Disclaimer: (Since I haven't done it for a couple of chapters) I don't own
Charlie's angels or any of the characters.
VII
Lingering Doubts and Driving
Dylan and Anthony
Anthony and I were walking past the fountain when Alex called out to me.
"I just need to talk to you for a minute," Alex said.
"Sure," I said. I turned to Anthony and asked him to wait for me at my car. When he left, I walked over to Alex. "What's up?"
She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm just having doubts about whether or not we can trust the Thin Man," she said.
I sighed. I had expected Alex to still have her doubts and talk to me about Anthony.
"I know that he's being threatened too, but still, he has tried to kill us before," Alex said quickly.
"His name is Anthony, Alex," I said, trying my best not to sound angry. "And besides, he helped Max and the both of us during the HALO case, and he did save me yesterday. We can trust him Alex; he won't go rouge on us."
"Okay, okay," Alex said. "I just don't want to see you falling for the bad guy again."
"Who said I was falling for him?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. I'm not sure what possessed me to lie about Anthony and me, but I felt that I should.
Alex just raised one eyebrow and gave me a look that said, "Sure you don't."
I just shrugged and said, "I'll call you guys if I find anything in Carmel."
"And we'll call you if we find anything at the FBI office," Alex said. With that, she turned and went back into the office.
When I got to the car, I told Anthony that we had to make a quick stop before we went to Carmel. "I need to get an outfit, and you need to change into a clean suit," I said as I started the car.
"Where are we going to get the clothes?" Anthony signed.
"We have a warehouse a few miles way from here where we keep all the costumes and stuff that we wear on our assignments," I answered.
He nodded at that, and leaned against the seat.
I parked in the back of the warehouse. I got out of the car and took the key to the door out of my pocket. I unlocked the door and let Anthony walk inside first. Then I closed the door behind us. I turned on the lights as I put the key away. I walked over to a computer where we kept a list of all the outfits we had and where they were exactly.
"Come on, the men's suits are back here," I said to Anthony, walking down an aisle. It took a few minutes to get to the row where the suits were. I immediately began to look through the jackets that were hanging there, trying to find one that would fit Anthony. Finally, I was able to find a black pinstripe suit that looked like something he would wear, and it was in his size. I pulled it out and handed it to Anthony. "I'm going to get my clothes and change," I said. "There's a room you can change in at the front. I'll meet you there once I'm done."
Nodding, Anthony turned and walked back towards the front of the warehouse.
I quickly walked over to the women's clothes and looked through the business suits that we had. I decided on a black skirt, dark blue blouse and a black jacket to wear. I changed quickly and grabbed a pair of black high heels. Then I brushed my hair out and put it up into a bun. Finished, I turned and walked to the front where Anthony was waiting for me.
Anthony
Anthony ran his hand over his jacket sleeve. He really liked the suit that Dylan had picked for him. He heard the sound of high heels coming towards him and he looked up.
"That suit looks really great on you," Dylan said, looking him over and nodding.
Looking at Dylan's outfit, which he thought made her look beautiful, Anthony frowned slightly. "Where is the necklace?" he signed.
"I'm wearing it under my blouse," she answered.
Scowling, Anthony nodded and they left the warehouse. Before he could walk over to the passenger side of the car, Dylan stopped him by placing a hand on his arm.
"Why don't you drive us up to Carmel?" she asked, holding out the keys to him.
Signing thank you, Anthony took the keys and got in the driver's seat. He turned on the car and ran his hands over the steering wheel. It seemed like an eternity since he had last driven a beautiful car like this. He then backed the car up and left the warehouse, heading towards the freeway.
Dylan
I watched Anthony as we sped up the freeway to Carmel. He seemed at ease driving, even though he had never driven in my car before. The more I thought about, the more I realized he loved the speed. It gave him the freedom that he couldn't get anywhere else. He didn't have to worry about speaking, and he could forget about who he was. I was an expert on that; it was exactly how I felt when I drove my car.
I looked at him now, his still ungelled hair blowing in the wind, and I was amazed at how different he looked driving. Calm, with a small smile on his face-he looked like an entirely different person.
As if feeling my gaze, Anthony reached out with one hand and tugged a piece of hair out of my bun. Then he pulled it off my head.
"Ouch!" I said, touching the place where the lock of hair had been. "I thought I said no hair pulling."
Looking at me from the corner of his eye, Anthony rubbed my hair against his cheek and then under his nose, inhaling deeply, eyes still on the road. Then as he put the lock of hair into his pocket, he smirked.
I sighed and leaned back into my seat, trying to ignore the slight throb where the hair had been yanked from. I guess that the hair pulling thing was something that only I would have to get used to. I looked out the window for a few moments, and then I reached forward and turned on the radio and put on my Rolling Stones cd.
When 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' started to play, Anthony looked at me, obviously annoyed by the music.
I smiled widely at him and said innocently, "That's for pulling out my hair."
He glared at me and then pressed down on the gas, speeding up and driving towards the off ramp.
VII
Lingering Doubts and Driving
Dylan and Anthony
Anthony and I were walking past the fountain when Alex called out to me.
"I just need to talk to you for a minute," Alex said.
"Sure," I said. I turned to Anthony and asked him to wait for me at my car. When he left, I walked over to Alex. "What's up?"
She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm just having doubts about whether or not we can trust the Thin Man," she said.
I sighed. I had expected Alex to still have her doubts and talk to me about Anthony.
"I know that he's being threatened too, but still, he has tried to kill us before," Alex said quickly.
"His name is Anthony, Alex," I said, trying my best not to sound angry. "And besides, he helped Max and the both of us during the HALO case, and he did save me yesterday. We can trust him Alex; he won't go rouge on us."
"Okay, okay," Alex said. "I just don't want to see you falling for the bad guy again."
"Who said I was falling for him?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. I'm not sure what possessed me to lie about Anthony and me, but I felt that I should.
Alex just raised one eyebrow and gave me a look that said, "Sure you don't."
I just shrugged and said, "I'll call you guys if I find anything in Carmel."
"And we'll call you if we find anything at the FBI office," Alex said. With that, she turned and went back into the office.
When I got to the car, I told Anthony that we had to make a quick stop before we went to Carmel. "I need to get an outfit, and you need to change into a clean suit," I said as I started the car.
"Where are we going to get the clothes?" Anthony signed.
"We have a warehouse a few miles way from here where we keep all the costumes and stuff that we wear on our assignments," I answered.
He nodded at that, and leaned against the seat.
I parked in the back of the warehouse. I got out of the car and took the key to the door out of my pocket. I unlocked the door and let Anthony walk inside first. Then I closed the door behind us. I turned on the lights as I put the key away. I walked over to a computer where we kept a list of all the outfits we had and where they were exactly.
"Come on, the men's suits are back here," I said to Anthony, walking down an aisle. It took a few minutes to get to the row where the suits were. I immediately began to look through the jackets that were hanging there, trying to find one that would fit Anthony. Finally, I was able to find a black pinstripe suit that looked like something he would wear, and it was in his size. I pulled it out and handed it to Anthony. "I'm going to get my clothes and change," I said. "There's a room you can change in at the front. I'll meet you there once I'm done."
Nodding, Anthony turned and walked back towards the front of the warehouse.
I quickly walked over to the women's clothes and looked through the business suits that we had. I decided on a black skirt, dark blue blouse and a black jacket to wear. I changed quickly and grabbed a pair of black high heels. Then I brushed my hair out and put it up into a bun. Finished, I turned and walked to the front where Anthony was waiting for me.
Anthony
Anthony ran his hand over his jacket sleeve. He really liked the suit that Dylan had picked for him. He heard the sound of high heels coming towards him and he looked up.
"That suit looks really great on you," Dylan said, looking him over and nodding.
Looking at Dylan's outfit, which he thought made her look beautiful, Anthony frowned slightly. "Where is the necklace?" he signed.
"I'm wearing it under my blouse," she answered.
Scowling, Anthony nodded and they left the warehouse. Before he could walk over to the passenger side of the car, Dylan stopped him by placing a hand on his arm.
"Why don't you drive us up to Carmel?" she asked, holding out the keys to him.
Signing thank you, Anthony took the keys and got in the driver's seat. He turned on the car and ran his hands over the steering wheel. It seemed like an eternity since he had last driven a beautiful car like this. He then backed the car up and left the warehouse, heading towards the freeway.
Dylan
I watched Anthony as we sped up the freeway to Carmel. He seemed at ease driving, even though he had never driven in my car before. The more I thought about, the more I realized he loved the speed. It gave him the freedom that he couldn't get anywhere else. He didn't have to worry about speaking, and he could forget about who he was. I was an expert on that; it was exactly how I felt when I drove my car.
I looked at him now, his still ungelled hair blowing in the wind, and I was amazed at how different he looked driving. Calm, with a small smile on his face-he looked like an entirely different person.
As if feeling my gaze, Anthony reached out with one hand and tugged a piece of hair out of my bun. Then he pulled it off my head.
"Ouch!" I said, touching the place where the lock of hair had been. "I thought I said no hair pulling."
Looking at me from the corner of his eye, Anthony rubbed my hair against his cheek and then under his nose, inhaling deeply, eyes still on the road. Then as he put the lock of hair into his pocket, he smirked.
I sighed and leaned back into my seat, trying to ignore the slight throb where the hair had been yanked from. I guess that the hair pulling thing was something that only I would have to get used to. I looked out the window for a few moments, and then I reached forward and turned on the radio and put on my Rolling Stones cd.
When 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' started to play, Anthony looked at me, obviously annoyed by the music.
I smiled widely at him and said innocently, "That's for pulling out my hair."
He glared at me and then pressed down on the gas, speeding up and driving towards the off ramp.