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So happy that you guys like this as much as it's prequel!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
VI
A Suspect
Dylan and Anthony
My cell phone was ringing and I was too tired to even open my eyes.
"Dylan," Anthony murmured, shaking my shoulder. "Your phone."
I ignored him and buried my face into his bare chest. "Mmph," I mumbled.
Shaking his head, Anthony slid out from under me and sat on the edge of the bed.
I raised my head, surprised when he pulled my cell phone out of the pile of our clothes on the floor. He handed it to me and as I took it, I said, "You're no fun." I answered the phone and listened for a minute. "Okay, we'll be in."
Anthony, who had gone into the closet while I was on the phone, came out already dressed.
I, on the other hand, was pawing through the clothes on the floor, a sheet wrapped around my body. I could feel Anthony's gaze on me and I said, "Just because you're so neat and orderly doesn't mean I am too." I stood up and walked past him to the closet. "Especially after what we did last night."
I threw on my clothes and ran into the bathroom, brushing my hair and teeth and putting on some makeup. I hurried downstairs where Anthony and I each drank a cup of coffee and we split a donut.
"Ready?" I asked Anthony when we were done.
He nodded and pulled on his jacket. He then helped me into my own jacket and grabbed his cane. "My car," he said to me simply.
I grabbed my purse and followed him to the garage.
Anthony
He and Dylan walked into the Agency just as the phone on Bosley's desk rang.
"Sorry!" Dylan said quickly as she sat down on the couch and Anthony sat down in his chair.
"Good morning Angels and Anthony," Charlie said when Bosley turned the speakerphone on.
"Good morning Charlie," Natalie, Alex and I said.
"Good morning," Anthony then said softly.
"What have you been able to find out so far?" Charlie asked.
Dylan began by explaining how she and Anthony had visited the different hardware stores before going to the Getty.
"They didn't have anyone buying the amount of tools that the police had on the list," Dylan was saying.
"Maybe they bought all the stuff at different hardware stores," Natalie said.
"If that's true, then that means there is a group involved, not one person," Alex said.
"What did you find at the Getty?" Charlie asked.
Alex talked to Charlie about the black substance that was found on the wall and the footprints they also found.
"When will the samples be done?" Bosley asked.
"In an hour or so," Alex answered, looking at her watch.
"I think that you should head over to the lab and concentrate on the footprints, the samples from the walls and the security tapes," Charlie said.
Dylan
I paced around the lab, waiting for Alex to get the program running on the computer.
"Okay, its ready Dylan," she said. "Just remember that you're looking for the top half of a shoe print in each database."
"Yeah, yeah. I know Alex," I said as I sat in front of the computer. I glanced over at Anthony and grinned at him as he stood next to me.
"How much longer will this machine take Alex?" Natalie asked from across the room.
There was a buzzing noise and Alex said, "It's done. Nat, get some gloves so you can help me file these away."
While they were doing that, I was looking through the FBI, CIA and state databases. Through Charlie's connections, we were able to look through all the databases on our computer.
I hated doing this, since it took a long time for the computer to go through each database. While waiting for the computer, I picked up a pencil and started scratching some stuff on the pad of paper next to my hand.
"Careful Nat! You almost dropped the dish!" Alex cried out behind us.
I turned around to see Natalie putting a Petri dish down on the counter.
"Sorry," she muttered at Alex. She then looked over at me and grinned sheepishly.
I let out a little giggle, when Anthony tapped my shoulder. I turned back to the computer and saw that it had made a match with one of the footprints.
"Let's see," I said, reading the screen. "'Jacob Norris.'"
"Find anything?" Natalie asked, standing on the other side of me.
"I thought you were helping Alex?" I replied.
"I almost dropped the dish again, so I offered to help you," Natalie answered.
Holding back a laugh, I clicked the print button on the computer. "Well, I don't really need help," I said standing up from the chair. "I've found a match to one of the shoeprints." I grabbed the papers from the printer and read them. I whistled and then handed them to Natalie. "Look at this guy's criminal record."
While Natalie read the papers, Anthony had picked up the next paper that came out of the printer. It was a photograph of Jacob Norris. Anthony grabbed my arm and said, "I know him."
"You do?" Natalie asked, glancing at the picture.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"Hired thief," Anthony answered.
"You mean people hire him to rob places?" I asked.
Anthony nodded his head.
"Wow, then that would explain his criminal record," Natalie said.
"Guys," Alex called to us apprehensively.
We all turned to her. "What's wrong?" Natalie asked. She walked over to Alex, Anthony and I following her.
"The black stuff, it's." Alex started to say. "It's a mixture of cocaine, marijuana, PCP and LSD."
"What!" Natalie exclaimed.
I took the piece of paper that Alex was holding and read it, looking over my shoulder. "Oh my god," I murmured, looking up at Alex.
She looked at me, and I was sure the shock and dismay on her face was on mine too. "This is very bad," she said.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
VI
A Suspect
Dylan and Anthony
My cell phone was ringing and I was too tired to even open my eyes.
"Dylan," Anthony murmured, shaking my shoulder. "Your phone."
I ignored him and buried my face into his bare chest. "Mmph," I mumbled.
Shaking his head, Anthony slid out from under me and sat on the edge of the bed.
I raised my head, surprised when he pulled my cell phone out of the pile of our clothes on the floor. He handed it to me and as I took it, I said, "You're no fun." I answered the phone and listened for a minute. "Okay, we'll be in."
Anthony, who had gone into the closet while I was on the phone, came out already dressed.
I, on the other hand, was pawing through the clothes on the floor, a sheet wrapped around my body. I could feel Anthony's gaze on me and I said, "Just because you're so neat and orderly doesn't mean I am too." I stood up and walked past him to the closet. "Especially after what we did last night."
I threw on my clothes and ran into the bathroom, brushing my hair and teeth and putting on some makeup. I hurried downstairs where Anthony and I each drank a cup of coffee and we split a donut.
"Ready?" I asked Anthony when we were done.
He nodded and pulled on his jacket. He then helped me into my own jacket and grabbed his cane. "My car," he said to me simply.
I grabbed my purse and followed him to the garage.
Anthony
He and Dylan walked into the Agency just as the phone on Bosley's desk rang.
"Sorry!" Dylan said quickly as she sat down on the couch and Anthony sat down in his chair.
"Good morning Angels and Anthony," Charlie said when Bosley turned the speakerphone on.
"Good morning Charlie," Natalie, Alex and I said.
"Good morning," Anthony then said softly.
"What have you been able to find out so far?" Charlie asked.
Dylan began by explaining how she and Anthony had visited the different hardware stores before going to the Getty.
"They didn't have anyone buying the amount of tools that the police had on the list," Dylan was saying.
"Maybe they bought all the stuff at different hardware stores," Natalie said.
"If that's true, then that means there is a group involved, not one person," Alex said.
"What did you find at the Getty?" Charlie asked.
Alex talked to Charlie about the black substance that was found on the wall and the footprints they also found.
"When will the samples be done?" Bosley asked.
"In an hour or so," Alex answered, looking at her watch.
"I think that you should head over to the lab and concentrate on the footprints, the samples from the walls and the security tapes," Charlie said.
Dylan
I paced around the lab, waiting for Alex to get the program running on the computer.
"Okay, its ready Dylan," she said. "Just remember that you're looking for the top half of a shoe print in each database."
"Yeah, yeah. I know Alex," I said as I sat in front of the computer. I glanced over at Anthony and grinned at him as he stood next to me.
"How much longer will this machine take Alex?" Natalie asked from across the room.
There was a buzzing noise and Alex said, "It's done. Nat, get some gloves so you can help me file these away."
While they were doing that, I was looking through the FBI, CIA and state databases. Through Charlie's connections, we were able to look through all the databases on our computer.
I hated doing this, since it took a long time for the computer to go through each database. While waiting for the computer, I picked up a pencil and started scratching some stuff on the pad of paper next to my hand.
"Careful Nat! You almost dropped the dish!" Alex cried out behind us.
I turned around to see Natalie putting a Petri dish down on the counter.
"Sorry," she muttered at Alex. She then looked over at me and grinned sheepishly.
I let out a little giggle, when Anthony tapped my shoulder. I turned back to the computer and saw that it had made a match with one of the footprints.
"Let's see," I said, reading the screen. "'Jacob Norris.'"
"Find anything?" Natalie asked, standing on the other side of me.
"I thought you were helping Alex?" I replied.
"I almost dropped the dish again, so I offered to help you," Natalie answered.
Holding back a laugh, I clicked the print button on the computer. "Well, I don't really need help," I said standing up from the chair. "I've found a match to one of the shoeprints." I grabbed the papers from the printer and read them. I whistled and then handed them to Natalie. "Look at this guy's criminal record."
While Natalie read the papers, Anthony had picked up the next paper that came out of the printer. It was a photograph of Jacob Norris. Anthony grabbed my arm and said, "I know him."
"You do?" Natalie asked, glancing at the picture.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"Hired thief," Anthony answered.
"You mean people hire him to rob places?" I asked.
Anthony nodded his head.
"Wow, then that would explain his criminal record," Natalie said.
"Guys," Alex called to us apprehensively.
We all turned to her. "What's wrong?" Natalie asked. She walked over to Alex, Anthony and I following her.
"The black stuff, it's." Alex started to say. "It's a mixture of cocaine, marijuana, PCP and LSD."
"What!" Natalie exclaimed.
I took the piece of paper that Alex was holding and read it, looking over my shoulder. "Oh my god," I murmured, looking up at Alex.
She looked at me, and I was sure the shock and dismay on her face was on mine too. "This is very bad," she said.