Had a great day, felt like writing!
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 46
Dream
Marriott New York City 8:30 P.M.
Sitting impatiently, Ms. Jones starts to tap her fingers, 'come on already!' she stares at the door, her eyes used to the darkness of the room. Minutes tick by, just when she had enough the tall tell scraping of the doorknob informs her that Grim is trying to jimmy his way into the room.
When the door opened light from the hallway spilled into the dark room, "Shit," Grim whispers 'don't want to wake her, but I have to know.' Entering the room slowly, he walks even slower coming closer and closer to Ms. Jones little trap. 'Glue me to the floor, I don' think so.'
The room was eerily quite. THUMP, "SHIT" growls Grim 'it's a trap.' Grim tripped over the low level stool Ms. Jones placed statically the middle of the walkway. 'Serves you right.'
Flicking on the lamp to her right, causes Grim to flinch from the sudden light, "Well, look what the cat has dragged in." Standing up she point her berretta at him, sniffing the air, "God Grim when was the last time you took a shower? I'm shocked that Alex didn't smell you." Scrunching up her face and making sure she was out of his reach, "Damn you reek. Stand up Grim." 'I don't smell that bad.'
Doing as she orders he slowly stands up, putting his hands into the air "Is this about the hotel because if it is I'm sorry." Shaking her head, she looks him up and down. 'Please don't take me back there.'
"Good boy, I see you can take orders." She hisses at him, watching him flinch she smirks "Now strip."
"What!" 'She has to be kidding!'
"You heard me, strip!" She watches him become uncomfortable and smirks even more. "Fine, go into the bathroom and strip," he slowly goes over to the bathroom his hand on the door "Oh, Grim leave the knife out here. I don' like surprises."
He pulls the knife out from behind his back, and places it on the end table, then goes into the bathroom. 'Damn how did she know about the knife? What the hell am I going to do?'
"Strip Grim, it means take off cloths." She waits from him to start, "Then toss them out here." She waits a few moments "Do you need help in there, because if you do I have a few sweepers who can assist you?"
The door creaks open he tosses out his shirt, under shirt. His sneakers come out like missiles that miss her, then socks. "Let's see we're missing pants and underwear? My offer for help is still open."
Next his pants then his underwear, 'good I hope your sweating you little head off' picking up all of Grim's discarded cloths she waits 'it's like pulling teeth' she bunches them up.
"Grim I'm waiting!" hearing movements in the bathroom she can hear him winning a little 'ok I think you've had enough' she goes next to the door she snaps her fingers, "Shower Grim, NOW. And don't spear the soap."
Hearing the shower start she waits until she hears him in the shower. Picking up the telephone she rings the front desk "Yes, I need to order two double cheeseburgers, two large order of fries and a two liter of Pepsi, plus have someone come up to the room and pick up some cloths that I need burned. Yes that's right burned. Yes, thank you."
Ten minutes later a hotel bellman knocks on the door, she hands him Grim's cloths. The bellman informs her that her meal will be ready in another ten minutes. Thanking the man, Ms. Jones returns her attention to the man in the shower. 'He's been in there long enough.' Pounding on the door "You have five more minutes, Grim then I want you out here."
Exactly five minutes later Grim comes out of the shower, the first thing he notices in his knife was no longer on the end table, 'damn.' Holding tighter to the towel about his waist Grim looks around the room, he notices her sitting in the same chair as before.
"The bags over there Grim are for you?" Following with his eyes where she was pointing, he spies three bags full of cloths, 'how did she know?' Walking over to the bags he takes a look, in one bag was socks all white and black silk underwear, another bag held three pairs of pants, the last bag held five different tops.
Reaching in, Grim extracts one pair of socks, some underwear, a top and a pair of pants. Turning he starts to walk back to the bathroom when he hears her, "No, Grim you'll put those on out here."
---Ring ----
"Speak" he hears her bark.
"Parker, what now?" Grim watches Jones turn her face away from him. He hurriedly tries to dress while she's on the phone.
"Paris?" He hears the tension in her voice, "So we're on to the next level."
"Yes," she laughs.
"No, Tracer is on it," he watches her face change, "No he's right in front of me." Glancing at her he finds her looking directly at him, "Of course they don't know, if they know do you really think we would have gotten this far?"
"Ok" she hangs up as there is a knock on the door, getting up she goes to the door, lets in the bellman. He rolls a trolley in. She tips him as he leaves. "Thought you would be hungry, so I ordered us some food." Reaching back she pulls her hair loose, if falls like a long black curtain around her face. "Eat up."
Looking at her, 'she looks familiar some how.' He watches her the rest of the evening, gets this weird feeling, he starts to study her. He notices how green her eyes were, how she licked her fingers after eating.
---Ring---
"Speak" he watches her face get this tense look, "I am dead damn serious I don't want you anywhere near this." She gets up and starts to pace the room. 'Dead damn serious' rings in Grim's head, 'dead damn serious.'
Staring at her, he starts to place her in his memory it comes slowly. A girl staring at him, smiling at him, was hugging him, kissing him "Maggie?" he asks as he reaches out to her.
************** Well? If you want me to write about something you have to e-mail. I love e-mail.
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 46
Dream
Marriott New York City 8:30 P.M.
Sitting impatiently, Ms. Jones starts to tap her fingers, 'come on already!' she stares at the door, her eyes used to the darkness of the room. Minutes tick by, just when she had enough the tall tell scraping of the doorknob informs her that Grim is trying to jimmy his way into the room.
When the door opened light from the hallway spilled into the dark room, "Shit," Grim whispers 'don't want to wake her, but I have to know.' Entering the room slowly, he walks even slower coming closer and closer to Ms. Jones little trap. 'Glue me to the floor, I don' think so.'
The room was eerily quite. THUMP, "SHIT" growls Grim 'it's a trap.' Grim tripped over the low level stool Ms. Jones placed statically the middle of the walkway. 'Serves you right.'
Flicking on the lamp to her right, causes Grim to flinch from the sudden light, "Well, look what the cat has dragged in." Standing up she point her berretta at him, sniffing the air, "God Grim when was the last time you took a shower? I'm shocked that Alex didn't smell you." Scrunching up her face and making sure she was out of his reach, "Damn you reek. Stand up Grim." 'I don't smell that bad.'
Doing as she orders he slowly stands up, putting his hands into the air "Is this about the hotel because if it is I'm sorry." Shaking her head, she looks him up and down. 'Please don't take me back there.'
"Good boy, I see you can take orders." She hisses at him, watching him flinch she smirks "Now strip."
"What!" 'She has to be kidding!'
"You heard me, strip!" She watches him become uncomfortable and smirks even more. "Fine, go into the bathroom and strip," he slowly goes over to the bathroom his hand on the door "Oh, Grim leave the knife out here. I don' like surprises."
He pulls the knife out from behind his back, and places it on the end table, then goes into the bathroom. 'Damn how did she know about the knife? What the hell am I going to do?'
"Strip Grim, it means take off cloths." She waits from him to start, "Then toss them out here." She waits a few moments "Do you need help in there, because if you do I have a few sweepers who can assist you?"
The door creaks open he tosses out his shirt, under shirt. His sneakers come out like missiles that miss her, then socks. "Let's see we're missing pants and underwear? My offer for help is still open."
Next his pants then his underwear, 'good I hope your sweating you little head off' picking up all of Grim's discarded cloths she waits 'it's like pulling teeth' she bunches them up.
"Grim I'm waiting!" hearing movements in the bathroom she can hear him winning a little 'ok I think you've had enough' she goes next to the door she snaps her fingers, "Shower Grim, NOW. And don't spear the soap."
Hearing the shower start she waits until she hears him in the shower. Picking up the telephone she rings the front desk "Yes, I need to order two double cheeseburgers, two large order of fries and a two liter of Pepsi, plus have someone come up to the room and pick up some cloths that I need burned. Yes that's right burned. Yes, thank you."
Ten minutes later a hotel bellman knocks on the door, she hands him Grim's cloths. The bellman informs her that her meal will be ready in another ten minutes. Thanking the man, Ms. Jones returns her attention to the man in the shower. 'He's been in there long enough.' Pounding on the door "You have five more minutes, Grim then I want you out here."
Exactly five minutes later Grim comes out of the shower, the first thing he notices in his knife was no longer on the end table, 'damn.' Holding tighter to the towel about his waist Grim looks around the room, he notices her sitting in the same chair as before.
"The bags over there Grim are for you?" Following with his eyes where she was pointing, he spies three bags full of cloths, 'how did she know?' Walking over to the bags he takes a look, in one bag was socks all white and black silk underwear, another bag held three pairs of pants, the last bag held five different tops.
Reaching in, Grim extracts one pair of socks, some underwear, a top and a pair of pants. Turning he starts to walk back to the bathroom when he hears her, "No, Grim you'll put those on out here."
---Ring ----
"Speak" he hears her bark.
"Parker, what now?" Grim watches Jones turn her face away from him. He hurriedly tries to dress while she's on the phone.
"Paris?" He hears the tension in her voice, "So we're on to the next level."
"Yes," she laughs.
"No, Tracer is on it," he watches her face change, "No he's right in front of me." Glancing at her he finds her looking directly at him, "Of course they don't know, if they know do you really think we would have gotten this far?"
"Ok" she hangs up as there is a knock on the door, getting up she goes to the door, lets in the bellman. He rolls a trolley in. She tips him as he leaves. "Thought you would be hungry, so I ordered us some food." Reaching back she pulls her hair loose, if falls like a long black curtain around her face. "Eat up."
Looking at her, 'she looks familiar some how.' He watches her the rest of the evening, gets this weird feeling, he starts to study her. He notices how green her eyes were, how she licked her fingers after eating.
---Ring---
"Speak" he watches her face get this tense look, "I am dead damn serious I don't want you anywhere near this." She gets up and starts to pace the room. 'Dead damn serious' rings in Grim's head, 'dead damn serious.'
Staring at her, he starts to place her in his memory it comes slowly. A girl staring at him, smiling at him, was hugging him, kissing him "Maggie?" he asks as he reaches out to her.
************** Well? If you want me to write about something you have to e-mail. I love e-mail.
Dream