It time to find out who's Grim.
Because my e-mail friends demand it!
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 51
Dream
The Tower Centre 620 P.M.
"Well, she got away. Even with Cox here." Raines slams down the phone unable to listen to her grating voice any more. 'Damn it, I have to let my brother know of this development.'
Reaching down he picks up the receiver; swallowing hard he dials Mr. Parker's number. Sweat dripping down his back, Raines impatiently waits for his brother to pick up the phone.
"Hello," mumbles Mr. Parker
"Brother," starts Raines.
"You have her already," interrupts Mr. Parker, "Good. Good."
"Ah, no," wheezes Raines.
"What was that I couldn't hear you?" questions Mr. Parker.
"No!" bites out Raines, "she managed to escape. Even with the extra precautions we took."
"Damn," shouts Mr. Parker, "she has to be still in New York. It's a fucken blizzard over there. Send Willie and a team of specialists to find her."
"Yes, Sir," says Raines.
"And Raines," growls Mr. Parker, "Don't let my daughter know."
Kennedy Airport New York 615 P.M.
"Maybe we should follow them and find out," suggests Zoe, "And maybe if we're lucky, Lyle will finally get what he wants."
"Really and what's that?" muses Cox.
"Miss Parker."
'Hell will freeze over first.' Grim reaches back feels his knife. He turns toward the group only to realize they were leaving. 'How am I going to get them' a slow smile spreads over his face.
Pulling his hand from his knife Grim pulls out his cell pushes the speed dial button. It rings only once.
"Speak!"
"Where are you?" questions Grim.
"Who cares?" Jones snaps at him.
"Where?" Grim growls.
"In a cab headed to ."
"Head to the bell tower in the Bronx on 53rd avenue," instructs Grim.
"Why?" demands MS. Jones.
"JUST DO IT!" snaps Grim as he hangs up his cell.
Bell Tower The Bronx 625 P.M.
Walking around the tower Jones and Miss Parker spot evidence that this was Alex's last lair. Nodding to each other both pull out their guns and survey the tower. Stepping away from each other they looked over the entire tower.
"Grim better have a damn good reason for this," hisses Jones.
"I'm sure he does," replies Miss Parker as she walks back toward Ms. Jones.
The door creeks open, they could hear two men whispering. Looking at each other they use hand signals to inform each other that Lyle and Cox were the ones who walked in. The two women decided to leave as soon as they could get out the door. Silently they maneuver to the back door.
As they approach the back exit, Lyle and Cox catch up to them. Lyle takes his chances with Miss Parker as Cox goes for Jones.
The Tower Centre 620 P.M.
Raines paced the tower; his brother had just given him instructions on how to handle the latest screw up. 'Damn it this should have been easy.' Hearing the tower doors open Raines looks over to see his most trusted aid walk in.
"Willie," gasps Raines "I have an urgent matter that requires your talents."
"Do tell Mr. Raines," grins Willie.
"Your to go to New York City and find this person," he holds up a picture of Margaret "and if you find any of the missing pretenders bring them back also."
"What about Miss Parker?" questions Willie.
"If she gets in the way kill her," instructs Raines, "but bring back the body. That we can at lest harvest for parts."
Bell Tower The Bronx 625 P.M.
"Get off me!" screamed Miss Parker.
"Why should I do that," laughs Lyle "when I finally have you were I want you."
A board braking catches Grim's attention, swiftly glancing to his right. Grim sees his wife hit her head and land with a thump. Things go red from there.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 8 P.M
Jerking awake, Jason slowly realizes that it was just a dream. Then it hits him 'Icky. Kylie would have known if there were any problems.'
"Dad!" shouts Jason as he runs into the common room.
"What?" questions Jarod.
"Junior is fine," states Jason he sees shock echo on the groups face, "Because if there were problems those kids that I meet at Zeros would have known something was wrong."
"Jason," whispers Margaret "I know you want to believe that but I saw those bullets hit him right in the chest." Jason walks over to his grandmother and hugs her. 'I was so sure.'
Mr. Parker's Hide Out 7:30 P.M.
"Damn I knew better then to put that idiot in charge," bellows Mr. Parker to no one in particular. Rage seething throughout him. He starts pacing. His thinking doesn't get any clear.
Time ticks by, snatching up the phone his punches in a number.
"Hello."
"Mr. Perry, it's Mr. Parker. Time I returned to the fold," barks out Mr. Parker as he slams down the phone.
Sitting down in a leather recliner, 'once I am back. Things will run much smother.'
Bell Tower The Bronx 7:30 P.M.
"Oh, my god my head," moans Lyle.
"Ahh," moans Cox. Each man tries to move their hands only to realize that they are strapped down. Jerking the chains harder each man slowly comes to the conclusion that there was no way out of the chains.
"Damn," swears Cox, "how did we end up tried down?"
"How the fuck do I know?" demanded Lyle, "this was all Zoe's idea."
The man hear footsteps approaching them, looking toward the sound they see Miss Parker emerge from the darkness. Smoothing her hair with her hand Miss Parker smirks at them.
"Well, Jones what do you think?" asks Parker.
"I think this has to be one of Grim's better ideas," replies Jones as she emerges from the darkness next to Parker.
"Who the fuck is Grim," bellows Lyle.
"What is Grim?" demands Cox.
"Grim isn't a what," snickers Jones, "Grim is a who."
"It's also short," sneers Miss Parker.
"For what?" belligerently Lyle demands.
"Grim Reaper," answers Jones.
"Why?" questions Cox.
"Because I decide who lives and who dies," hisses the man as he comes into the light.
"NO," whimpers Lyle, "You're dead I shot you. Your dead."
"Who are you?" demands Cox.
"My name is Kyle," hisses the man, "Jarod's brother."
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 1130pm
---Ding----
"O.k. people this could be Lyle. So it might be wise if certain persons made themselves scarce" suggests Sam. The group silently agrees to Sam's suggestion as he lies down on the couch.
Major Charles walks past the bedroom where his daughter Emily and Boots's daughter Debbie are sleeping. He joins his sleeping wife, Margaret in the master bedroom.
Jarod jumps up and goes into Miss Parkers bedroom knowing that not even Lyle would suspect or even if think to find him there. Broots, Sydney, J. J. and Ethan walk to their bedrooms.
Broots turns off lights plunging the suite into darkness; the only light comes from his laptop computer, which is sitting on the table. Tension mounts in the now silent hotel suite.
The hotel door opens slowly the individual standing at the doorway notices that the only light in the room is coming from the computer screen. 'It looks like everyone is either sleeping or out. More than likely its sleeping, with all this snow.'
With out turning on lights the individual the individual moves stealthily across the room. They go from the adjourning common room into Miss Parker's bedroom closing the door behind them. 'God, I just couldn't face Christmas at Blue Cove.' Walking over to the bed, she sat down with a sigh.
"We need to talk," she heard a voice say. Miss Parker leaped to her feet, turning around towards the voice. 'Not again.' She spotted him in a dark corner. "No we don't, Jarod."
Jarod steps forward slightly. "Yes, I think we do." She's all right, remain calm, she's all right. Miss Parker remains silent, watching the pretender before her struggle for composure.
"Miss Parker... You have everyone worried. *Don't* say Centre business, we heard you," seeing her blank face "this afternoon the incident in the airport. Did Lyle hurt you?"
************************************************************************ Way more to come. 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 51
Dream
The Tower Centre 620 P.M.
"Well, she got away. Even with Cox here." Raines slams down the phone unable to listen to her grating voice any more. 'Damn it, I have to let my brother know of this development.'
Reaching down he picks up the receiver; swallowing hard he dials Mr. Parker's number. Sweat dripping down his back, Raines impatiently waits for his brother to pick up the phone.
"Hello," mumbles Mr. Parker
"Brother," starts Raines.
"You have her already," interrupts Mr. Parker, "Good. Good."
"Ah, no," wheezes Raines.
"What was that I couldn't hear you?" questions Mr. Parker.
"No!" bites out Raines, "she managed to escape. Even with the extra precautions we took."
"Damn," shouts Mr. Parker, "she has to be still in New York. It's a fucken blizzard over there. Send Willie and a team of specialists to find her."
"Yes, Sir," says Raines.
"And Raines," growls Mr. Parker, "Don't let my daughter know."
Kennedy Airport New York 615 P.M.
"Maybe we should follow them and find out," suggests Zoe, "And maybe if we're lucky, Lyle will finally get what he wants."
"Really and what's that?" muses Cox.
"Miss Parker."
'Hell will freeze over first.' Grim reaches back feels his knife. He turns toward the group only to realize they were leaving. 'How am I going to get them' a slow smile spreads over his face.
Pulling his hand from his knife Grim pulls out his cell pushes the speed dial button. It rings only once.
"Speak!"
"Where are you?" questions Grim.
"Who cares?" Jones snaps at him.
"Where?" Grim growls.
"In a cab headed to ."
"Head to the bell tower in the Bronx on 53rd avenue," instructs Grim.
"Why?" demands MS. Jones.
"JUST DO IT!" snaps Grim as he hangs up his cell.
Bell Tower The Bronx 625 P.M.
Walking around the tower Jones and Miss Parker spot evidence that this was Alex's last lair. Nodding to each other both pull out their guns and survey the tower. Stepping away from each other they looked over the entire tower.
"Grim better have a damn good reason for this," hisses Jones.
"I'm sure he does," replies Miss Parker as she walks back toward Ms. Jones.
The door creeks open, they could hear two men whispering. Looking at each other they use hand signals to inform each other that Lyle and Cox were the ones who walked in. The two women decided to leave as soon as they could get out the door. Silently they maneuver to the back door.
As they approach the back exit, Lyle and Cox catch up to them. Lyle takes his chances with Miss Parker as Cox goes for Jones.
The Tower Centre 620 P.M.
Raines paced the tower; his brother had just given him instructions on how to handle the latest screw up. 'Damn it this should have been easy.' Hearing the tower doors open Raines looks over to see his most trusted aid walk in.
"Willie," gasps Raines "I have an urgent matter that requires your talents."
"Do tell Mr. Raines," grins Willie.
"Your to go to New York City and find this person," he holds up a picture of Margaret "and if you find any of the missing pretenders bring them back also."
"What about Miss Parker?" questions Willie.
"If she gets in the way kill her," instructs Raines, "but bring back the body. That we can at lest harvest for parts."
Bell Tower The Bronx 625 P.M.
"Get off me!" screamed Miss Parker.
"Why should I do that," laughs Lyle "when I finally have you were I want you."
A board braking catches Grim's attention, swiftly glancing to his right. Grim sees his wife hit her head and land with a thump. Things go red from there.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 8 P.M
Jerking awake, Jason slowly realizes that it was just a dream. Then it hits him 'Icky. Kylie would have known if there were any problems.'
"Dad!" shouts Jason as he runs into the common room.
"What?" questions Jarod.
"Junior is fine," states Jason he sees shock echo on the groups face, "Because if there were problems those kids that I meet at Zeros would have known something was wrong."
"Jason," whispers Margaret "I know you want to believe that but I saw those bullets hit him right in the chest." Jason walks over to his grandmother and hugs her. 'I was so sure.'
Mr. Parker's Hide Out 7:30 P.M.
"Damn I knew better then to put that idiot in charge," bellows Mr. Parker to no one in particular. Rage seething throughout him. He starts pacing. His thinking doesn't get any clear.
Time ticks by, snatching up the phone his punches in a number.
"Hello."
"Mr. Perry, it's Mr. Parker. Time I returned to the fold," barks out Mr. Parker as he slams down the phone.
Sitting down in a leather recliner, 'once I am back. Things will run much smother.'
Bell Tower The Bronx 7:30 P.M.
"Oh, my god my head," moans Lyle.
"Ahh," moans Cox. Each man tries to move their hands only to realize that they are strapped down. Jerking the chains harder each man slowly comes to the conclusion that there was no way out of the chains.
"Damn," swears Cox, "how did we end up tried down?"
"How the fuck do I know?" demanded Lyle, "this was all Zoe's idea."
The man hear footsteps approaching them, looking toward the sound they see Miss Parker emerge from the darkness. Smoothing her hair with her hand Miss Parker smirks at them.
"Well, Jones what do you think?" asks Parker.
"I think this has to be one of Grim's better ideas," replies Jones as she emerges from the darkness next to Parker.
"Who the fuck is Grim," bellows Lyle.
"What is Grim?" demands Cox.
"Grim isn't a what," snickers Jones, "Grim is a who."
"It's also short," sneers Miss Parker.
"For what?" belligerently Lyle demands.
"Grim Reaper," answers Jones.
"Why?" questions Cox.
"Because I decide who lives and who dies," hisses the man as he comes into the light.
"NO," whimpers Lyle, "You're dead I shot you. Your dead."
"Who are you?" demands Cox.
"My name is Kyle," hisses the man, "Jarod's brother."
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 1130pm
---Ding----
"O.k. people this could be Lyle. So it might be wise if certain persons made themselves scarce" suggests Sam. The group silently agrees to Sam's suggestion as he lies down on the couch.
Major Charles walks past the bedroom where his daughter Emily and Boots's daughter Debbie are sleeping. He joins his sleeping wife, Margaret in the master bedroom.
Jarod jumps up and goes into Miss Parkers bedroom knowing that not even Lyle would suspect or even if think to find him there. Broots, Sydney, J. J. and Ethan walk to their bedrooms.
Broots turns off lights plunging the suite into darkness; the only light comes from his laptop computer, which is sitting on the table. Tension mounts in the now silent hotel suite.
The hotel door opens slowly the individual standing at the doorway notices that the only light in the room is coming from the computer screen. 'It looks like everyone is either sleeping or out. More than likely its sleeping, with all this snow.'
With out turning on lights the individual the individual moves stealthily across the room. They go from the adjourning common room into Miss Parker's bedroom closing the door behind them. 'God, I just couldn't face Christmas at Blue Cove.' Walking over to the bed, she sat down with a sigh.
"We need to talk," she heard a voice say. Miss Parker leaped to her feet, turning around towards the voice. 'Not again.' She spotted him in a dark corner. "No we don't, Jarod."
Jarod steps forward slightly. "Yes, I think we do." She's all right, remain calm, she's all right. Miss Parker remains silent, watching the pretender before her struggle for composure.
"Miss Parker... You have everyone worried. *Don't* say Centre business, we heard you," seeing her blank face "this afternoon the incident in the airport. Did Lyle hurt you?"
************************************************************************ Way more to come. Dream