"Where the Hell is my backup?"
Montoya paced in the ally, irritably glancing at her watch. She had already been there for fifteen minutes and there was still no sign of her partner or any uniformed officers. She looked hesitantly at the "abandoned" building. Someone was home. A light shone through one of the second floor windows.
Debating what she should do, she mentally kicked herself. Morley had been a far to obvious suspect from the beginning. Even after his domineering and volatile side had shown itself, she still had not truly suspected him. The fraud was more of a cover than anything, Montoya had realized a bit to late. Looking around again, the detective tried to find a payphone, wanting to find out where her back up was. That was when she heard the desperate scream for help that came from within the building.
"Damn," she swore, pulling out her firearm and taking off the safety. She knew that she had to go in now. There was no getting around it. Having given the building the once over already, she knew that there were only two entrances, the front door and the back. The front was padlocked from the outside so that meant there was only one way in and one way out.
Taking a deep breath, she quietly opened the door and slipped inside. A quick check of the room showed it to be empty. She moved into the front of the building, clearing each room as she went. Silently, she prayed for her backup.
~Well, luck never did seem to go my way~ she thought as she stood at the foot of the stairway a few minutes later. Montoya looked up, from the cover of the door jam and saw that the building only seemed to span two more floors. It was about that time that she realized that is was far to quiet in the building. Her movements should have alerted Morley of someone's presence. In the distance she heard the creaking moan of the fire escape.
The fire escape had been in such bad repair that Montoya had ruled it out as a potential exit. She now spared a glance out a nearby window and saw that it was vacant. The detective returned her attention to the stairs, and cautiously started up them. About halfway up, she heard loud crying that came from the next floor.
Curious yet still on high alert, Montoya took the stairs two at a time. Luckily, she maintained a fair amount of stealth, barely making any noise as she raced up. That was, until she reached the landing. When she placed her weight upon it, the floor there gave way and she tumbled quite gracelessly to the floor. She had to make a very pronounce turn of her body to be able to grab the railing and keep herself from falling down the stairs.
"Damn it," she whispered, slightly stunned, but more upset with herself for her clumsy mistake than anything. Her ankle hurt and so did her left wrist, which was from the hand that had grabbed the railing. It throbbed mercilessly. Before she could talk herself out of her next move, she quickly tugged on her left hand. The bone that had popped out of place slid back into position, with a flash of pain.
"Is…Is somebody there? HELP!"
It was Summer's voice. Renee noted to herself that she sounded scared and hurt. There was something else in her voice, something that she could not put her finger on at the moment. Scrambling to her feet, she grabbed her gun once more. Her left arm she drew close to her body in a protective manner.
"GCPD. Is there anyone in here with you?"
As Montoya spoke, her voice took on it's normal authoritative tone. Still cautious, now at the floor as well as for any unknown assailants, she skirted around the hole that she had put in the floor. She stuck close to the wall, figuring that it would be more supported than the center of the floor.
"N…No, he ran off. PLEASE, help me! He hurt me!"
There was a panic to Summer's voice now, yet there was still that something else in her voice. It made Renee pause and check the room before entering it. However the room truly appeared to be empty, aside from Summer who was half lying and half sitting on an old bed tied to it's railing. She was clothed, but was getting soaked with the blood that seeped from numerous wounds on her arms and torso.
"Bella?" Summer asked, lookingat Montoya, confused.
"Detective Montoya, GCPD," Renee clarified for the injured woman as she checked the window that led to the fire escape. It was empty. She then quickly holstered her Berretta and hurried over to Summer, pulling out her Swiss Army knife. She sliced through the woman's rope bonds easily.
"I'm sorry." Summer looked at the detective, with tears in her eyes. She was shaking and Montoya tried her best to calm her. With every effort, Summer seemed to get worse, not better. Still trying to calm her, Renee busied herself cutting strips of cloth from the sheet to bandage her to the best of her ability. It was not pretty, but it seemed to stop the flow of blood. Montoya's growing concern was Summer and her apparent state of shock. She needed professional help, soon. That was when she heard the click of a gun being primed and a voice spoke up from behind her.
"How utterly predictable, pig!"
Montoya froze when she heard Morley's venomous voice. Still focused on Summer, she saw the girl's eyes widen with fear and sorrow. She mouthed "I'm sorry" to Renee one last time, before he continued.
"Please do step away from Summer and place your gun on the floor."
Carefully and slowly she slid her knife into her jacket sleeve as she went to remove her gun. She silently berated herself for letting her guard down and for being so trusting. She stepped away from the injured woman, hoping that if there was gunfire that she would not get caught in the crossfire. Then she knelt down, her eyes on Morley and placed the weapon on the floor.
"Kick it here!"
"Let her go first." It was not a request that she issued. It was a command of her own. His gun remained pointed at her, but he seemed to be considering it. Montoya knew he was weighing is options. He could use Summer against him or continue to train the gun on her. She knew if she could just get Summer out of the building, they both would have a better chance of getting out of this alive.
As it stood, she only seemed to have three ways of getting out of this alive. The first; her back up could actually show. She knew that they eventually would, it was just a matter of whether or not there would be a bullet in her head. The second; Batman could show. She turned that option down. Had he been there, Morley would have been tied up and incapacitated before she had even stepped foot in the building. The third option; she would have to get herself out of this mess. She was not willing to try such a drastic measure, however, until she could get Summer out of harm's way.
"I told you, pig, to slide the gun over here…NOW!"
He was getting agitated, and Montoya knew better than to argue with the man. She thought back to what she had read on the computer and knew he was not planning on killing her right away. He needed TwoFace there, to frame him. Luckily for Dent, he would have a solid alibi if she did not make it out of this. Reluctantly she slid her gun over to Morley.
"Now, let her go! You don't need her."
Much to her surprise, he nodded his head in agreement.
"Go home baby. You did real good. I told you that you wouldn't get to badly hurt. I'll be home soon."
Summer stumbled to her feet, obviously still in shock. Without looking at either of them she ran out of the room as fast as her injuries would allow. Her blood trailed behind her. Renee could hardly fault the girl, for running or her earlier deception. She was just another battered woman, trying to endure. He had probably threatened to kill her if she had not helped him.
"What now, Morley?"
Montoya spoke only after she heard the backdoor slam and she knew that Summer was relatively safe. That was as long as no one else accosted her on her way home. Morley had to be an idiot, to think that he could actually frame Dent for his murders. Physical evidance aside, there was enough trace evidance that he left behind to convict him. It was case closed, even if he did kill her and find away to finger Dent for the murders. She was not about to let him in on that and she kept her mouth shut.
"Put your hands together, in front of you." He grabbed a length of rope from behind him. Slowly, she raised her arms at the elbow, feeling her knife slid even further into her jacket sleeve. She placed her hands together, trying to allow for a small bit of movement on her part. He was not that giving. After tying her to the point of restricting blood flow, he pushed her back towards the bed, causing her to fall on her bottom, hard. He then tied her ankles and gagged her.
"Now be a good girl and wait here." Morley strode out of the room with an arrogant swagger to his step. She listened as he proceeded down the stairs and into the front room. She could not fathom what he was doing down there…Waiting, perhaps? For what? TwoFace? That was when she realized the major flaw in Morley's plan. His plan called for a very specific course of action. The thing with TwoFace was that he was unpredictable. When he flipped for something, he damn well would do whatever the coin told him to…That was until he decided it was time to flip again, whether there was a reason to flip again or not. Morley was counting on a predictable course of action, when Dent was anything but.
Hoping to use that to her advantage, she quickly shook her knife out of her sleeve and started to work on her bonds. Minutes passed and Morley remained downstairs. The knife slipped more times than she would have liked. By the time her wrists were unbound, she had several cuts upon her own hands and arms. Ignoring that pain, and the pain of her ever throbbing wrist, she bent over and undid her legs then her gag. Now, she would have to get downstairs without him hearing.
Montoya knew that that would require an amount of stealth that she simply did not have. Glancing about the room she turned her attention outside. There was the fire escape, which went both down and up. Could it hold her weight without betraying her location? That was when she noticed the ledge that went around the whole building. It was about three inches wide and seemed to span the entire building. She remembered that there was a pile of crates in the back that had been stacked up against the wall. If she could make it to the back of the building, she knew she could get back in.
Not bothering to think of the reasons not to, she quickly set out upon the ledge. She forced herself to put one foot in front of the other and not to look anywhere but directly in front of her. The night cloaked her activity, and for one brief moment she felt more like one of Gotham's vigilantes than the cop that she was. An interminable amount of time passed before she finally reached the spot where the crates were. Only then did she allow herself a moment to gather herself together before lowering herself to the alleyway below.
Montoya approached the door slowly. She kept to the shadows and was afraid that at any moment Morley would discover that she was gone and her element of surprise would be as well. All went well for her, however, and she even found the door still open from where it had slapped shut and rebounded open at Summer's sudden departure. She glanced around her , looking for a suitable weapon. Her little knife had been handy when she had needed it, yet she doubted it would be of much help against Morley. She spotted part of an old muffler's tail pipe and grabbed it up, before re-entering the building.
Having already explored the lower floor, she knew the layout fairly well. Instead of going to the front room the direct route, which was straight down a long hallway, she took a longer route. Passing through several empty rooms she hugged the walls to keep in the shadows. Renee finally reached the entrance to the main front room. There was no door here anymore, it had been forced open long ago.
Crouching low, she peered into the next room, still clutching her make shift club. Morley was standing in front of the main window, looking out of it, apparently searching the dark street. Montoya knew that if she were to just sneak up behind him, he would spot her reflection in the window. He had stuck his gun at the small of his back, as if holstered. She, however, did not see her gun. She wondered if he was carrying it on him, or if he had set it down somewhere.
Cursing, Morley pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number, muttering something that she could not hear. At this point, she did not care. With his hands busy she knew he was not holding her gun. While he started talking quietly into the phone, she decided now was as good a time as any to make her move. Crouching low, she crept into the room, trying to stay out of his line of sight in the window.
Just as Morley hung up his phone, she reached him. Not wasting any time, she grabbed his gun from where it lay exposed and stood. She then pointed the gun at his head, her makeshift club in her other hand.
"Freeze, asshole!"
He swung at her, and was far quicker than Renee had imagined him being. He hit her square in the face, causing her head to whip back. Not that it deterred her. She cocked the hammer of the gun back with her one hand, and with the other blocked a second punch with her pipe. His hand hit the hard metal and he howled, clutching his hand to his body. She then dropped the pipe and gave his hindquarters a swift kick. He fell over already off balance and she placed a foot at his neck, the gun still aimed at him. In the distance she heard the sound of police sirens approaching.
*****
The sun was just rising over the horizon when Montoya was dropped off at the hotel. She was tired and hurting. All she wanted to do was go home to her apartment, but she had made a promise. Several of the officers had offered to take TwoFace back to Arkham for her but she had refused. She wanted to see this thing thru to the end.
Slowly, she made her way back to the room that Dent had rented. She paused, more than a bit nervous. When she had left, he had not been happy. Now with hours to stew and locked to a desk, she was worried that she was going to have to deal with a very upset man. Softly, she knocked on the door to room 202. When she received no answer, she knocked again, louder.
"Harvey?"
When there was still no answer she tried the door which to her surprise was open. When she entered the room, she found it empty. Puzzled, she went over to the desk. Her cuffs were lying on the desk, neatly placed there. Her purse had been opened and some change lay scattered on the desk. Laying next to her cuffs lay a single golden one dollar coin, face down and her cuff keys, which she had forgotten in her purse.
***
An hour later, Montoya was let into her apartment by her landlord. She could not find her keys anywhere and wondered just where she had lost them. Locking the door she pushed it from her mind, deciding to worry about it later. Right now she wanted a hot bath and sleep, in that order. She set her purse and her cell phone on the table next to her answering machine, which was blinking. After plugging in her cell to recharge, she pressed play.
*BEEP*
Renee, it's Momma. Could you come over? Your father found out that Benny is moving in with Alahna. He's quite upset. Call me, please?
"Right, so I can take the brunt of his wrath?" Montoya emptying her pockets contents onto the table. Her father was a good man and she loved him, but he was very opinionated and not afraid to show his disapproval. If she went over there now he would just start in on her as well. Shaking her head, but glad for Benny, she turned on her small stereo system and hit random. As the music started to play she headed off to the bathroom.
Her wounds had been more superficial than anything and the paramedics had placed Nu-skin on her arms where she had cut herself. Unwrapping her wrist, she saw that it was not nearly as swollen as she had expected it to be. She turned on the water in the tub, adding a nice bit of Jasmine oil to the steaming water.
She did not know how long she had been laying in the tub when she suddenly sat upright, and pulled a towel to her. Her music…It was not playing anymore. A knot formed in her stomach as she stepped out of the tub and quickly donned a white bathrobe, tying it securely around her. She crept to the front room, unsure as to why she was so tense.
Looking around the room, everything appeared to be the way she left it. She chastised herself for her paranoia and started to head back to the bathroom. That was when her cell phone rang and she stopped dead in her tracks. She had turned the phone off when she had plugged it in. Slowly, she turned back around towards the table and noticed that things were in fact different. Two roses lay next to her purse, one white and the other red. Her missing keys were also there, next to the ringing phone. And TwoFace's coin, it was gone. She snatched up the phone.
"Hello?"
:: ….It's me.
She recognized his voice anywhere. Running her fingers through her wet hair, she sighed.
"Are you ok, Harvey?"
::I just wanted to apologize for leaving you like that. It was time for us to move on.
"I understand…" She was not sure what to say to him knowing he had been in her home. "You could have just knocked you know."
:: We aren't ready to go back there, not yet. When we are, I'll let you know, ok?
It was the best offer that she was going to get, she realized.
"Sounds fair, I suppose." She stared down at the roses, and picked one up. "Thank you."
:: I've got to go. Goodbye, Renee. Take care.
*CLICK*
Sighing, she hung up the phone and turned it off once more. She should call the incident in. She would have to change her locks now. She picking up the other rose and went into her kitchen and placed the flowers in a bud vase, and returned to her bath. The craziness that was Gotham could wait, just a bit longer. She would handle it tomorrow.
~~~~~~~~~
Yeah! My first fic is officially DONE!
Please review and stay tuned for my next fic centered around the life of the lovely Detective Montoya.
GCPD Files: Family Matters
Montoya paced in the ally, irritably glancing at her watch. She had already been there for fifteen minutes and there was still no sign of her partner or any uniformed officers. She looked hesitantly at the "abandoned" building. Someone was home. A light shone through one of the second floor windows.
Debating what she should do, she mentally kicked herself. Morley had been a far to obvious suspect from the beginning. Even after his domineering and volatile side had shown itself, she still had not truly suspected him. The fraud was more of a cover than anything, Montoya had realized a bit to late. Looking around again, the detective tried to find a payphone, wanting to find out where her back up was. That was when she heard the desperate scream for help that came from within the building.
"Damn," she swore, pulling out her firearm and taking off the safety. She knew that she had to go in now. There was no getting around it. Having given the building the once over already, she knew that there were only two entrances, the front door and the back. The front was padlocked from the outside so that meant there was only one way in and one way out.
Taking a deep breath, she quietly opened the door and slipped inside. A quick check of the room showed it to be empty. She moved into the front of the building, clearing each room as she went. Silently, she prayed for her backup.
~Well, luck never did seem to go my way~ she thought as she stood at the foot of the stairway a few minutes later. Montoya looked up, from the cover of the door jam and saw that the building only seemed to span two more floors. It was about that time that she realized that is was far to quiet in the building. Her movements should have alerted Morley of someone's presence. In the distance she heard the creaking moan of the fire escape.
The fire escape had been in such bad repair that Montoya had ruled it out as a potential exit. She now spared a glance out a nearby window and saw that it was vacant. The detective returned her attention to the stairs, and cautiously started up them. About halfway up, she heard loud crying that came from the next floor.
Curious yet still on high alert, Montoya took the stairs two at a time. Luckily, she maintained a fair amount of stealth, barely making any noise as she raced up. That was, until she reached the landing. When she placed her weight upon it, the floor there gave way and she tumbled quite gracelessly to the floor. She had to make a very pronounce turn of her body to be able to grab the railing and keep herself from falling down the stairs.
"Damn it," she whispered, slightly stunned, but more upset with herself for her clumsy mistake than anything. Her ankle hurt and so did her left wrist, which was from the hand that had grabbed the railing. It throbbed mercilessly. Before she could talk herself out of her next move, she quickly tugged on her left hand. The bone that had popped out of place slid back into position, with a flash of pain.
"Is…Is somebody there? HELP!"
It was Summer's voice. Renee noted to herself that she sounded scared and hurt. There was something else in her voice, something that she could not put her finger on at the moment. Scrambling to her feet, she grabbed her gun once more. Her left arm she drew close to her body in a protective manner.
"GCPD. Is there anyone in here with you?"
As Montoya spoke, her voice took on it's normal authoritative tone. Still cautious, now at the floor as well as for any unknown assailants, she skirted around the hole that she had put in the floor. She stuck close to the wall, figuring that it would be more supported than the center of the floor.
"N…No, he ran off. PLEASE, help me! He hurt me!"
There was a panic to Summer's voice now, yet there was still that something else in her voice. It made Renee pause and check the room before entering it. However the room truly appeared to be empty, aside from Summer who was half lying and half sitting on an old bed tied to it's railing. She was clothed, but was getting soaked with the blood that seeped from numerous wounds on her arms and torso.
"Bella?" Summer asked, lookingat Montoya, confused.
"Detective Montoya, GCPD," Renee clarified for the injured woman as she checked the window that led to the fire escape. It was empty. She then quickly holstered her Berretta and hurried over to Summer, pulling out her Swiss Army knife. She sliced through the woman's rope bonds easily.
"I'm sorry." Summer looked at the detective, with tears in her eyes. She was shaking and Montoya tried her best to calm her. With every effort, Summer seemed to get worse, not better. Still trying to calm her, Renee busied herself cutting strips of cloth from the sheet to bandage her to the best of her ability. It was not pretty, but it seemed to stop the flow of blood. Montoya's growing concern was Summer and her apparent state of shock. She needed professional help, soon. That was when she heard the click of a gun being primed and a voice spoke up from behind her.
"How utterly predictable, pig!"
Montoya froze when she heard Morley's venomous voice. Still focused on Summer, she saw the girl's eyes widen with fear and sorrow. She mouthed "I'm sorry" to Renee one last time, before he continued.
"Please do step away from Summer and place your gun on the floor."
Carefully and slowly she slid her knife into her jacket sleeve as she went to remove her gun. She silently berated herself for letting her guard down and for being so trusting. She stepped away from the injured woman, hoping that if there was gunfire that she would not get caught in the crossfire. Then she knelt down, her eyes on Morley and placed the weapon on the floor.
"Kick it here!"
"Let her go first." It was not a request that she issued. It was a command of her own. His gun remained pointed at her, but he seemed to be considering it. Montoya knew he was weighing is options. He could use Summer against him or continue to train the gun on her. She knew if she could just get Summer out of the building, they both would have a better chance of getting out of this alive.
As it stood, she only seemed to have three ways of getting out of this alive. The first; her back up could actually show. She knew that they eventually would, it was just a matter of whether or not there would be a bullet in her head. The second; Batman could show. She turned that option down. Had he been there, Morley would have been tied up and incapacitated before she had even stepped foot in the building. The third option; she would have to get herself out of this mess. She was not willing to try such a drastic measure, however, until she could get Summer out of harm's way.
"I told you, pig, to slide the gun over here…NOW!"
He was getting agitated, and Montoya knew better than to argue with the man. She thought back to what she had read on the computer and knew he was not planning on killing her right away. He needed TwoFace there, to frame him. Luckily for Dent, he would have a solid alibi if she did not make it out of this. Reluctantly she slid her gun over to Morley.
"Now, let her go! You don't need her."
Much to her surprise, he nodded his head in agreement.
"Go home baby. You did real good. I told you that you wouldn't get to badly hurt. I'll be home soon."
Summer stumbled to her feet, obviously still in shock. Without looking at either of them she ran out of the room as fast as her injuries would allow. Her blood trailed behind her. Renee could hardly fault the girl, for running or her earlier deception. She was just another battered woman, trying to endure. He had probably threatened to kill her if she had not helped him.
"What now, Morley?"
Montoya spoke only after she heard the backdoor slam and she knew that Summer was relatively safe. That was as long as no one else accosted her on her way home. Morley had to be an idiot, to think that he could actually frame Dent for his murders. Physical evidance aside, there was enough trace evidance that he left behind to convict him. It was case closed, even if he did kill her and find away to finger Dent for the murders. She was not about to let him in on that and she kept her mouth shut.
"Put your hands together, in front of you." He grabbed a length of rope from behind him. Slowly, she raised her arms at the elbow, feeling her knife slid even further into her jacket sleeve. She placed her hands together, trying to allow for a small bit of movement on her part. He was not that giving. After tying her to the point of restricting blood flow, he pushed her back towards the bed, causing her to fall on her bottom, hard. He then tied her ankles and gagged her.
"Now be a good girl and wait here." Morley strode out of the room with an arrogant swagger to his step. She listened as he proceeded down the stairs and into the front room. She could not fathom what he was doing down there…Waiting, perhaps? For what? TwoFace? That was when she realized the major flaw in Morley's plan. His plan called for a very specific course of action. The thing with TwoFace was that he was unpredictable. When he flipped for something, he damn well would do whatever the coin told him to…That was until he decided it was time to flip again, whether there was a reason to flip again or not. Morley was counting on a predictable course of action, when Dent was anything but.
Hoping to use that to her advantage, she quickly shook her knife out of her sleeve and started to work on her bonds. Minutes passed and Morley remained downstairs. The knife slipped more times than she would have liked. By the time her wrists were unbound, she had several cuts upon her own hands and arms. Ignoring that pain, and the pain of her ever throbbing wrist, she bent over and undid her legs then her gag. Now, she would have to get downstairs without him hearing.
Montoya knew that that would require an amount of stealth that she simply did not have. Glancing about the room she turned her attention outside. There was the fire escape, which went both down and up. Could it hold her weight without betraying her location? That was when she noticed the ledge that went around the whole building. It was about three inches wide and seemed to span the entire building. She remembered that there was a pile of crates in the back that had been stacked up against the wall. If she could make it to the back of the building, she knew she could get back in.
Not bothering to think of the reasons not to, she quickly set out upon the ledge. She forced herself to put one foot in front of the other and not to look anywhere but directly in front of her. The night cloaked her activity, and for one brief moment she felt more like one of Gotham's vigilantes than the cop that she was. An interminable amount of time passed before she finally reached the spot where the crates were. Only then did she allow herself a moment to gather herself together before lowering herself to the alleyway below.
Montoya approached the door slowly. She kept to the shadows and was afraid that at any moment Morley would discover that she was gone and her element of surprise would be as well. All went well for her, however, and she even found the door still open from where it had slapped shut and rebounded open at Summer's sudden departure. She glanced around her , looking for a suitable weapon. Her little knife had been handy when she had needed it, yet she doubted it would be of much help against Morley. She spotted part of an old muffler's tail pipe and grabbed it up, before re-entering the building.
Having already explored the lower floor, she knew the layout fairly well. Instead of going to the front room the direct route, which was straight down a long hallway, she took a longer route. Passing through several empty rooms she hugged the walls to keep in the shadows. Renee finally reached the entrance to the main front room. There was no door here anymore, it had been forced open long ago.
Crouching low, she peered into the next room, still clutching her make shift club. Morley was standing in front of the main window, looking out of it, apparently searching the dark street. Montoya knew that if she were to just sneak up behind him, he would spot her reflection in the window. He had stuck his gun at the small of his back, as if holstered. She, however, did not see her gun. She wondered if he was carrying it on him, or if he had set it down somewhere.
Cursing, Morley pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number, muttering something that she could not hear. At this point, she did not care. With his hands busy she knew he was not holding her gun. While he started talking quietly into the phone, she decided now was as good a time as any to make her move. Crouching low, she crept into the room, trying to stay out of his line of sight in the window.
Just as Morley hung up his phone, she reached him. Not wasting any time, she grabbed his gun from where it lay exposed and stood. She then pointed the gun at his head, her makeshift club in her other hand.
"Freeze, asshole!"
He swung at her, and was far quicker than Renee had imagined him being. He hit her square in the face, causing her head to whip back. Not that it deterred her. She cocked the hammer of the gun back with her one hand, and with the other blocked a second punch with her pipe. His hand hit the hard metal and he howled, clutching his hand to his body. She then dropped the pipe and gave his hindquarters a swift kick. He fell over already off balance and she placed a foot at his neck, the gun still aimed at him. In the distance she heard the sound of police sirens approaching.
*****
The sun was just rising over the horizon when Montoya was dropped off at the hotel. She was tired and hurting. All she wanted to do was go home to her apartment, but she had made a promise. Several of the officers had offered to take TwoFace back to Arkham for her but she had refused. She wanted to see this thing thru to the end.
Slowly, she made her way back to the room that Dent had rented. She paused, more than a bit nervous. When she had left, he had not been happy. Now with hours to stew and locked to a desk, she was worried that she was going to have to deal with a very upset man. Softly, she knocked on the door to room 202. When she received no answer, she knocked again, louder.
"Harvey?"
When there was still no answer she tried the door which to her surprise was open. When she entered the room, she found it empty. Puzzled, she went over to the desk. Her cuffs were lying on the desk, neatly placed there. Her purse had been opened and some change lay scattered on the desk. Laying next to her cuffs lay a single golden one dollar coin, face down and her cuff keys, which she had forgotten in her purse.
***
An hour later, Montoya was let into her apartment by her landlord. She could not find her keys anywhere and wondered just where she had lost them. Locking the door she pushed it from her mind, deciding to worry about it later. Right now she wanted a hot bath and sleep, in that order. She set her purse and her cell phone on the table next to her answering machine, which was blinking. After plugging in her cell to recharge, she pressed play.
*BEEP*
Renee, it's Momma. Could you come over? Your father found out that Benny is moving in with Alahna. He's quite upset. Call me, please?
"Right, so I can take the brunt of his wrath?" Montoya emptying her pockets contents onto the table. Her father was a good man and she loved him, but he was very opinionated and not afraid to show his disapproval. If she went over there now he would just start in on her as well. Shaking her head, but glad for Benny, she turned on her small stereo system and hit random. As the music started to play she headed off to the bathroom.
Her wounds had been more superficial than anything and the paramedics had placed Nu-skin on her arms where she had cut herself. Unwrapping her wrist, she saw that it was not nearly as swollen as she had expected it to be. She turned on the water in the tub, adding a nice bit of Jasmine oil to the steaming water.
She did not know how long she had been laying in the tub when she suddenly sat upright, and pulled a towel to her. Her music…It was not playing anymore. A knot formed in her stomach as she stepped out of the tub and quickly donned a white bathrobe, tying it securely around her. She crept to the front room, unsure as to why she was so tense.
Looking around the room, everything appeared to be the way she left it. She chastised herself for her paranoia and started to head back to the bathroom. That was when her cell phone rang and she stopped dead in her tracks. She had turned the phone off when she had plugged it in. Slowly, she turned back around towards the table and noticed that things were in fact different. Two roses lay next to her purse, one white and the other red. Her missing keys were also there, next to the ringing phone. And TwoFace's coin, it was gone. She snatched up the phone.
"Hello?"
:: ….It's me.
She recognized his voice anywhere. Running her fingers through her wet hair, she sighed.
"Are you ok, Harvey?"
::I just wanted to apologize for leaving you like that. It was time for us to move on.
"I understand…" She was not sure what to say to him knowing he had been in her home. "You could have just knocked you know."
:: We aren't ready to go back there, not yet. When we are, I'll let you know, ok?
It was the best offer that she was going to get, she realized.
"Sounds fair, I suppose." She stared down at the roses, and picked one up. "Thank you."
:: I've got to go. Goodbye, Renee. Take care.
*CLICK*
Sighing, she hung up the phone and turned it off once more. She should call the incident in. She would have to change her locks now. She picking up the other rose and went into her kitchen and placed the flowers in a bud vase, and returned to her bath. The craziness that was Gotham could wait, just a bit longer. She would handle it tomorrow.
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Yeah! My first fic is officially DONE!
Please review and stay tuned for my next fic centered around the life of the lovely Detective Montoya.
GCPD Files: Family Matters