivanova's quiet Russian mumblings to herself. In case you haven't noticed, Iva was a part of the illegal immigrant crime ring. She got the job at the precinct (how ironic) as a cover and to pick up some good, honest cash. She felt horrible about this illegal operation, but there was simply no other way to fulfill her lifelong dream of living in America. Her parents had died in an avalanche when she was the mere age of seven. Needless to say, life was hard for an orphan in Russia. It's a story enough to make you cry. But not now. Anyway, while living in the streets she heard of this too-good-to-be-true organization that offered free passage to anywhere in the world for a mere small fee. But, of course, if it's too good to be true, it probably is. Especcially this one. Her felony was planned to be a rather easy one, for her at least. All she had to do was steal a car, any car, and bring it to her crime boss. She knew all about cars, but, of course, she couldn't let Spinelli know that. She played dumb so she could stall while she sought out a vehicle that she could obtain honestly. But no such luck had happened yet. But now, since the organization had nearly been discovered, she would have to… distract the young information-seeking doctor. This actually didn't seem too hard…
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Next chapter to come soon! I'm serious this time, I'm getting back in the groove!
TWO DAYS EARLIER
Jesse couldn't sleep He didn't want to get in trouble, but he just knew that there was something he could get involved with. He planned to go to the library…or something, and look up some…stuff, or, whatever, once he got some…sleep.
***
Since Mark and Amanda were safely at work, and Steve was also too far away to get on his case, Jesse decided to do a bit of investigating on his own. But all he could think of to do was go to the police station and possibly library and looking up files on the victims. As it turned out, that was all he needed. The library only gave him what he already knew, so he hoped the police station would give him a few more recent findings.
"Hi Dr. Travis!" a young desk worker greeted. Her ice blue eyes sparkled as she recognized Lieutenant Sloan's young doctor friend who frequently visited the station with Steve. And she, of course, as most other red-blooded human females do, thought he gorgeous.
"Hey Iva!" Jesse waved back at Ivanova Krupskya and approached her desk. He thought the new Russian girl at the precinct was very cute, and had actually been teased by Steve about flirting with her. But he figured that his chances weren't so bad, as Steve had also told him that Iva had talked to him about his young friend frequently. He decided to be brave, and but on his best fake hick accent. "Hey baby, are you from Tennessee, 'cause you're the only ten I see!" He then grinned and winked humorously.
Iva wasn't sure what to think. She had no idea what this guy was talking about. He said she was a "ten", and implied that she was from Tennessee, when it was quite obvious that she wasn't American. So she put on her best cute, confused look. "I'm sorry Jesse, I don't understand."
Doh! Stupid, stupid! "Never mind." He laughed it off smoothly, then remembered why he was there in the first place. He explained what he needed, and was a bit taken aback by Ivanova's reaction. She seemed a little flushed as Jesse explained Steve's undercover assignment, and was a bit reluctant to let Jesse see the public files that he needed to. When she finally conceded and retrieved the files for him, Jesse could tell she was shaking. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, yes, I'm perfectly alright," she stammered uncertainly. "I-I just need something to eat, I'm sure. If you'll excuse me, Doctor." She winked seductively as she left Jesse confused and concerned.
Iva hurried to the bathroom and began to pace. She had always done that when she was scared. "They've found us out, they know all about us, we'll be shut down, imprisoned, deported, maybe worse. I can always deny involvement. Oh, that'll never work, Spinelli would never cover for me. But I haven't done anything illegal yet. But it won't matter, I'll still have been involved, this is an illegal operation. Perhaps my punishment won't be as severe, since I haven't carried out my crime." This is the rough translation of Ivanova's quiet Russian mumblings to herself. In case you haven't noticed, Iva was a part of the illegal immigrant crime ring. She got the job at the precinct (how ironic) as a cover and to pick up some good, honest cash. She felt horrible about this illegal operation, but there was simply no other way to fulfill her lifelong dream of living in America. Her parents had died in an avalanche when she was the mere age of seven. Needless to say, life was hard for an orphan in Russia. It's a story enough to make you cry. But not now. Anyway, while living in the streets she heard of this too-good-to-be-true organization that offered free passage to anywhere in the world for a mere small fee. But, of course, if it's too good to be true, it probably is. Especcially this one. Her felony was planned to be a rather easy one, for her at least. All she had to do was steal a car, any car, and bring it to her crime boss. She knew all about cars, but, of course, she couldn't let Spinelli know that. She played dumb so she could stall while she sought out a vehicle that she could obtain honestly. But no such luck had happened yet. But now, since the organization had nearly been discovered, she would have to… distract the young information-seeking doctor. This actually didn't seem too hard…
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Next chapter to come soon! I'm serious this time, I'm getting back in the groove!