Chap. 2


Mimi got up at noon even though she knew she'd pay for it later. 'Oh well. I'll take a nap before I have to go out again,' she thought. It was Friday and tomorrow she was having dinner with Belle and Shawn. Mimi showered and changed and headed for Salem Place. She stopped in dotcom to get a quick jolt of caffeine. She was standing in line when a group of teenagers caught her eye. She smiled softly. They reminded her so much of her and her friends.


Mimi was glad that they all still kept in touch. Well, almost everyone.

Shawn and Belle had married and they had been married for four years, still going strong. Shawn was the Lt. at the P.D. and Belle was a pediatrician at the hospital.


Phillip and Chloe had married the year after graduation. Phil took over Titan and Chloe was the singer she had always wanted to be. They traveled all over and took their three year old daughter, Melody, with them everywhere.


Brady was head of Basic Black and he was bachelor to the end. He always had a different girl on his arm.


The group had lost touch with Jan, Jason, Kevin, and Susan. No one really knew where they were or what they did. They hadn't seen them since graduation seven years ago.


Then there was Mimi. She was still alone, but she didn't let that bother her. Too much.


Mimi pulled her thoughts out of the past and headed for home. She cleaned her apartment and then called Belle.

"Hello?"

"Hey Belle it's me."

"Meems! I'm so glad you called. Your coming tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah don't worry I'll be there, but I'll have to leave early because your tyrant of a husband is making me work the graveyard shift."

Belle laughed, "I know you love it! You live for stuff like this Meems. Your such an action junkie."

Mimi snorted, "Yeah you know me. Listen, I have to go, but I'll be there. See ya."

"Ok, see ya at six. Bye bye."


Mimi fixed something to eat and decided to sleep until it was time to go to work. The alarm rang far to soon. Mimi rubbed her face pushed her hair back from her face. 'Now what to wear,' she thought. She opened her closet and started looking through the stuff she kept for undercover jobs. "Hmm.. Something trashy..."

~*~


Special Agent Jason Welles of the FBI drove his car into Salem's city limits. This was the first time he had been back in seven years. But he came back as a different person. He wasn't the troubled teen he had once been. Jason used to have a reputation for being the bad ass. The bully.


No one really ever understood him though. He wasn't mean, he had just been very angry. Angry at his parents, himself, the world. So when graduation had come, Jason had packed a bag, broke up with Jan and left his parents a note. He had moved to New York with his grandfather and went to school. He got his degree in law and joined the FBI. Something he had always wanted to be. Jason had been accepted and had been with the bureau for three years. He loved it. Jason Welles finally felt important. He felt needed.


Now he was back to the place where all his troubles had started. His parents had visited him often in New York, but this was the first time he had been back to Salem, and he was here to stay. Jason had put in for a transfer to the Salem branch of the FBI. He felt good about it too. A new start, and the first thing he was going to do was rekindle his old friendships. His mother had told him that Shawn worked at the P.D. now, so Jason headed there.

~*~


Mimi stood on the corner posing as a hooker named Lilly. She had been out there for two hours already and had only dirty old men approach her. They were booked for solicitation, but there was still no sign of anyone who fit the description of the killer that the Peoria P.D. had faxed over. Robinson pulled up in his car and leaned out the window. "Hey baby, how much?"

Mimi grinned and leaned on the window, "You know that statement can be taken as an offer of solicitation."

"Lt. Brady told me to come get you for your break. Furlong's going to take your spot in a little bit. If the perp's watching, we gotta make it look like your leaving with a customer."


Mimi opened the door and got in. They headed back to the station. She went straight for the bathroom. Standing on a corner for hours was harder than it looked. She had needed to pee for forever. After she was done she washed her hands and then studied herself in the mirror.

She had her short blonde wig on with heavy makeup. Lots of eyeliner. Her red dress was really low cut and really short. Her bra peeked out the top of the dress. She had on three inch spike heels. When she first started doing undercover jobs she had been reluctant to do the hooker bit. She thought that the men on the force would make jokes and harass her. It wasn't like that though. They saw her as a fellow officer. Just another brother in blue. They respected her for doing the job now matter what.

~*~


Jason walked into the squad room. It was basically empty except the people working the graveyard shift. It was around midnight. Two people sitting at a desk in the corner caught his eye. There was a hooker sitting on the desk talking to a detective who was sitting in a chair and seemingly enjoying himself.

Jason rolled his eyes, can't they ever keep these bimbos locked up? Everyone always had them out talking to them and flirting with them. Although this hooker was of better quality than most that he had seen and busted. She had on a short red dress that barely contained her. If she moved suddenly, she'd probably pop out of it. The hem was so short that Jason didn't think that if she stood up it wouldn't even cover her ass. She had short blonde hair and sexy spiked heels.


She was playing with a set of handcuffs that should of been on her wrists and laughing at whatever the detective had said. Then the guy said something she didn't hear, so she leaned down to hear it again and gave the guy an eyeful that he ogled happily. 'Alright, this has gone on long enough.' Jason walked over to them. The girl had her back to him so she didn't see him approach them.

~*~


Robinson was telling Mimi about what his five year old had gotten into this time and how his wife had threatened to sell the child. Mimi didn't hear the last part and leaned down. Hey, he was a male, he wasn't going to not look at something like that, which was practically shoved in his face.. Then he saw a very tall, blonde man walking stiffly towards them.


"Don't you think this woman should be in lock up, officer," Jason said stiffly.

Robinson glared at him, "That's detective, and no I don't."

Jason couldn't believe this guy, "Well I think that your girlfriend here belongs in behind bars, and that's where I'm going to put her."

Robinson snorted, "You just go ahead and try."


Mimi listen to the guys and wondered who this asshole was. Then it turned into an old fashioned pissing contest. She was really amused at Robinson's attitude and decided to see how far it would go. Then the guy grabbed her. Big mistake.


Jason grabbed the girl's arm in an attempt to take her back to the holding cells. Hell, he'd drag her if he had to. She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and whirled around. He looked vaguely familiar to her, but she didn't think about that. "Who the hell do you think you are!" She said indigently.

Jason couldn't believe that a prostitute was talking to him like this, "Who do I think I am?" Jason pulled out his badge and flashed it at her, "FBI, lady. Now your comin' with me."


Mimi frowned. He was FBI? What the hell was he doing in Salem and why was he in her P.D.? She jerked his badge out of his hand and read it. "Special Agent Jason Welles."

Mimi went cold all over. This was her arch enemy from her childhood. One that she hadn't seen in seven years and now he was trying to put her in one of the holding cells. It was almost funny, no it WAS funny. Mimi started laughing and she just couldn't stop.


Jason looked at her like she had suddenly grown another head. That hooker just took my badge, said my name, and started laughing. What the hell was going on. Jason looked at the other detective for help.

Robinson just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what the hell was up with Lockhart.

Jason was starting to get really pissed. He looked around the squad room for someone to help him. He spotted Shawn leaning against his office door frame, where he had been ever since Jason had walked through the door. "Shawn. Man, give me a hand here."

Shawn walked over to one of his oldest friends, who obviously didn't know who Mimi was. Hell, Shawn hardly knew who she was when she put on all that makeup.

"Why don't I introduce you two."

Jason rolled his eyes, "I don't want an introduction, man. I want you to help get her in jail."

Shawn scratched his chin, "Well, now you see I can't do that."

Jason looked at him incredulously, "Why the hell not. Your Lt. aren't you?"


Mimi watched all of this while trying not to laugh anymore. She couldn't believe Jason didn't know who she was. Well she could believe it, but it was just too funny to know who he was and know that he didn't know who she was.

Shawn grinned, "Agent Welles, I'd like you to meet Sergeant Miriam Lockhart."