Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The
Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse. Also I'm not done writing this story. Sorry!!
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 6 Dream
The Centre Miss Parkers Office 9:30 A.M
Walking into her office, the first thing she notices is a memo on her desk. Snatching in up, she quickly summarizes it. 'Damn, Lyle has a hit on Jarod and family.'
Going around her desk, she picks up her phone, when a light tapping on her door stops her. Seeing Sam standing there, Miss Parker raises a quizzing eyebrow.
"What."
"Miss Parker, I thought you should know that Lyle and company are going to be spending time in San Francisco in care of police custody." He hands her a fax, "This just come in by the San Francisco office. It looks like Jarod was prepared for Lyle this time."
Glancing over the fax, Miss Parker flinches at what she reads. "Well, it's a good thing that I wasn't with him."
"Oh, by the way, this came for you." Sam hands her a package, then leaves her office. Opening the package, Miss Parker finds herself staring at a bunch of 5x5 photos of Lyle and company.
Picking up the note she reads: Just incase you felt left out. Glancing at the handwriting she could tell it was the Major's.
A slow smile spreads on her lips.
The Centre Miss Parkers Office 5:45 P.M.
For the intercom buzzer, "Miss Parker there is a Detective Jones here to see you."
"What for?" questions Miss Parker. Her inefficient secretary informs her the detective will speak to no one but her, and that he's waiting in the lobby. "Sydney I will be right back." Getting up from behind her desk Miss Parker briskly walks to lobby. There she can see a uniform officer.
"Detective Jones I presume." Miss Parker gives him once over. He stares blankly back at her. "Miss Parker?" 'Man, oh, man is she beautiful, nice legs too.' Miss Parker notices the intense looking in his eyes; she cleared her throat.
"Yes I am Miss Parker. What do you want?" He took her arm, causing a little server to course through her. She looked at him readily and refuses to be pulled along. "I will repeat, what do you want?"
His expression was rueful as he released her arm. "Sorry I just wanted to tell you in private that your friend Mary Jackson passed away two days ago. You are her sole beneficiary, and being as such she has given you full ... "
Looking at her face he could tell that she was devastated, but she was keeping up a brave front. Taking her arm again he leads her to the closest chair.
"When?" she questions him. They stay for a few minutes. Miss Parker interrogates him. Upon answering all her question she leaps up out of the chair and stiffly walks away from him.
He gets up, tries to reach for her but he can't pass through the checkpoint. Security escorts the detective out.
The Centre Miss Parkers Office 6:45 P.M.
Tears erupt when she was safe the inside her office, she was still crying over an hour later. At the end of the second hour she was finally regaining some composer. She climbed off of the couch and dragged herself into the chair behind her desk.
Syd and Broots could hear her sobbing outside her office door. "Broots there was a police officer here to see her. Do you think if they found the body of Mr. Parker?"
Broots shook his head, "No, Syd apparently a very good friend of hers has just died."
Two hours later, Miss Parker walks out of her office. They see her eyes are bloodshot. She shakily hands both men a note. Unable to trust her voice, she continues to walk out of the Centre.
Russell Family Cabin 9:45 P.M.
Glancing at the clock on the mantel 'she would still be at work.' Picking up the telephone he dials her work number, 'she wont mind me calling her.'
The phones rings once, tensing up expecting to hear her hash trademark 'what' come over the line, the phone rings twice. 'Maybe she's not within easy reach.' The phone rings for a third time. 'She will answer before the fourth ring.' The phone keeps ringing.
"Ethan, what are you doing?" questions the Major. Ethan looks at the man who is his father with pleading eyes.
"Trying to reach my sister," he whispers. He sees his father shake his head. "Well at lest the line is secure, how is she?"
"I don't know she hasn't picked up her phone."
"What?" questions J.C. "She always picks up the phone by the first or second ring."
Jarod walks into the room, looks over at Ethan and smiles.
"I know but she is not answering," replies Ethan.
"Who is not answering?" probes Jarod.
"Miss Parker, she is not answering her phone." the group informs Jarod.
Jarod reaches over to Ethan for his cell, Ethan hands the phone over to Jarod. Looking at the number highlighted on his cell, Jarod disconnects the call. Hits the second speed dial number he has for her, her home number.
Snickering 'bet she thinks her new number is still unlisted.' The phone rings once, twice, a third time by now Jarod is growing concerned.
Then he tries her cell phone it's always on and within reach. Jarod dials the number he hears it ring once, twice, a third time, now Jarod's worry show on his face.
"Syd, he'll know where she is." he says with mustered confidence. He tries Sydney's cell phone it rings twice before the man answers.
"This is Sydney."
"Where is Miss Parker? She is not answering any of her phones."
"Well, that's because Miss Parker had to go away on an unexpected trip," answers Syd. 'Just how many phones did you try?'
"Unexpected trip?" demands the pretender, "What unexpected trip? There are no unexpected *trips* where the Centre is involved."
'My aren't we flustered.' Coughing Syd tries to hide his amusement; "She received some bad news today, a friend of her recently died so she took some time off. Broots checked into it, it's all-legit. Detective Jones is from the Blue Cove police force; her friend really did die in her sleep, the Centre had nothing to do with this."
"Oh, thanks for the info Syd, I'll pas it on to Ethan. He was really concerned when he couldn't reach his sister."
'And you weren't.'
************************************************************************ More to come!! Any questions? Sometimes things aren't what they appear and sometimes they are.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse. Also I'm not done writing this story. Sorry!!
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 6 Dream
The Centre Miss Parkers Office 9:30 A.M
Walking into her office, the first thing she notices is a memo on her desk. Snatching in up, she quickly summarizes it. 'Damn, Lyle has a hit on Jarod and family.'
Going around her desk, she picks up her phone, when a light tapping on her door stops her. Seeing Sam standing there, Miss Parker raises a quizzing eyebrow.
"What."
"Miss Parker, I thought you should know that Lyle and company are going to be spending time in San Francisco in care of police custody." He hands her a fax, "This just come in by the San Francisco office. It looks like Jarod was prepared for Lyle this time."
Glancing over the fax, Miss Parker flinches at what she reads. "Well, it's a good thing that I wasn't with him."
"Oh, by the way, this came for you." Sam hands her a package, then leaves her office. Opening the package, Miss Parker finds herself staring at a bunch of 5x5 photos of Lyle and company.
Picking up the note she reads: Just incase you felt left out. Glancing at the handwriting she could tell it was the Major's.
A slow smile spreads on her lips.
The Centre Miss Parkers Office 5:45 P.M.
For the intercom buzzer, "Miss Parker there is a Detective Jones here to see you."
"What for?" questions Miss Parker. Her inefficient secretary informs her the detective will speak to no one but her, and that he's waiting in the lobby. "Sydney I will be right back." Getting up from behind her desk Miss Parker briskly walks to lobby. There she can see a uniform officer.
"Detective Jones I presume." Miss Parker gives him once over. He stares blankly back at her. "Miss Parker?" 'Man, oh, man is she beautiful, nice legs too.' Miss Parker notices the intense looking in his eyes; she cleared her throat.
"Yes I am Miss Parker. What do you want?" He took her arm, causing a little server to course through her. She looked at him readily and refuses to be pulled along. "I will repeat, what do you want?"
His expression was rueful as he released her arm. "Sorry I just wanted to tell you in private that your friend Mary Jackson passed away two days ago. You are her sole beneficiary, and being as such she has given you full ... "
Looking at her face he could tell that she was devastated, but she was keeping up a brave front. Taking her arm again he leads her to the closest chair.
"When?" she questions him. They stay for a few minutes. Miss Parker interrogates him. Upon answering all her question she leaps up out of the chair and stiffly walks away from him.
He gets up, tries to reach for her but he can't pass through the checkpoint. Security escorts the detective out.
The Centre Miss Parkers Office 6:45 P.M.
Tears erupt when she was safe the inside her office, she was still crying over an hour later. At the end of the second hour she was finally regaining some composer. She climbed off of the couch and dragged herself into the chair behind her desk.
Syd and Broots could hear her sobbing outside her office door. "Broots there was a police officer here to see her. Do you think if they found the body of Mr. Parker?"
Broots shook his head, "No, Syd apparently a very good friend of hers has just died."
Two hours later, Miss Parker walks out of her office. They see her eyes are bloodshot. She shakily hands both men a note. Unable to trust her voice, she continues to walk out of the Centre.
Russell Family Cabin 9:45 P.M.
Glancing at the clock on the mantel 'she would still be at work.' Picking up the telephone he dials her work number, 'she wont mind me calling her.'
The phones rings once, tensing up expecting to hear her hash trademark 'what' come over the line, the phone rings twice. 'Maybe she's not within easy reach.' The phone rings for a third time. 'She will answer before the fourth ring.' The phone keeps ringing.
"Ethan, what are you doing?" questions the Major. Ethan looks at the man who is his father with pleading eyes.
"Trying to reach my sister," he whispers. He sees his father shake his head. "Well at lest the line is secure, how is she?"
"I don't know she hasn't picked up her phone."
"What?" questions J.C. "She always picks up the phone by the first or second ring."
Jarod walks into the room, looks over at Ethan and smiles.
"I know but she is not answering," replies Ethan.
"Who is not answering?" probes Jarod.
"Miss Parker, she is not answering her phone." the group informs Jarod.
Jarod reaches over to Ethan for his cell, Ethan hands the phone over to Jarod. Looking at the number highlighted on his cell, Jarod disconnects the call. Hits the second speed dial number he has for her, her home number.
Snickering 'bet she thinks her new number is still unlisted.' The phone rings once, twice, a third time by now Jarod is growing concerned.
Then he tries her cell phone it's always on and within reach. Jarod dials the number he hears it ring once, twice, a third time, now Jarod's worry show on his face.
"Syd, he'll know where she is." he says with mustered confidence. He tries Sydney's cell phone it rings twice before the man answers.
"This is Sydney."
"Where is Miss Parker? She is not answering any of her phones."
"Well, that's because Miss Parker had to go away on an unexpected trip," answers Syd. 'Just how many phones did you try?'
"Unexpected trip?" demands the pretender, "What unexpected trip? There are no unexpected *trips* where the Centre is involved."
'My aren't we flustered.' Coughing Syd tries to hide his amusement; "She received some bad news today, a friend of her recently died so she took some time off. Broots checked into it, it's all-legit. Detective Jones is from the Blue Cove police force; her friend really did die in her sleep, the Centre had nothing to do with this."
"Oh, thanks for the info Syd, I'll pas it on to Ethan. He was really concerned when he couldn't reach his sister."
'And you weren't.'
************************************************************************ More to come!! Any questions? Sometimes things aren't what they appear and sometimes they are.