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Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters. Nor do I own the Getty Museum.
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At the Lab
Dylan and Anthony
"Find anything of importance?" Crown asked as we entered the lobby.
"Nothing really," I said.
"We think, though, that the security tapes from last night will be important," Alex said.
"Oh, well I'm not sure if they kept the tapes from last night, but I'll check for you," Crown said, looking nervous. "Wait here." She went up the metal staircase and over to an office that was above us.
"She's gotta be in on this," Natalie whispered when the door to the office closed.
"I don't know Nat," Alex said. "She could be stressed out because of the robbery."
"Then why doesn't she seem to want to help us?" I asked.
"Look, we should just concentrate on what we found and the tapes for now. We shouldn't start placing the blame on anyone until we know things for sure. Okay?" Alex said.
"Sure Alex," Natalie said.
Anthony nodded and I gave her a mock salute.
Alex rolled her eyes as the office door above us opened.
Crown came down the stairs, carrying a few videotapes. "There aren't too many," she said as she gave them to Natalie. "Some of the cameras are broken."
"When did they break?" I asked suspiciously.
"Um, well the maintenance people believe they broke early yesterday morning," Crown answered. "I have to go; the trolley is here for you. Good-bye." She turned and went back up the stairs to the office.
Natalie and I glanced over at Alex, giving her questioning looks.
"Come on, we've got work to do," Alex said brusquely. She walked across the lobby and over to the doors to the trolley.
Anthony
He drove Dylan's car out of the Getty and onto the 405 freeway. As they headed towards the Agency's lab, Anthony watched Dylan as she took out the plastic bag with the black stuff from the wall in the Getty.
"I wonder how this stuff got on the walls,' she said out loud.
Concentrating on driving, Anthony couldn't really answer her question. But he did say, "It looks like t-tar."
"Yeah, it does," Dylan said, nodding. Then she shook her head. "But we need to wait until Alex looks at this stuff." She threw the bag back into the briefcase at her feet, closing the lid. She pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her jacket and settled back into the seat as Anthony flew down the freeway.
Dylan
"So how long is this going to take exactly?" I asked Alex.
"Well," she answered. "I want to test every sample we've got. That should take at lease eighteen hours."
"We going to pull an all-nighter?" Natalie asked as she helped Alex prepare the samples for the machine.
"No. Luckily these machines can be left alone until the tests are done," Alex said.
"Thank god for small favors," I said as Anthony and I were scanning the six shoeprints onto the computer.
"Long night yesterday?" Alex asked wryly.
I waved my hand in a dismissive way, not wanting to answer that particular question.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Natalie and Alex glancing at each other. Then Natalie said, "That definitely means yes." They started giggling at that.
"Very funny you guys," I said, turning to them since Anthony and I had finished.
"Well, at least you're not with the bad guy this time," Alex said, smiling.
I got up from my chair and looked at Anthony who was rolling his eyes in exasperation. I smiled as I walked over to stand at the counter across from Natalie and Alex. "You guys need to really find something else to worry about besides Anthony's and my love life," I said, putting my chin in my hand.
Natalie and Alex looked up at me and we all started to laugh. After a while, Alex took the tray with the samples and slid it into the machine.
"Okay that's done," Alex said. "There's nothing that we really need to stay for."
"Alright, let's get out of here Anthony," I said, pushing back from the counter.
"See you two tomorrow morning," Alex said as we left the lab.
"Good night!" Natalie said.
"See you tomorrow," I yelled back into the lab as we walked out.
Anthony
Dylan sped up the Pacific Coast Highway to the restaurant they were going to get dinner at.
Anthony looked out at the ocean as they drove up the coast to Malibu.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Dylan asked, seeing what he was looking at.
"The ocean is beautiful too," Anthony said slowly.
Dylan looked over at him and grinned. "You're sweet," she said. She pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and they got out of the car.
They walked inside and stood in line to order their food.
"Want to eat here or back at the house?" Dylan asked.
"By the ocean," Anthony said.
"Sounds like a good idea," Dylan said smiling.
They got their food and went back to the car, Anthony driving to their spot next to the ocean.
When they got there, Dylan climbed into the backseat and when Anthony sat next to her, she handed him his food. They then ate in silence, watching the sun drop behind the water.
Dylan
After we ate dinner, I let Anthony drive back to our house. "We need to do that more often," I said as we pulled into the garage and got out of the car.
Nodding, Anthony locked the doors and threw the keys to me.
I walked into the house and took off my jacket. "You know what," I said, turning to Anthony.
"What?" he asked, smirking.
"We should go to bed early tonight," I said.
Anthony turned to me, pushing me up against the wall gently. "Good idea," he said, slipping a hand under my shirt and bringing his lips to mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters. Nor do I own the Getty Museum.
V
At the Lab
Dylan and Anthony
"Find anything of importance?" Crown asked as we entered the lobby.
"Nothing really," I said.
"We think, though, that the security tapes from last night will be important," Alex said.
"Oh, well I'm not sure if they kept the tapes from last night, but I'll check for you," Crown said, looking nervous. "Wait here." She went up the metal staircase and over to an office that was above us.
"She's gotta be in on this," Natalie whispered when the door to the office closed.
"I don't know Nat," Alex said. "She could be stressed out because of the robbery."
"Then why doesn't she seem to want to help us?" I asked.
"Look, we should just concentrate on what we found and the tapes for now. We shouldn't start placing the blame on anyone until we know things for sure. Okay?" Alex said.
"Sure Alex," Natalie said.
Anthony nodded and I gave her a mock salute.
Alex rolled her eyes as the office door above us opened.
Crown came down the stairs, carrying a few videotapes. "There aren't too many," she said as she gave them to Natalie. "Some of the cameras are broken."
"When did they break?" I asked suspiciously.
"Um, well the maintenance people believe they broke early yesterday morning," Crown answered. "I have to go; the trolley is here for you. Good-bye." She turned and went back up the stairs to the office.
Natalie and I glanced over at Alex, giving her questioning looks.
"Come on, we've got work to do," Alex said brusquely. She walked across the lobby and over to the doors to the trolley.
Anthony
He drove Dylan's car out of the Getty and onto the 405 freeway. As they headed towards the Agency's lab, Anthony watched Dylan as she took out the plastic bag with the black stuff from the wall in the Getty.
"I wonder how this stuff got on the walls,' she said out loud.
Concentrating on driving, Anthony couldn't really answer her question. But he did say, "It looks like t-tar."
"Yeah, it does," Dylan said, nodding. Then she shook her head. "But we need to wait until Alex looks at this stuff." She threw the bag back into the briefcase at her feet, closing the lid. She pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her jacket and settled back into the seat as Anthony flew down the freeway.
Dylan
"So how long is this going to take exactly?" I asked Alex.
"Well," she answered. "I want to test every sample we've got. That should take at lease eighteen hours."
"We going to pull an all-nighter?" Natalie asked as she helped Alex prepare the samples for the machine.
"No. Luckily these machines can be left alone until the tests are done," Alex said.
"Thank god for small favors," I said as Anthony and I were scanning the six shoeprints onto the computer.
"Long night yesterday?" Alex asked wryly.
I waved my hand in a dismissive way, not wanting to answer that particular question.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Natalie and Alex glancing at each other. Then Natalie said, "That definitely means yes." They started giggling at that.
"Very funny you guys," I said, turning to them since Anthony and I had finished.
"Well, at least you're not with the bad guy this time," Alex said, smiling.
I got up from my chair and looked at Anthony who was rolling his eyes in exasperation. I smiled as I walked over to stand at the counter across from Natalie and Alex. "You guys need to really find something else to worry about besides Anthony's and my love life," I said, putting my chin in my hand.
Natalie and Alex looked up at me and we all started to laugh. After a while, Alex took the tray with the samples and slid it into the machine.
"Okay that's done," Alex said. "There's nothing that we really need to stay for."
"Alright, let's get out of here Anthony," I said, pushing back from the counter.
"See you two tomorrow morning," Alex said as we left the lab.
"Good night!" Natalie said.
"See you tomorrow," I yelled back into the lab as we walked out.
Anthony
Dylan sped up the Pacific Coast Highway to the restaurant they were going to get dinner at.
Anthony looked out at the ocean as they drove up the coast to Malibu.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Dylan asked, seeing what he was looking at.
"The ocean is beautiful too," Anthony said slowly.
Dylan looked over at him and grinned. "You're sweet," she said. She pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and they got out of the car.
They walked inside and stood in line to order their food.
"Want to eat here or back at the house?" Dylan asked.
"By the ocean," Anthony said.
"Sounds like a good idea," Dylan said smiling.
They got their food and went back to the car, Anthony driving to their spot next to the ocean.
When they got there, Dylan climbed into the backseat and when Anthony sat next to her, she handed him his food. They then ate in silence, watching the sun drop behind the water.
Dylan
After we ate dinner, I let Anthony drive back to our house. "We need to do that more often," I said as we pulled into the garage and got out of the car.
Nodding, Anthony locked the doors and threw the keys to me.
I walked into the house and took off my jacket. "You know what," I said, turning to Anthony.
"What?" he asked, smirking.
"We should go to bed early tonight," I said.
Anthony turned to me, pushing me up against the wall gently. "Good idea," he said, slipping a hand under my shirt and bringing his lips to mine.