A/N: Big thanks to villianbabe, and Miss Maya for your reviews. Glad to
see that you're reading this!
A/N 2: This chapter isn't all too great, but it sets up part of the plot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters. Nor do I own the Getty Museum or the paintings that are mentioned here.
III
The Getty Heist
Dylan
Anthony and I walked into the office half an hour later.
"What happening Dylan, Anthony?" Bosley said to us from behind his desk.
"Hi Bos," I said, walking over to the couch.
"Hello," Anthony said quietly, sitting down in the armchair next to the couch.
"Where are Nat and Alex?" I asked, sitting down.
"They should be here soon," Bosley answered.
A few seconds later, the door behind me opened and Alex and Natalie walked inside.
"It's an outrage," Alex was saying, waving around a newspaper. "Ten paintings those jerks managed to get away with. It's absolutely unbelievable!"
"What's the matter?" Bosley asked, confused at Alex's ranting.
"I guess you read about the Getty theft Alex?" I said to her as she and Natalie sat down next to me.
"Yes, and it's horrible!" Alex cried.
I glanced over at Anthony and grinned at him. I had been right when I said Alex would be upset over the robbery.
The phone then rang while Alex was still raving about the Getty heist.
"Hold up there Alex," Bosley said. "You've got a job to do." He reached over and pressed a button on his phone, turning on the speakerphone.
"Good morning Angels, Anthony," Charlie said.
"Good morning Charlie," the three of us answered.
"Morning," Anthony said.
"I hope that you're all rested for your new case," Charlie said.
Bosley got up and walked over to us, giving us our files.
"I'm sure that you heard about the robbery at the J.P. Getty Museum," Charlie said.
"We did," Natalie said, glancing at Alex.
"I would like you to meet the owner of the museum, Adam Getty-Ryder," Charlie said.
A door to the side of the projection screen opened and a man walked into the office. He was tall with short blonde hair and green eyes.
"Mr. Ryder has come to us for help in finding the ten paintings that were stolen from the museum," Charlie said.
"That's right. I don't think that the LAPD or the FBI will be able to do a sufficient job in finding the art," Ryder said.
"What were the paintings that were stolen?" Alex asked.
"They took one of our more famous pieces," Ryder said, pointing at the projection screen. "Irises by van Gogh. Then they took Maria-Frederike by Liotard, Marque de Santiago by Goya, Christ on the Cross by Greco, St. Bartholomew by Rembrandt, Young Man in Red by Raphael, Mars and Rhea Sylvia by Rubens, La Promenade by Renoir, Italian Landscape with Riders by Moucheron and Lady Playing a Lute by Veneto."
As Ryder named each painting, a photo of the piece of art appeared on the screen.
"Where were the paintings being kept?" I asked.
"They were hung in buildings two and three," Ryder answered.
"How much would the paintings be worth all together?" Alex asked a few seconds later.
"About nine million dollars if they were sold legally," Ryder answered. "But they'll probably be sold on the black market. There they'll be worth at least twenty six million dollars."
"Was there anything special about the paintings that were taken?" Natalie asked.
"Well, I'm not sure if there's anything else besides the fact that they were worth a lot of money," Ryder said.
"We need to take a look at the buildings where the paintings were taken from," Alex said. "There's bound to be something there we can work with."
Nodding, Ryder said, "That can be done, but you'll have to wait until the museum closes. That way you'll be able to get a good look at the places the paintings were."
"Until then, I'm sure there are other things that we will need to look at," Charlie said.
Ryder looked down at his watch and said, "I need to go. I'll let the guards at the museum know that you're coming after everyone leaves." Nodding goodbye to us, he turned and the left the office.
"Time to get to work Angels, Anthony," Charlie said once Ryder had closed the door behind him.
Later on that afternoon, Anthony and I were driving around Los Angeles. We had been assigned by Charlie to look at all the stores that sold tools and other things that the police had found at the museum. The report that Bosley had given us had a short list and the number of tools they had found.
We had visited a lot of hardware stores that were around the city without really finding anything out.
I pulled into the parking lot of a hardware store a few miles from the museum and Anthony and I got out of the car.
We walked into the store and looked around us before a worker walked over to us.
"Can I help you at all?" he asked.
"Yes. I am Detective White and this is Detective Whitman," I said, showing him the badge Alex had given me at the Agency. "Do you know if anyone came in here to buy these things?" I asked, giving him the piece of paper with the list of items.
Looking over the list, the man scratched his head. "Well, there have been a few people buying some of this stuff, but not in the amounts that are on here," he said, giving the paper back to me.
"Well thank you for your help," I said. Then I turned and left the store, Anthony behind me. I got into the drivers seat of my car and was about to start the engine when my cell phone rang. "Hello," I said when I answered it.
"It's me Dylan," Natalie said. "Alex and I are headed over to the Getty."
"Did you find anything?" I asked.
"Nothing in the black market websites we checked out or the pawn shops I called," Natalie answered.
"Okay. Anthony and I just visited the last hardware store on Alex's list," I said. "Nothing in any of them."
"So I guess we'll be seeing you in a few minutes," Natalie said. "Bye."
"Bye," I said. I hung up the phone and turned to Anthony. "They didn't find anything either."
He nodded and asked, "Are we going to the G-Getty?"
I started the car and left the parking lot. As I drove to the freeway, I said to him. "We'll meet Alex and Nat there in a couple of minutes."
A/N 2: This chapter isn't all too great, but it sets up part of the plot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters. Nor do I own the Getty Museum or the paintings that are mentioned here.
III
The Getty Heist
Dylan
Anthony and I walked into the office half an hour later.
"What happening Dylan, Anthony?" Bosley said to us from behind his desk.
"Hi Bos," I said, walking over to the couch.
"Hello," Anthony said quietly, sitting down in the armchair next to the couch.
"Where are Nat and Alex?" I asked, sitting down.
"They should be here soon," Bosley answered.
A few seconds later, the door behind me opened and Alex and Natalie walked inside.
"It's an outrage," Alex was saying, waving around a newspaper. "Ten paintings those jerks managed to get away with. It's absolutely unbelievable!"
"What's the matter?" Bosley asked, confused at Alex's ranting.
"I guess you read about the Getty theft Alex?" I said to her as she and Natalie sat down next to me.
"Yes, and it's horrible!" Alex cried.
I glanced over at Anthony and grinned at him. I had been right when I said Alex would be upset over the robbery.
The phone then rang while Alex was still raving about the Getty heist.
"Hold up there Alex," Bosley said. "You've got a job to do." He reached over and pressed a button on his phone, turning on the speakerphone.
"Good morning Angels, Anthony," Charlie said.
"Good morning Charlie," the three of us answered.
"Morning," Anthony said.
"I hope that you're all rested for your new case," Charlie said.
Bosley got up and walked over to us, giving us our files.
"I'm sure that you heard about the robbery at the J.P. Getty Museum," Charlie said.
"We did," Natalie said, glancing at Alex.
"I would like you to meet the owner of the museum, Adam Getty-Ryder," Charlie said.
A door to the side of the projection screen opened and a man walked into the office. He was tall with short blonde hair and green eyes.
"Mr. Ryder has come to us for help in finding the ten paintings that were stolen from the museum," Charlie said.
"That's right. I don't think that the LAPD or the FBI will be able to do a sufficient job in finding the art," Ryder said.
"What were the paintings that were stolen?" Alex asked.
"They took one of our more famous pieces," Ryder said, pointing at the projection screen. "Irises by van Gogh. Then they took Maria-Frederike by Liotard, Marque de Santiago by Goya, Christ on the Cross by Greco, St. Bartholomew by Rembrandt, Young Man in Red by Raphael, Mars and Rhea Sylvia by Rubens, La Promenade by Renoir, Italian Landscape with Riders by Moucheron and Lady Playing a Lute by Veneto."
As Ryder named each painting, a photo of the piece of art appeared on the screen.
"Where were the paintings being kept?" I asked.
"They were hung in buildings two and three," Ryder answered.
"How much would the paintings be worth all together?" Alex asked a few seconds later.
"About nine million dollars if they were sold legally," Ryder answered. "But they'll probably be sold on the black market. There they'll be worth at least twenty six million dollars."
"Was there anything special about the paintings that were taken?" Natalie asked.
"Well, I'm not sure if there's anything else besides the fact that they were worth a lot of money," Ryder said.
"We need to take a look at the buildings where the paintings were taken from," Alex said. "There's bound to be something there we can work with."
Nodding, Ryder said, "That can be done, but you'll have to wait until the museum closes. That way you'll be able to get a good look at the places the paintings were."
"Until then, I'm sure there are other things that we will need to look at," Charlie said.
Ryder looked down at his watch and said, "I need to go. I'll let the guards at the museum know that you're coming after everyone leaves." Nodding goodbye to us, he turned and the left the office.
"Time to get to work Angels, Anthony," Charlie said once Ryder had closed the door behind him.
Later on that afternoon, Anthony and I were driving around Los Angeles. We had been assigned by Charlie to look at all the stores that sold tools and other things that the police had found at the museum. The report that Bosley had given us had a short list and the number of tools they had found.
We had visited a lot of hardware stores that were around the city without really finding anything out.
I pulled into the parking lot of a hardware store a few miles from the museum and Anthony and I got out of the car.
We walked into the store and looked around us before a worker walked over to us.
"Can I help you at all?" he asked.
"Yes. I am Detective White and this is Detective Whitman," I said, showing him the badge Alex had given me at the Agency. "Do you know if anyone came in here to buy these things?" I asked, giving him the piece of paper with the list of items.
Looking over the list, the man scratched his head. "Well, there have been a few people buying some of this stuff, but not in the amounts that are on here," he said, giving the paper back to me.
"Well thank you for your help," I said. Then I turned and left the store, Anthony behind me. I got into the drivers seat of my car and was about to start the engine when my cell phone rang. "Hello," I said when I answered it.
"It's me Dylan," Natalie said. "Alex and I are headed over to the Getty."
"Did you find anything?" I asked.
"Nothing in the black market websites we checked out or the pawn shops I called," Natalie answered.
"Okay. Anthony and I just visited the last hardware store on Alex's list," I said. "Nothing in any of them."
"So I guess we'll be seeing you in a few minutes," Natalie said. "Bye."
"Bye," I said. I hung up the phone and turned to Anthony. "They didn't find anything either."
He nodded and asked, "Are we going to the G-Getty?"
I started the car and left the parking lot. As I drove to the freeway, I said to him. "We'll meet Alex and Nat there in a couple of minutes."