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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.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 38 Dream[pic]
Buffalo International Airport 9:15 A.M.
Miss Parker, and Broots were walking towards the exist, when a flash of color caught her eye. 'What's he doing here?' She increases the pace heading straight to the town cars.
"Sam, drive Broots back to the hotel to pack, I have other things to do." She walks away from the men, Sam watches her disappear from view before complying with her order. He pulls the car out of the airport, wondering what his boss's other things to do could possibly be.
Walking around the airport Miss Parker found an outside café. She sat down in one of the outdoor tables, orders herself two drinks. After the waiter left she did a count down from twenty, at one he sat down.
"You're looking nice today," she comments.
"Thanks, hmm, Miss Parker," he stumbles over the words.
'For a genius you would think he would have planned this better.' She watches his facile expressions change, 'he's simming this' slowly she watches him become aware of where he is and who is next to.
"Miss Parker," the drinks that arrive cut him off. "How?"
At his confused expression, she just shakes her head. "Don't worry about it kid, now what do you want?"
"Well it has come to my attention that you have some information that concerns me?" he watches her face trying for all his worth to detect any change, but unlike his father Jason wasn't good at reading her. "More preciously on my mother."
"Really."
"Yes, you," her eyes widen "have a file concerning individuals on glow and I want that file, Miss Parker."
Schooling her face back to her famous Ice Queen look, she glares at Jason. She watches him cringed under she glare, "I have no such file nor if I did does it concern you," she snaps at him. He flinches.
"Please Miss Parker I just want to know my mother," he begs her "You have that information."
"And what information would that be?" she quietly asks him.
"She was one of the original test subjects of glow, you have that file."
"That file is long gone," she answers him "Who is your mother anyway?"
"She is Subject A 13509." He watches her flinch from his answer. "You know her."
Watching his face start to light up, "Knew her. She's dead." She watches his face start to crumble. She can tell he's close to tears, "How?" he chocks out. 'It's for your own good.'
"The Centre doesn't tolerate betrayers."
Getting up she walks away from him. She didn't need to look back she could see from the glass display that Major Charles and Jarod there comforting him. She could see Jarod watching her retreating form.
Buffalo International Airport 9:45 A.M.
Not able to take it any more Jason broke free of both his father and grandfather. He ran up a spiral staircase down and around a catwalk. He could hear them behind him somewhere. Tears were forming in his eyes, rubbing his hand over his eyes. Jason slows down but continues to walk.
Hearing a girl humming, Jason walks toward the sound. He rounds a corner and looks around. Standing in front of him was the elusive Catie. She was staring down at the ground below her. Turning her head she looks at him. Pointing her finger to the two women below she signals him to remain silent.
"They're talking about you?"
He walks up to her and sits down next to her. He doesn't try to touch her. Looking down he recognizes one of the women as Miss Parker and other he doesn't. He could see that Miss Parker was clearly upset.
"He was asking me about Sub A, can you believe that?"
Feeling the air shift around him, Jason sees both his father and grandfather sit on either side of him. All three men watch the exchange between the unknowing women. Catie yet again vanished into thin air.
"Jarod it's Miss Parker and Ms. Jones," whispers Major Charles.
"What did you tell him?" asked Ms. Jones.
Pacing back and forth, "That she's dead." Miss Parker gestures wildly.
The other woman just nods her head. "Do you think that's wise?" ponders Ms. Jones.
Miss Parker abruptly stops pacing, "I honestly don't know. What should I have told him? The seventy-two hours of torture."
Jason flinches at the thought of his mother being tortured. Jarod was almost grateful to her for trying to spare his son some pain. "That if only Hope hadn't.." The three men on the catwalk glance at each other. 'If Hope hadn't what?' was on their minds.
"What do you think possessed her to do that?" Each man starred at Miss Parker waiting for her response.
"I don't know, but when I die and go to hell. I'll ask." Jarod thought his heart would break from the pain he could hear in her voice, 'Angels don't belong in hell.'
Rapping her arms around her body, Miss parker asks "What brings you here?"
"Grim has decided to resurrect himself."
All around shock greeted that statement. "What!" Each man thought they spoke out loud, when it fact it was only Miss Parker who did. "Doesn't anyone in .. SON OF A BITCH."
"Does Jarod know about Grim?" Both his son and his father looked at him confused.
"Yes, Jarod was investigating several crimes, which lead him to Grim. SHIT." Jarod shrugs his shoulders the blank look on his face tells them he doesn't have a clue who Grim is.
"Yeah, I know. You're story depends on Grim remaining dead."
"How do you know its Grim?"
"The usual way the notebooks he leaves behind." Ms. Jones glances at her watch; "I missed him by five minutes."
"OH, my god Grim was here? Does Jarod know?"
"Does it look like it? Hello, the building is still standing." Ms. Jones gestures to the structure around them. Thinking hard Jarod comes up with only one name.
"Maybe I should just tell him?"
"How do you think he's going to react to the truth about Sub A?" Jarod watches Miss Parker pause then flinch her face went even paler then normal. "Look I'm off to New York City, you know how to get in touch with me."
"I guess so. There's my group, good luck."
"You chase yours. I'll chase mine. D.G.D."
"Back at ya, Bitch." The two women walk away from each other. Waiting to make sure that they're gone Jarod finds his voice "It looks like we're going to New York. I know who Grim is."
************************************************************* Still not done writing this. Dream
Any guess on: Who's Grim?
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.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 38 Dream[pic]
Buffalo International Airport 9:15 A.M.
Miss Parker, and Broots were walking towards the exist, when a flash of color caught her eye. 'What's he doing here?' She increases the pace heading straight to the town cars.
"Sam, drive Broots back to the hotel to pack, I have other things to do." She walks away from the men, Sam watches her disappear from view before complying with her order. He pulls the car out of the airport, wondering what his boss's other things to do could possibly be.
Walking around the airport Miss Parker found an outside café. She sat down in one of the outdoor tables, orders herself two drinks. After the waiter left she did a count down from twenty, at one he sat down.
"You're looking nice today," she comments.
"Thanks, hmm, Miss Parker," he stumbles over the words.
'For a genius you would think he would have planned this better.' She watches his facile expressions change, 'he's simming this' slowly she watches him become aware of where he is and who is next to.
"Miss Parker," the drinks that arrive cut him off. "How?"
At his confused expression, she just shakes her head. "Don't worry about it kid, now what do you want?"
"Well it has come to my attention that you have some information that concerns me?" he watches her face trying for all his worth to detect any change, but unlike his father Jason wasn't good at reading her. "More preciously on my mother."
"Really."
"Yes, you," her eyes widen "have a file concerning individuals on glow and I want that file, Miss Parker."
Schooling her face back to her famous Ice Queen look, she glares at Jason. She watches him cringed under she glare, "I have no such file nor if I did does it concern you," she snaps at him. He flinches.
"Please Miss Parker I just want to know my mother," he begs her "You have that information."
"And what information would that be?" she quietly asks him.
"She was one of the original test subjects of glow, you have that file."
"That file is long gone," she answers him "Who is your mother anyway?"
"She is Subject A 13509." He watches her flinch from his answer. "You know her."
Watching his face start to light up, "Knew her. She's dead." She watches his face start to crumble. She can tell he's close to tears, "How?" he chocks out. 'It's for your own good.'
"The Centre doesn't tolerate betrayers."
Getting up she walks away from him. She didn't need to look back she could see from the glass display that Major Charles and Jarod there comforting him. She could see Jarod watching her retreating form.
Buffalo International Airport 9:45 A.M.
Not able to take it any more Jason broke free of both his father and grandfather. He ran up a spiral staircase down and around a catwalk. He could hear them behind him somewhere. Tears were forming in his eyes, rubbing his hand over his eyes. Jason slows down but continues to walk.
Hearing a girl humming, Jason walks toward the sound. He rounds a corner and looks around. Standing in front of him was the elusive Catie. She was staring down at the ground below her. Turning her head she looks at him. Pointing her finger to the two women below she signals him to remain silent.
"They're talking about you?"
He walks up to her and sits down next to her. He doesn't try to touch her. Looking down he recognizes one of the women as Miss Parker and other he doesn't. He could see that Miss Parker was clearly upset.
"He was asking me about Sub A, can you believe that?"
Feeling the air shift around him, Jason sees both his father and grandfather sit on either side of him. All three men watch the exchange between the unknowing women. Catie yet again vanished into thin air.
"Jarod it's Miss Parker and Ms. Jones," whispers Major Charles.
"What did you tell him?" asked Ms. Jones.
Pacing back and forth, "That she's dead." Miss Parker gestures wildly.
The other woman just nods her head. "Do you think that's wise?" ponders Ms. Jones.
Miss Parker abruptly stops pacing, "I honestly don't know. What should I have told him? The seventy-two hours of torture."
Jason flinches at the thought of his mother being tortured. Jarod was almost grateful to her for trying to spare his son some pain. "That if only Hope hadn't.." The three men on the catwalk glance at each other. 'If Hope hadn't what?' was on their minds.
"What do you think possessed her to do that?" Each man starred at Miss Parker waiting for her response.
"I don't know, but when I die and go to hell. I'll ask." Jarod thought his heart would break from the pain he could hear in her voice, 'Angels don't belong in hell.'
Rapping her arms around her body, Miss parker asks "What brings you here?"
"Grim has decided to resurrect himself."
All around shock greeted that statement. "What!" Each man thought they spoke out loud, when it fact it was only Miss Parker who did. "Doesn't anyone in .. SON OF A BITCH."
"Does Jarod know about Grim?" Both his son and his father looked at him confused.
"Yes, Jarod was investigating several crimes, which lead him to Grim. SHIT." Jarod shrugs his shoulders the blank look on his face tells them he doesn't have a clue who Grim is.
"Yeah, I know. You're story depends on Grim remaining dead."
"How do you know its Grim?"
"The usual way the notebooks he leaves behind." Ms. Jones glances at her watch; "I missed him by five minutes."
"OH, my god Grim was here? Does Jarod know?"
"Does it look like it? Hello, the building is still standing." Ms. Jones gestures to the structure around them. Thinking hard Jarod comes up with only one name.
"Maybe I should just tell him?"
"How do you think he's going to react to the truth about Sub A?" Jarod watches Miss Parker pause then flinch her face went even paler then normal. "Look I'm off to New York City, you know how to get in touch with me."
"I guess so. There's my group, good luck."
"You chase yours. I'll chase mine. D.G.D."
"Back at ya, Bitch." The two women walk away from each other. Waiting to make sure that they're gone Jarod finds his voice "It looks like we're going to New York. I know who Grim is."
************************************************************* Still not done writing this. Dream
Any guess on: Who's Grim?