Ummm.. This isn't a ROPE chapter, this is just fun,
well, maybe you might need some ROPE...Well, now that
we think about it, yes, you need some ROPE!!! *Evil
laughs*
Chapter Two:
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Running over to his partner, Bobby began to panic as
he checked Darien's pulse. "Fawkes, Fawkes, can you
hear me?" After finding a steady heartbeat, Bobby
checked him for wounds but found none in sight.
Touching Darien's right arm, Bobby jumps back as
Darien stirs.
"Aaaaa!! What the...what...Hobbes? What are you doing
here?"
"I thought Arnaud grabbed you. What happened to you?"
"I had a headache."
"QSM?"
"No, MGD."
Hobbes rolled his eyes as he helped his partner out of
the bathtub and onto the couch. "No wonder you didn't
hear me calling or banging on the door. You should try
Budweiser next time, maybe you will just end up wasted
on the couch or maybe even the floor. 'Bud' hangovers
tend to be a little less painful. Miller Genuine Draft
always kicks my a..."
"Hey, what did you say about Arnaud?"
"Oh...there was a tip from Hobbesnet that Arnaud is
out to get you."
"Yeah so? When is Arnie not out to get me?"
"Well...When I couldn't contact you, I thought
that..."
"...swiss miss muther got me. Hmm...well he doesn't
have me, and I haven't heard from him either."
"No?"
"Nada."
"Zilch, huh."
"Nothing."
"Yeah, well I'm going to make sure he doesn't,
partner. Now hurry up and get dressed, we gotta see
the `Fish'.
~*~
"So, what are we coming in for?" Darien asked Bobby as
they walked through the Agency's halls.
"Something about a serial killer running around in San
Diego and they want help catching him." Bobby replied
in a harsh tone.
"What's wrong with you, man?"
"I got a bad feeling about this case. There is
something wrong here and I can feel it, my friend."
Bobby snarled, as he walked into the Officials office
without knocking.
Darien and Bobby both stopped in their tracks as they
found themselves thrown into a middle of a fight
between the Official and two strangers that seemed to
be the people looking for help. "What is going on
here?" Darien yelled out.
The two strangers turned and looked at Darien.
Surprise filled their faces as they took in his
appearance. "What are you doing here, Ed? Where have
you been?!" Sloan yelled.
~*~
Ed Tate awoke to a splitting headache. Where was he?
How did he get here? Then Ed realized what had
happened. Someone had grabbed him as he was leaving a
barber shop. But, this man had called him Fawkes...
When he was in the car, the man continued to talk
about a man named Fawkes. Trying several times to make
the man understand that he wasn't this Fawkes person,
Ed's kidnapper had become upset and injected something
into his blood stream. Now, he was here, tied to a
medical bed. What was going to happen to him next? Ed
looked up as the door to his room opened. He didn't
need to wait long to find the answer to that question.
~*~
TBC
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Peanut Butter and Chocolate
"Hey, you got peanut butter on my chocolate. No, you got chocolate
in my peanut butter."