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Where my pretty one lies.. Part 47
Dream
The Tower Centre 10:30 P.M.
Glowering in his office Raines, stares at the phone willing it to ring. 'Damn it, call me.' Tapping his fingers impatiently, Raines waits. The tower doors open and in walks Mr. Lyle and Zoe. Looking and smelling them he could tell the just finished having sex.
"Well, how was your night?" wheeze Raines.
"It was adventurous," purrs Zoe clinging to Lyle.
"Any word?" questions Lyle as he and Zoe sit down on the couch. Shaking his head Raines tells them no. A knock on the door let's the group know that Willie has entered the office.
"Sir, this has just come for you," handing Raines the envelope, "It's from the triumvirate." Ripping it open Raines pales a little his fingers start to shake. "Sir, are you all right?"
"Yes, Willie I'm fine," dismisses Raines, "Lyle, you're to take the corporate jet and join your sister in New York, take Zoe with you." The couple leaves the tower as the phone rings.
"Hello, my brother," says Raines.
"Well, what's going on," demands Mr. Parker.
"The baby died," states Raines, "and it seems that a certain missing person was spotted over in Paris."
"Good, to the missing person. As to the baby, once we have Jarod back who cares. We'll just create more, this time we'll put together the last remaining red files."
"It's about time," wheezes Raines, "I don't understand father extreme reluctance to do it."
"All I know is that when he did put two red files together, the female created so much trouble he ordered her death. But in her defense she created two super pretenders. He said he lost one in the end, the other was placed into a project."
"Did you ever find out which project?" asks Raines, "Is she really dead?"
"No, never knew which project," sighs Mr. Parker, "as to the female, dad ordered her death with his last breath, her name was Hope."
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 9 P.M.
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.
"What? Oh, look who's finally decided to grow a memory!" snaps Ms. Jones as she swats his hand away. Jumping up he grabs her waste and pulls her across his lap. "Damn it Grim let me go!" she hisses at him as she struggles to get out of his grasp.
"You know that only turns me on," he informs her, "and I think we can dispense with the Grim nonsense."
"Oh, really," hisses Ms. Jones, "Let me guess, you decide hmm?"
New York 1230 pm
"Hot off the presses" muttered Miss Parker. 'Great, just great wonder-boy is at it again, how am I going to explain this to the Centre much less. No, don't go there. Damn it, why can't he ever take a vacation.'
The incessant ringing of her phone her back to the present, "What?"
"Well, Miss Parker as I can hear you have not learned any phone manners."
Speaking softly, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you." Miss Parker turns away from both Sydney and Broots making sure that they couldn't hear what she was saying. "Shit! Grim, how?" asks Miss Parker.
"Now if I told you that .." Smirks Grim.
"Why the hell are you calling me?" demands Miss Parker.
"Because you have trouble coming your way," he informs her, "and we need to meet."
"Where?" she demands, he answers her questions as he hears.
"Miss Parker, if that's Raines or Lyle, tell him it's not your fault the weather was rotten and the we had to diverted to another airport to land."
"I'll leave you to it." Grim hangs up.
Glancing around, she barely notices what she says "Call me on my cell when you have the name of the hotel and I will join you there." Miss Parker turns, hails a cab and quickly jumps into it.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 1:30 pm
Broots just finished setting up his computer, when the suite phone rung. Glancing around he knew that he was alone in the room. Picking up the phone, "Hello," he mutters.
"Mr. Broots,"
"Jarod," sighs Broots, "what can I do for you today?" He could hear others in the background, 'he must have me on speaker phone.'
"Well I need your expertise," says Jarod, "Alex is back. He is going by the name of Grim. We need to get to him before Ms. Jones does."
"Ah, Jarod," stutters Broots, "Alex is dead."
"No he's not, that's what I'm trying to tell you," states Jarod.
"Yes, he is. Jarod Alex was sent back to the Centre looking at him I'd say in the person who did that was any angrier he would have shown up at the Centre without his head."
"Oh, I get it!" shouts Emily.
"Get what?" questions Broots and Jarod together.
"The riddle, 'It's not ghost, because ghost is dead sent back to hell, almost without his head.' He was talking about Alex," explains Emily.
"What was the whole poem?" questions Jarod.
Jason recites it word for word:
"Listen not with your ears and believe not your eyes for often the truth lies. What you seek the most you shall not find for mothers are one a kind." Jarod starts to interrupt, but holds off.
"Ask your father for he too knows the pain of seeking what he can't find for too soon what is lost shall be found. Beware others are around." Major Charles shakes his head as he stares at the burnt up computer in the trash.
"I must warn you: if you don't hurry you'll be late, for Grim's re- appearance has set the date. If you don't know who Grim is ask your father. For he should know if he does not, it's no bother. It's not ghost, because ghost is dead sent back to hell, almost without his head. As to Icky ponder this: You are one while he is two."
"Well, at lest we know one part," mutters Jarod, Broots laughs. "What is so amusing Mr. Broots?"
"Kids. 'Listen not with your ears and believe not your eyes for often the truth lies.' That's a poem I bet Junior sent it to you." says Broots.
"We know that Broots," grumbles Major Charles.
"What makes you say that Broots?" questions Emily.
"Well it's a poem," says Broots, "that Miss Parker has hanging on her bedroom wall. Debbie told me." Jason and Emily glance at each other.
"Any ideas as to the rest of the riddle Broots?" asks Major Charles.
"Well, I don't know who Icky is, but I have a feeling that something is on a time frame and time is almost up."
"Thanks Mr. Broots," says Jarod as he hangs up.
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 1 PM
Walking into the room Miss Parker could see Ms. had re arranged the furniture to set a trap. "Well, Grim let's make this quick."
"Miss Parker, first I want to say thank you," seeing her eyebrow rise, "for everything. I remember a lot now. I remember my beautiful wife Maggie, and I remember if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be standing here today."
"Cut the niceties out Grim, it doesn't suit you," snaps Miss Parker looking around the suite for Ms. Jones, "Where's Ms?"
"She went shopping for some combat gear, you're going to need it," he says as he pulls a file put, "Lyle and Zoe are on their way here. And they know about your little present coming."
"Ok, I'll be back later. Have Ms meet me there," says Miss Parker as she leaves.
"Oh, Miss Parker, by the way how is your son?" questions Grim. Seeing her blank look cross her face 'oh, no I'm not falling for that one.'
"You know, Michael?"
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 430pm
Miss Parker looks over the suite Broots arrange for them to stay into. 'Well at lest it's spacious. I haven't been this high up in a hotel since Jarod pulled that fake fire alarm at 2:30 in the morning.' Walking around she notices a burnt out computer, 'Broots must have had one hell of a chat.'
Miss Parker walks out of her bedroom into the adjoining room. 'Wow, suite is amazing. With five bedrooms, three bathrooms and a common room with a view that kills. Why did Broots book this room? It's not likely we'll have company.'
Broots observes Miss Parker from his laptop. 'Thank God, Debbie is in France with her French class, even if she is with Junior. She looks so beautiful, so sad.'
Miss Parker is standing in front of the window staring off into space. Getting up from the small desk that was located in the corner of the hotel suite, he slowly approaches her, standing nervously by her side for a moment until she finally blinks and glances at him.
"Are you all right, Miss Parker?" he softly asks.
"No," Miss Parker replied, honestly. "I'm not." Turning she walks toward the door, not looking back as she walked out. Passing Sydney in the hall, he watches Miss Parkers receding back until she enters the elevator, before entering the suite.
"Syd, I am worried about Miss Parker."
"Broots did she say anything?"
"Only that she is not alright."
"But she never admits.."
"Yeah, I know."
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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 47
Dream
The Tower Centre 10:30 P.M.
Glowering in his office Raines, stares at the phone willing it to ring. 'Damn it, call me.' Tapping his fingers impatiently, Raines waits. The tower doors open and in walks Mr. Lyle and Zoe. Looking and smelling them he could tell the just finished having sex.
"Well, how was your night?" wheeze Raines.
"It was adventurous," purrs Zoe clinging to Lyle.
"Any word?" questions Lyle as he and Zoe sit down on the couch. Shaking his head Raines tells them no. A knock on the door let's the group know that Willie has entered the office.
"Sir, this has just come for you," handing Raines the envelope, "It's from the triumvirate." Ripping it open Raines pales a little his fingers start to shake. "Sir, are you all right?"
"Yes, Willie I'm fine," dismisses Raines, "Lyle, you're to take the corporate jet and join your sister in New York, take Zoe with you." The couple leaves the tower as the phone rings.
"Hello, my brother," says Raines.
"Well, what's going on," demands Mr. Parker.
"The baby died," states Raines, "and it seems that a certain missing person was spotted over in Paris."
"Good, to the missing person. As to the baby, once we have Jarod back who cares. We'll just create more, this time we'll put together the last remaining red files."
"It's about time," wheezes Raines, "I don't understand father extreme reluctance to do it."
"All I know is that when he did put two red files together, the female created so much trouble he ordered her death. But in her defense she created two super pretenders. He said he lost one in the end, the other was placed into a project."
"Did you ever find out which project?" asks Raines, "Is she really dead?"
"No, never knew which project," sighs Mr. Parker, "as to the female, dad ordered her death with his last breath, her name was Hope."
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 9 P.M.
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.
"What? Oh, look who's finally decided to grow a memory!" snaps Ms. Jones as she swats his hand away. Jumping up he grabs her waste and pulls her across his lap. "Damn it Grim let me go!" she hisses at him as she struggles to get out of his grasp.
"You know that only turns me on," he informs her, "and I think we can dispense with the Grim nonsense."
"Oh, really," hisses Ms. Jones, "Let me guess, you decide hmm?"
New York 1230 pm
"Hot off the presses" muttered Miss Parker. 'Great, just great wonder-boy is at it again, how am I going to explain this to the Centre much less. No, don't go there. Damn it, why can't he ever take a vacation.'
The incessant ringing of her phone her back to the present, "What?"
"Well, Miss Parker as I can hear you have not learned any phone manners."
Speaking softly, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you." Miss Parker turns away from both Sydney and Broots making sure that they couldn't hear what she was saying. "Shit! Grim, how?" asks Miss Parker.
"Now if I told you that .." Smirks Grim.
"Why the hell are you calling me?" demands Miss Parker.
"Because you have trouble coming your way," he informs her, "and we need to meet."
"Where?" she demands, he answers her questions as he hears.
"Miss Parker, if that's Raines or Lyle, tell him it's not your fault the weather was rotten and the we had to diverted to another airport to land."
"I'll leave you to it." Grim hangs up.
Glancing around, she barely notices what she says "Call me on my cell when you have the name of the hotel and I will join you there." Miss Parker turns, hails a cab and quickly jumps into it.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 1:30 pm
Broots just finished setting up his computer, when the suite phone rung. Glancing around he knew that he was alone in the room. Picking up the phone, "Hello," he mutters.
"Mr. Broots,"
"Jarod," sighs Broots, "what can I do for you today?" He could hear others in the background, 'he must have me on speaker phone.'
"Well I need your expertise," says Jarod, "Alex is back. He is going by the name of Grim. We need to get to him before Ms. Jones does."
"Ah, Jarod," stutters Broots, "Alex is dead."
"No he's not, that's what I'm trying to tell you," states Jarod.
"Yes, he is. Jarod Alex was sent back to the Centre looking at him I'd say in the person who did that was any angrier he would have shown up at the Centre without his head."
"Oh, I get it!" shouts Emily.
"Get what?" questions Broots and Jarod together.
"The riddle, 'It's not ghost, because ghost is dead sent back to hell, almost without his head.' He was talking about Alex," explains Emily.
"What was the whole poem?" questions Jarod.
Jason recites it word for word:
"Listen not with your ears and believe not your eyes for often the truth lies. What you seek the most you shall not find for mothers are one a kind." Jarod starts to interrupt, but holds off.
"Ask your father for he too knows the pain of seeking what he can't find for too soon what is lost shall be found. Beware others are around." Major Charles shakes his head as he stares at the burnt up computer in the trash.
"I must warn you: if you don't hurry you'll be late, for Grim's re- appearance has set the date. If you don't know who Grim is ask your father. For he should know if he does not, it's no bother. It's not ghost, because ghost is dead sent back to hell, almost without his head. As to Icky ponder this: You are one while he is two."
"Well, at lest we know one part," mutters Jarod, Broots laughs. "What is so amusing Mr. Broots?"
"Kids. 'Listen not with your ears and believe not your eyes for often the truth lies.' That's a poem I bet Junior sent it to you." says Broots.
"We know that Broots," grumbles Major Charles.
"What makes you say that Broots?" questions Emily.
"Well it's a poem," says Broots, "that Miss Parker has hanging on her bedroom wall. Debbie told me." Jason and Emily glance at each other.
"Any ideas as to the rest of the riddle Broots?" asks Major Charles.
"Well, I don't know who Icky is, but I have a feeling that something is on a time frame and time is almost up."
"Thanks Mr. Broots," says Jarod as he hangs up.
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 1 PM
Walking into the room Miss Parker could see Ms. had re arranged the furniture to set a trap. "Well, Grim let's make this quick."
"Miss Parker, first I want to say thank you," seeing her eyebrow rise, "for everything. I remember a lot now. I remember my beautiful wife Maggie, and I remember if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be standing here today."
"Cut the niceties out Grim, it doesn't suit you," snaps Miss Parker looking around the suite for Ms. Jones, "Where's Ms?"
"She went shopping for some combat gear, you're going to need it," he says as he pulls a file put, "Lyle and Zoe are on their way here. And they know about your little present coming."
"Ok, I'll be back later. Have Ms meet me there," says Miss Parker as she leaves.
"Oh, Miss Parker, by the way how is your son?" questions Grim. Seeing her blank look cross her face 'oh, no I'm not falling for that one.'
"You know, Michael?"
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 430pm
Miss Parker looks over the suite Broots arrange for them to stay into. 'Well at lest it's spacious. I haven't been this high up in a hotel since Jarod pulled that fake fire alarm at 2:30 in the morning.' Walking around she notices a burnt out computer, 'Broots must have had one hell of a chat.'
Miss Parker walks out of her bedroom into the adjoining room. 'Wow, suite is amazing. With five bedrooms, three bathrooms and a common room with a view that kills. Why did Broots book this room? It's not likely we'll have company.'
Broots observes Miss Parker from his laptop. 'Thank God, Debbie is in France with her French class, even if she is with Junior. She looks so beautiful, so sad.'
Miss Parker is standing in front of the window staring off into space. Getting up from the small desk that was located in the corner of the hotel suite, he slowly approaches her, standing nervously by her side for a moment until she finally blinks and glances at him.
"Are you all right, Miss Parker?" he softly asks.
"No," Miss Parker replied, honestly. "I'm not." Turning she walks toward the door, not looking back as she walked out. Passing Sydney in the hall, he watches Miss Parkers receding back until she enters the elevator, before entering the suite.
"Syd, I am worried about Miss Parker."
"Broots did she say anything?"
"Only that she is not alright."
"But she never admits.."
"Yeah, I know."
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