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Where my pretty one lies.. Part 48
Dream
Jarod's lair New York 1:30 pm
"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. Shaking his head Jarod sits down on the bed. "I don't think Broots has figured it out, that we're in the same suite."
"I know Jarod, but what about that crazy poem?" questions Major Charles.
"It was sent by Junior, not Miss Parker's Junior either," clarifies Jason, "Miss Parker's Junior is called Icky by the group."
"So we now have two different Junior's running around," says Emily, "And one of them is extremely good with computers."
"Boy, I'm going to need a scorecard soon," whispers Ethan. Jarod's computers flashes instead of beeps, going over to the computer, Jarod smirks.
"Wire tap in the tower. Let's see what Raines has to say for himself," says Jarod as he hits the icon and fiddles with the volume. Adjusting the computer Jarod makes sure everyone can hear.
"Hello, my brother," says Raines.
Clenching his jaw Major Charles hisses, "I know it was too good to be true."
"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."
Ethan reaches out for Major Charles, "Ah, poor Miss Parker."
"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." Major Charles was fighting to hold onto his temper.
"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." Shock greeted the group. Jarod reached for his computer blinking away unshed tears.
Jason jumped up and ran out of the room, entering the common space of the hotel suite, startling Broots. Jason continued to run out of the suite and into the elevator before anyone could reach him.
"Damn it," hisses Jarod, "We need to find him before the Centre does. Broots, you stay here. Emily and Ethan you search the ice Cream Shop in the lobby. Dad your with me, everyone keep your cells on call me or dad if you find him."
New York 1:45 pm
Running outside the hotel Jason runs as if the hounds of hell were following him. He ran blindly not caring where he went just as long as it was away from where he was. Finally stopping Jason looks around and notices that he is in a section of town that he really didn't want to be in. 'Shit, I'm going to get killed, or my family is going to kill me.'
Huffing, Jason walks to the nearest store, upon entering it. Jason realizes that it's not a story but a restaurant. Looking around he notices two girls sitting down and a man standing behind one the girl in arm fashion.
"Look Mouse, Icky will be back soon," said the black haired girl, "There is nothing to worry about, you know this."
"Yes, Kylie I do know this," huffs Mouse. 'She has been crying.'
"Listen to me, if there was anything wrong," stressing her point Kylie slams her hand down, "we would know. GOT that." Moving closer to the girl Jason didn't see what was coming until it was too late. He was face down on the floor both of his arms pinned behind his back, 'god, this hurts.'
"Down Block!" demands Kylie, the man just lets go and resumes his role of watcher, "Hello Jason. We have been expecting you." Looking up at the girl, Jason sees a smirk on her face.
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 1:15 PM
"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?"
Opening the door, Miss Parker walks out without bothering to respond. 'Damn it, if he starts to remember everything, we're fucked!' Wiping out her cell phone, it rings before she could dial.
"What"
"Miss Parker."
"Tracer, this better be good," says Miss Parker.
"Better then good and worst then bad," replies Tracer.
"Have you been watching Batman again?" questions Miss Parker.
"Yes," sheepishly she says, "You need to come down here."
"Let me guess, Lyle and Zoe are coming in?"
"Worst, Jarod tapped the Tower. He and company knows about Hope." Struggling not to swear, Miss Parker is cut off by Tracer, "The hit in Paris was traced to Raines."
"Where are you?" hisses Miss Parker.
Zeros New York 2 P.M.
"Down Block!" demands Kylie, the man just lets go and resumes his role of watcher, "Hello Jason. We have been expecting you." Looking up at the girl, Jason sees a smirk on her face.
"You were?" questions Jason.
"Yes." The girls say, but the man just stands there staring at him.
"Don't mind Block, he's always like that," smirks Kylie. Taking a good look at the man called Block, Jason sees a boy built like a truck, bald head and black almost soulless eyes. 'Damn that kid is scary.' "He doesn't talk unless he really wants to make a point."
"I'm a little lost," admits Jason.
"We know," says Mouse, "you think Hope is your mother. You poor baby."
"What?" shocked Jason murmur.
"First, that's the most absurd thing I have ever heard. Who ever told you should have done their homework. Hope was incapable of having children," states Kylies as she snaps her fingers. Block gets her and Mouse a drinks.
"Really do tell," asks Jason.
"Yeah, to have children it usually requires a woman to have a uterus," informs Mouse, "Secondly I personally think running away from your family every time something happens is going to land you back at the Centre."
The group talked some more before Mouse handed over her cell phone. Jason took it and reliantly called his family.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 435 P.M.
"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, she ignores him. She can feels his eyes on her back. 'Not in the mood to deal with you.' Once the elevator doors start to close she hears them talking.
"Syd, I am worried about Miss Parker."
"Broots did she say anything?"
"Only that she is not alright."
"But she never admits.."
'Yes, I know I never admit to you Syd that not everything in hell is alright.' Sighing loudly, Miss Parker tries to prepare herself for what is coming.
Marriott hallway outside suite 315 Times Squire 530pm
----Ding---
"Syd did you just hear the elevator?"
"Yes, Jarod I did."
"Syd, this whole floor is this suite. There are no other rooms."
"Maybe Miss Parker is back."
"Syd I don't think so, do you hear Miss Parker's stiletto shoes?"
"No."
Major Charles quickly and quietly walks over to the door. He stands behind it ready for a confrontation. Jason and Emily move into one of the unoccupied rooms. Ethan comes and sits next to Jarod. "She can't kill you if I'm here" he says. Jarod smiles reassuringly at him.
Broots goes and sits behind the computer. Man, oh man, Miss Parker hates surprises. He starts to hum nervously. Syd shakes his head and smirks, 'This is going to be interesting.'
The door slowly opens..
"About the time I climb into the driver's seat, Willie pulls up behind me, parks, and Lyle runs into the airport. Raines will tear them to shreds when they return ..." laughs Sam.
The door is ajar but no one enters. "No, Miss Parker I didn't inform them I was coming, no they don't know anything about my being here."
Everyone looks at each other in surprise, Sam!
"Yes, Miss Parker. No Miss Parker. I understand my orders."
Emily and Jason hang in the doorway between the bedroom and the common room wondering what to do now. The door opens even more and in walks.
"Debbie!" shouts Broots. "What are you doing here?" Broots comes around to look at her daughter. He could see she was upset.
"Mr. Bluer, my French teacher was shot in an attack, and several students were hurt. Junior was *shot*." Seeing her fathers shocked expression, "*Dad* it was on the news! Miss Parker insisted that Sam fly to Paris to meet my class and escort us safely home. You should have heard what she called the school board members who tempted to tell her that it was safe for us to stay." Debbie voice wobbles slightly.
'Damn', "Debbie, I'm sorry I didn't know. I would have come and got you myself if I had known." Broots pulls his daughter into his arms and hugs her.
"Dad, you couldn't have. You were in a meeting with someone named 'Dr. Death'. Boy, you should have seen Miss Parker when she met us at the airport, she ."
"Well, I'm extremely grateful that Sam was able to go and get you."
"Dad?" Debbie looks around she notices Jason and smiles shyly. "Does Miss Parker know that they're here?"
"Yeah, sure." Broots could hear Sam snickering, but couldn't tell if he was still talking to Miss Parker or if he heard him.
"I hope so, Dad. Because when I saw Miss Parker, she was not, and I mean *not* happy. In fact I would be surprised if anyone on the school board lives to see tomorrow. So Miss Parker knows that they're here."
"Well um, um no *but* that's ok because she ."
"Dad! You know she *hates* surprises!" turning toward the door she just entered Debbie screams "Sam! We have company!"
The door thrusts open a very intense looking Sam in standing in the doorway. He casts his gaze over the very strange group. The tension in the room mounts, until they see Sam smile and relax.
"It' ok, Miss Broots. They are friends of Miss Parker and I don't think she will mind seeing them."
"Sam are you sure?" questions Debbie.
"Yep."
"But Sam, what about the you-know?"
"Well, Miss Broots it looks like Christmas has come early to the Charles family", replies Sam as he moves to one side and signals to someone in the hallway to enter the room.
********************************************************************** Who do you think?
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 48
Dream
Jarod's lair New York 1:30 pm
"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. Shaking his head Jarod sits down on the bed. "I don't think Broots has figured it out, that we're in the same suite."
"I know Jarod, but what about that crazy poem?" questions Major Charles.
"It was sent by Junior, not Miss Parker's Junior either," clarifies Jason, "Miss Parker's Junior is called Icky by the group."
"So we now have two different Junior's running around," says Emily, "And one of them is extremely good with computers."
"Boy, I'm going to need a scorecard soon," whispers Ethan. Jarod's computers flashes instead of beeps, going over to the computer, Jarod smirks.
"Wire tap in the tower. Let's see what Raines has to say for himself," says Jarod as he hits the icon and fiddles with the volume. Adjusting the computer Jarod makes sure everyone can hear.
"Hello, my brother," says Raines.
Clenching his jaw Major Charles hisses, "I know it was too good to be true."
"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."
Ethan reaches out for Major Charles, "Ah, poor Miss Parker."
"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." Major Charles was fighting to hold onto his temper.
"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." Shock greeted the group. Jarod reached for his computer blinking away unshed tears.
Jason jumped up and ran out of the room, entering the common space of the hotel suite, startling Broots. Jason continued to run out of the suite and into the elevator before anyone could reach him.
"Damn it," hisses Jarod, "We need to find him before the Centre does. Broots, you stay here. Emily and Ethan you search the ice Cream Shop in the lobby. Dad your with me, everyone keep your cells on call me or dad if you find him."
New York 1:45 pm
Running outside the hotel Jason runs as if the hounds of hell were following him. He ran blindly not caring where he went just as long as it was away from where he was. Finally stopping Jason looks around and notices that he is in a section of town that he really didn't want to be in. 'Shit, I'm going to get killed, or my family is going to kill me.'
Huffing, Jason walks to the nearest store, upon entering it. Jason realizes that it's not a story but a restaurant. Looking around he notices two girls sitting down and a man standing behind one the girl in arm fashion.
"Look Mouse, Icky will be back soon," said the black haired girl, "There is nothing to worry about, you know this."
"Yes, Kylie I do know this," huffs Mouse. 'She has been crying.'
"Listen to me, if there was anything wrong," stressing her point Kylie slams her hand down, "we would know. GOT that." Moving closer to the girl Jason didn't see what was coming until it was too late. He was face down on the floor both of his arms pinned behind his back, 'god, this hurts.'
"Down Block!" demands Kylie, the man just lets go and resumes his role of watcher, "Hello Jason. We have been expecting you." Looking up at the girl, Jason sees a smirk on her face.
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 1:15 PM
"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?"
Opening the door, Miss Parker walks out without bothering to respond. 'Damn it, if he starts to remember everything, we're fucked!' Wiping out her cell phone, it rings before she could dial.
"What"
"Miss Parker."
"Tracer, this better be good," says Miss Parker.
"Better then good and worst then bad," replies Tracer.
"Have you been watching Batman again?" questions Miss Parker.
"Yes," sheepishly she says, "You need to come down here."
"Let me guess, Lyle and Zoe are coming in?"
"Worst, Jarod tapped the Tower. He and company knows about Hope." Struggling not to swear, Miss Parker is cut off by Tracer, "The hit in Paris was traced to Raines."
"Where are you?" hisses Miss Parker.
Zeros New York 2 P.M.
"Down Block!" demands Kylie, the man just lets go and resumes his role of watcher, "Hello Jason. We have been expecting you." Looking up at the girl, Jason sees a smirk on her face.
"You were?" questions Jason.
"Yes." The girls say, but the man just stands there staring at him.
"Don't mind Block, he's always like that," smirks Kylie. Taking a good look at the man called Block, Jason sees a boy built like a truck, bald head and black almost soulless eyes. 'Damn that kid is scary.' "He doesn't talk unless he really wants to make a point."
"I'm a little lost," admits Jason.
"We know," says Mouse, "you think Hope is your mother. You poor baby."
"What?" shocked Jason murmur.
"First, that's the most absurd thing I have ever heard. Who ever told you should have done their homework. Hope was incapable of having children," states Kylies as she snaps her fingers. Block gets her and Mouse a drinks.
"Really do tell," asks Jason.
"Yeah, to have children it usually requires a woman to have a uterus," informs Mouse, "Secondly I personally think running away from your family every time something happens is going to land you back at the Centre."
The group talked some more before Mouse handed over her cell phone. Jason took it and reliantly called his family.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 435 P.M.
"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, she ignores him. She can feels his eyes on her back. 'Not in the mood to deal with you.' Once the elevator doors start to close she hears them talking.
"Syd, I am worried about Miss Parker."
"Broots did she say anything?"
"Only that she is not alright."
"But she never admits.."
'Yes, I know I never admit to you Syd that not everything in hell is alright.' Sighing loudly, Miss Parker tries to prepare herself for what is coming.
Marriott hallway outside suite 315 Times Squire 530pm
----Ding---
"Syd did you just hear the elevator?"
"Yes, Jarod I did."
"Syd, this whole floor is this suite. There are no other rooms."
"Maybe Miss Parker is back."
"Syd I don't think so, do you hear Miss Parker's stiletto shoes?"
"No."
Major Charles quickly and quietly walks over to the door. He stands behind it ready for a confrontation. Jason and Emily move into one of the unoccupied rooms. Ethan comes and sits next to Jarod. "She can't kill you if I'm here" he says. Jarod smiles reassuringly at him.
Broots goes and sits behind the computer. Man, oh man, Miss Parker hates surprises. He starts to hum nervously. Syd shakes his head and smirks, 'This is going to be interesting.'
The door slowly opens..
"About the time I climb into the driver's seat, Willie pulls up behind me, parks, and Lyle runs into the airport. Raines will tear them to shreds when they return ..." laughs Sam.
The door is ajar but no one enters. "No, Miss Parker I didn't inform them I was coming, no they don't know anything about my being here."
Everyone looks at each other in surprise, Sam!
"Yes, Miss Parker. No Miss Parker. I understand my orders."
Emily and Jason hang in the doorway between the bedroom and the common room wondering what to do now. The door opens even more and in walks.
"Debbie!" shouts Broots. "What are you doing here?" Broots comes around to look at her daughter. He could see she was upset.
"Mr. Bluer, my French teacher was shot in an attack, and several students were hurt. Junior was *shot*." Seeing her fathers shocked expression, "*Dad* it was on the news! Miss Parker insisted that Sam fly to Paris to meet my class and escort us safely home. You should have heard what she called the school board members who tempted to tell her that it was safe for us to stay." Debbie voice wobbles slightly.
'Damn', "Debbie, I'm sorry I didn't know. I would have come and got you myself if I had known." Broots pulls his daughter into his arms and hugs her.
"Dad, you couldn't have. You were in a meeting with someone named 'Dr. Death'. Boy, you should have seen Miss Parker when she met us at the airport, she ."
"Well, I'm extremely grateful that Sam was able to go and get you."
"Dad?" Debbie looks around she notices Jason and smiles shyly. "Does Miss Parker know that they're here?"
"Yeah, sure." Broots could hear Sam snickering, but couldn't tell if he was still talking to Miss Parker or if he heard him.
"I hope so, Dad. Because when I saw Miss Parker, she was not, and I mean *not* happy. In fact I would be surprised if anyone on the school board lives to see tomorrow. So Miss Parker knows that they're here."
"Well um, um no *but* that's ok because she ."
"Dad! You know she *hates* surprises!" turning toward the door she just entered Debbie screams "Sam! We have company!"
The door thrusts open a very intense looking Sam in standing in the doorway. He casts his gaze over the very strange group. The tension in the room mounts, until they see Sam smile and relax.
"It' ok, Miss Broots. They are friends of Miss Parker and I don't think she will mind seeing them."
"Sam are you sure?" questions Debbie.
"Yep."
"But Sam, what about the you-know?"
"Well, Miss Broots it looks like Christmas has come early to the Charles family", replies Sam as he moves to one side and signals to someone in the hallway to enter the room.
********************************************************************** Who do you think?
Dream