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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 40 Dream[pic]
New York City Kennedy Airport 12:30 P.M
----Ring----
"Speak!"
"You'll never guess who showed up at Faith's place today."
"Well, let's see if you're in a better mood, I would have to say Jarod," muses Ms. Jones "So what did the asshole want this time?"
"Nothing."
"Really, no sob story," she pauses "No whining like a brat?" Ms could hear Parker's laugher over the phone "What did you do?"
"I kind of let on that gave me a disease." Jones laughed, "Love it. So what did dumb-dumb have to say about that?"
"Nothing, he just walked away."
"What an ass." Jones pass throw the airport and heads outside signaling for a taxi "next time drill that point home." Getting into the taxi "Go to east 57th and Broadway" she slams the door closed. "I don't know where Grim got this stupid idea to come to this city."
"Maybe to re-live the past."
"Yeah, right he would have to grow a memory first."
"Late breaking news, this is Don Postals at WKRP. FBI agents are on the scene, a man has kidnapped ex-FBI agent Eddie.."
"Watch it!" Ms. Jones snaps loudly at the driver.
"There is evidence connecting the boy's kidnapping with the serial killing this past summer"
"Never mind, I know why he come to this city. So what are you planning to do the rest of day?"
"Hmm, play mind games with Syd."
"Have fun." Snapping the cell closed, the taxi pulls up to east 57th and Broadway, Ms. Jones pulls put two twenties and pays the man. Shaking her head she walked down the street.
The Bronx New York City 12:45 P.M.
Glancing out the widow, he spies the FBI squiring around. 'Run, little ants. You're not the one I want.' He hears the kid in the background snuffling a cry.
"Ah, poor baby. Did daddy teacher you to whine like that? HUH, your dad was the biggest wuss I ever meet." He starts in on the kid walking toward him. "No one knows or cares where you are."
He turns back to the window, that when he sees her. Her bottled red hair stands out in the crowd. 'God, what could genius have seen in that?' He watches Agent Burke walk around as if she was queen. He sees her stop to talk to a woman dressed from head to toe in black. 'My what a pretty little thing what to call ya, hmmmm, Morticia.' He walks back to the kid.
The Bronx New York City 12:40 P.M.
Walking down the street Ms. Jones notices that it's covered with FBI agents. Surveying the scene Ms. Jones tries to leave, when an FBI agent holding a picture stops her. "Do you recognize this man?" the woman demands waving the picture around.
"Maybe if you let me look at it," Ms. Jones snaps at her grabbing the picture out of her hands. Running her hands over it, 'Alex' bending her head, she glances around her 'I know you're around, I can feel you.' Spotting him out of the corner of her eye, she smirks at the FBI agent "No."
Handing back the picture Ms. Jones turns and starts to walk away her she feels a hand grabbing her arm. With fingers biting into her flesh, Ms. Jones whirls about jerking her arm lose at the same time catching the FBI agent off guard. The agent falls hard to the ground.
"What!" she snaps, "I said I didn't know him." Ms. Jones glares down at the woman, the processed to leave. 'What an idiot.' Hearing a motorbike patrolling by, Ms. Jones glances up in time to see Grim ride by. 'Damn.'
*********************************************** I didn't like Rachel either. Dream
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 40 Dream[pic]
New York City Kennedy Airport 12:30 P.M
----Ring----
"Speak!"
"You'll never guess who showed up at Faith's place today."
"Well, let's see if you're in a better mood, I would have to say Jarod," muses Ms. Jones "So what did the asshole want this time?"
"Nothing."
"Really, no sob story," she pauses "No whining like a brat?" Ms could hear Parker's laugher over the phone "What did you do?"
"I kind of let on that gave me a disease." Jones laughed, "Love it. So what did dumb-dumb have to say about that?"
"Nothing, he just walked away."
"What an ass." Jones pass throw the airport and heads outside signaling for a taxi "next time drill that point home." Getting into the taxi "Go to east 57th and Broadway" she slams the door closed. "I don't know where Grim got this stupid idea to come to this city."
"Maybe to re-live the past."
"Yeah, right he would have to grow a memory first."
"Late breaking news, this is Don Postals at WKRP. FBI agents are on the scene, a man has kidnapped ex-FBI agent Eddie.."
"Watch it!" Ms. Jones snaps loudly at the driver.
"There is evidence connecting the boy's kidnapping with the serial killing this past summer"
"Never mind, I know why he come to this city. So what are you planning to do the rest of day?"
"Hmm, play mind games with Syd."
"Have fun." Snapping the cell closed, the taxi pulls up to east 57th and Broadway, Ms. Jones pulls put two twenties and pays the man. Shaking her head she walked down the street.
The Bronx New York City 12:45 P.M.
Glancing out the widow, he spies the FBI squiring around. 'Run, little ants. You're not the one I want.' He hears the kid in the background snuffling a cry.
"Ah, poor baby. Did daddy teacher you to whine like that? HUH, your dad was the biggest wuss I ever meet." He starts in on the kid walking toward him. "No one knows or cares where you are."
He turns back to the window, that when he sees her. Her bottled red hair stands out in the crowd. 'God, what could genius have seen in that?' He watches Agent Burke walk around as if she was queen. He sees her stop to talk to a woman dressed from head to toe in black. 'My what a pretty little thing what to call ya, hmmmm, Morticia.' He walks back to the kid.
The Bronx New York City 12:40 P.M.
Walking down the street Ms. Jones notices that it's covered with FBI agents. Surveying the scene Ms. Jones tries to leave, when an FBI agent holding a picture stops her. "Do you recognize this man?" the woman demands waving the picture around.
"Maybe if you let me look at it," Ms. Jones snaps at her grabbing the picture out of her hands. Running her hands over it, 'Alex' bending her head, she glances around her 'I know you're around, I can feel you.' Spotting him out of the corner of her eye, she smirks at the FBI agent "No."
Handing back the picture Ms. Jones turns and starts to walk away her she feels a hand grabbing her arm. With fingers biting into her flesh, Ms. Jones whirls about jerking her arm lose at the same time catching the FBI agent off guard. The agent falls hard to the ground.
"What!" she snaps, "I said I didn't know him." Ms. Jones glares down at the woman, the processed to leave. 'What an idiot.' Hearing a motorbike patrolling by, Ms. Jones glances up in time to see Grim ride by. 'Damn.'
*********************************************** I didn't like Rachel either. Dream