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Replies: Black Storm: Kiki, she has to cut off there!! Otherwise, you'll all know what happens. CLIFFHANGER! Thanks for reviewing. Barbara: You'll have to wait and see what happens! (Especially since I don't know, either. Lol.) Hope this satisfies you! Willows: She's too good! I hope this chapter is good enough. Sorry it took so long. L. McGonagall: Too bad for Lars, man! He's a murderer! He deserves whatever can of whoop ass Bobby unleashes on him! Melanie L: Hope you'll read this chapter. Thanks for reviewing. Black Storm: You already reviewed!! I know, I have HARD competition. Tough competition. It sucks. Hey, YOU try writing a fic with her and try to look pro next to her! She's way too good. Anonymous Reviewer: Thanks for reviewing. It is perfect, hey? That's only because Amy wrote it. Oh well!
~Author's Notes~
Sylphide: Well, well, well. Here I am. I haven't seen you all since chapter two --- my best work so far. I was trying to live up to Amy . unfortunately, that does not seem to be possible! Damn her for being so good! This chapter is going to be . well . different. Sorry it took so long, really. I have had so much homework, my God. It's not fair. I also started reading this series of novels called The Mediator. Go read them today. They're so good. The first one is called Shadowland. The second is The Ninth Key, and the third is Reunion. The fourth is called Darkest Hour, and the fifth is Haunted. All right, now that I'm done plugging authors (Jenny Carroll, a.k.a. Meg Cabot --- yes, the Princess Diaries writer), it's time you all stopped reading this crap and got onto the fic! See you all in chapter six!
RivErStaR: Thank you to all of those who reviewed my last chapter. It really made my days. I won't crap on too much here just to enjoy the fic!!! Syl's great isn't she?!
Another note from Syl: LISTEN GUYS! I KNOW that Alex's eyes are brown, not blue. I accidentally used a simile in regards to her eyes being blue, so if that doesn't bother you, that's great. If it does bother you, we have an alternate description for you to use. Please follow the asterisk to the bottom of the page and you'll see it! By the way, Amy wrote the alternate so it's wonderful.
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Niflheim: Chapter Four
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Detective Robert Goren snuck around the edge of the wall and spotted the woman that he had been searching for the physical world and in his emotional reality. He saw the golden-haired angel with the blue eyes that rivaled the famed livened skies of Saskatchewan, Canada. Bobby had only been there once, but he had spent half of the trip with his head up, marveling at the blue massiveness of it all --- marveling at its beauty.
The effect that that kind of blue could have on Bobby was rare. Not many things touched him so deeply. But Alex's intense blue eyes were right up there with the Land of the Living Skies' namesake. *
"Bobby," Alex called out, struggling against her bonds.
"Alex!" Bobby exclaimed, all dignity forgotten as he ran gleefully toward his partner. "I'm going to get you out of here."
"Not so fast," Lars Fenaisyn said as he stepped in between Alex and Bobby. "I wouldn't bet on that." He walked swiftly and powerfully over to a simple wooden table. He picked up a gun that had nothing simple about it.
Bobby exhaled slowly. "Lars," he began, "please don't do anything rash."
"Rash?" Lars laughed. "That's funny." He turned his back on Bobby and pointed the gun at Alex's head. "Say goodbye, Robert."
"NO!"
Bobby sat up in his bed, sweating and shaking. He looked around wildly, as if Alex was in his room with him and the scene in his dream was being re-enacted a mere five feet from where he lay.
No luck as to the closeness of Alex. In his mind, Alex was right there with him, but physically she was gone --- kidnapped, held against her will by the man who had ruined Bobby's life so many times before. Too many times.
What really surprised Bobby was how he had felt when he had seen Alex in his dream. Did he really feel like that about his partner? Bobby shook off the thought. He cared about Alex, but getting confused about his emotional feelings for her was not the best thing at the moment. He needed to be strong --- he needed to find her.
Then he could be as confused as he wanted to be.
Then he could have his best friend back. His partner could come back to work and he could get rid of this Nicolas Parker character. Bobby stuck by his insecurities about the man from the previous night --- there was a strange carefulness about him; the way that his green eyes had a slightly insane tint to them; the way that his smile didn't reach his eyes.
Bobby shook his mind free of the thoughts. He needed to focus on bringing Alex back where she belonged --- with him. At One Police Plaza. As a detective. As a friend. A confidante. As something he knew he couldn't live without. Maybe, even, perhaps as something more.
Bobby had gone through this before --- after all, Lars Fenaisyn had killed 6 of his partners before. He had lost 6 friends to this evil man. But Alex was different. He had become so comfortable with Alex that he felt at ease to share his thoughts and feelings with her. He could trust her with his life and she could trust him with hers. Bobby didn't want to violate that trust. She wasn't going to die.
He couldn't let that happen.
~~*~~
Alex had never liked McDonald's.
It wasn't a personal thing; she just didn't have a sweet tooth in regards to burgers saturated in grease and fries covered in that same liquid. It was too fattening, not a good thing for Alex Eames. Although she had an amazing metabolism and could eat chocolate after chocolate without gaining weight, Alex didn't want to risk it. Becoming, um, "hefty" was not something a police officer wanted. Especially not an officer like Alexandra Eames, who thought that becoming fat would only prove the doubters' point even further --- she wasn't meant to be a cop, and she didn't have the talent to be partnered with Robert Goren.
But at this moment, Alex would have killed for the Big Mac that Lars was eating.
He sat at a plain wooden table, sipping on a super-sized drink that looked mysteriously like Diet Coke. In his hands was the most delicious- looking hamburger Alex had seen in her life.
Alex pried her eyes away and told herself that McDonald's was not what she wanted to eat. It just wasn't healthy. She was shocked at her own greed for the food that she'd always despised. "It's just the situation," she whispered to herself.
"What was that, Alexandra?" Lars asked, finishing off his burger and turning to Alex.
Alex didn't answer. Lars reached for his whip and promptly struck Alex with it. She didn't even wince. Lars frowned. She wasn't like the others.
"Answer me," Lars growled, becoming frustrated.
"What's wrong, Lars?" Alex gave him a look that clearly read "You are not in charge here, you never will be, so don't even waste your time". "Are you upset that I won't scream in pain? Are you angry that I'm not caving in?"
Lars frowned at Alex but didn't answer. He hit her again. Again, she didn't flinch. Lars balled his hands into fists and turned toward the table again, sipping his Diet Coke.
Alex watched him, pleased that she'd struck a nerve. Now, if she could ward him off for a little while longer, maybe she could buy Bobby some time to reach her, before it was too late.
~*~*~*~
Bobby marched into work, his sharp eyes scanning the room for Deakins. He was not in Bobby's sight. Neither, Bobby comfortably realized, was Nicolas Parker. He walked briskly into Deakins' office.
The captain sat at his desk, talking to Nicolas Parker. Deakins had a strange look in his eye. Neither of the men had noticed Bobby, so Bobby shrunk back outside his office and listened to their conversation.
"Listen, Nicolas," Deakins was saying. "What you're asking me is impossible."
"You're telling me that it's impossible to reassign Detective Goren to another case?" asked Parker.
Deakins snorted, and Bobby imagined that he was wearing his famous "This man is insane" look. "I'm not going to take Bobby off the case."
"He's too emotionally involved," Parker persisted.
"With Bobby, that's a good thing. Especially since it's Alex that's missing. He's pushing to the limit and beyond to find her."
There was some shuffling, and Bobby risked a glance. Parker had stood up and was leaning against his chair. He was also speaking.
"Listen, James, I don't know Eames, but---"
"That's right," Deakins said. "You don't know her. I do. I also know what you're thinking. And you're wrong. Alex is not dead."
Bobby's eyes widened in surprise. Shocked, he listened closer.
"She might be," Parker said heavily.
"Now that," Deakins laughed, "is insane. Alexandra Eames is the strongest woman I have ever known in all my experience on the force. She is very smart. She knows what to do and how to handle herself. Besides, this time, Lars Fenaisyn wants Bobby to come get her. Bobby knows that. You know it. This time, he wants to kill Bobby, not Alex. He wants Bobby to come and get her."
Parker tilted his head. "And you're going to let him."
"Damn right I'm going to let him. Bobby is a highly intelligent individual. Lars Fenaisyn is just not within his range. Lars is expecting an overemotional Robert Goren to come dashing in wildly, unprepared and with no backup. Lars is not getting that. I know it, you know it, Bobby knows it, and Alex knows it. The only unsuspecting person here is Fenaisyn."
Parker scoffed at that. "I'm sure he doesn't know," he stated sarcastically. "I have work to do, James." He turned and walked out of the door. Bobby just moved out of the way soon enough so that Parker didn't see him.
Bobby watched his retreating back, then turned and went straight into Deakins' office. "James," he announced, "I---"
"You heard the whole thing," Deakins finished. "I know. I'm not as ignorant as that man."
"I would hope not," commented Bobby. "Listen, Deakins, I don't like that guy. He seems kind of shady."
"He's a cop, Bobby," ADA Carver said as he walked into Deakins' office. "All of us guys in the court system and the force are shady."
Deakins laughed. "Carver has a point, Bobby. But I know what you mean. He seems awfully eager to get this investigation over with and done quickly."
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Lars was sitting, motionless, at the table, contemplating what Alex had just said to him. "She's right," Lars realized. Soon after he said that, he noticed that Alex hadn't commented on his remark. He looked at her and realized that she had fallen asleep.
Lars grinned. "So much for not being in control," he muttered as he walked toward Alex, reaching down for her.
~~~
Alex woke up an hour later, enraged that she could allow herself to fall asleep. She looked down at herself and frowned. "These are not my clothes," Alex said aloud.
She was wearing a short, black leather miniskirt and a short white ribbed tank top under a black leather vest. A pair of high black leather boots with insanely high heels completed the outfit. "I look like a hooker," she muttered, glaring at Lars, who was grinning evilly.
"I think with that outfit, you should be the one with the whip," he told her.
"I think it's best that under the circumstances, I do not have the whip, because if I ever get my hands on it or another dangerous weapon, I will not be responsible for my actions," Alex shot back.
Lars laughed. "Ooh, feisty," he commented as he leaned forward to slap Alex's hands. She had been trying to remove the ugly vest. "Uh uh uh," Lars taunted. "Don't take it off --- yet."
Alex wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I don't think so, Lars," she told him. In one swift movement, she'd taken off her right boot and hit him on the head with the dangerous heels. He fell to the floor next to her, unconscious.
She laughed aloud. "Did I forget to mention that you should never underestimate the power of a pissed off female cop with hooker boots?" she asked Lars, who, of course, did not respond. She reached for her other boot and quickly used the sharp heel to saw through the ropes that bound her.
Alex stood up. She was free. She checked Lars to see if he was dead. Unfortunately, he was just knocked out. She tied his hands and feet together and reached for his cell phone. She dialed Bobby's number.
~*~*~*~
Bobby was sitting at his desk, contemplating how to save Alex for the thousandth time, when his phone rang. He lazily reached for it, having given up the hope that it was someone with news of Alex a long time ago.
"Hello?"
"Bobby?"
Bobby Goren practically jumped in his seat. "Alex? Are you all right? Where's Lars? Where are you?"
There was some soft laughter over the phone. "Lars is unconscious. He took it upon himself to make me wear hooker boots with these deadly looking heels. Who would ever wear them? It must give people blisters like hell. Anyway, I'm not sure where --- ah!"
Alex screamed, "Bobby? Bobby? Help!"
Bobby listened carefully as he signaled a passing officer to run a trace on the call ASAP. "Robert? Is this you?" came a sickening voice.
"Where's Alex, Lars?" Bobby demanded.
Lars laughed. "Why, Alexandra is right here, Robert. I'd ask you if you wanted to say hello but she's a little tied up at the moment."
Bobby heard some shuffling and grunting that he knew must have been coming from a tied up Alex. "If you lay a hand on her, I am going to hunt you down and kill you. No, first I'm going to tear you apart, limb from limb, and roast whatever's left of you on a spit over an open fire, singing 'Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire'. Except the words won't be chestnuts, it'll be 'Fenaisyn Roasting On An Open Fire'. I swear, Lars, if you even harm---"
Lars stopped Bobby. "Robert, please. I'm not going to hurt her, don't worry. I need her at the moment. I won't harm a hair on her pretty little head --- yet. Goodbye, Robert." He hung up.
Frustrated, Bobby slammed down the phone. "Did the trace run?" he asked the officer who had attempted it.
The officer shook his head. "It was a cell phone, equipped with an anti-tracing device. They sell them on the black market."
"As in the mob's black market?" Bobby asked.
The officer shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? I didn't even know the mob had a black market until a few weeks ago. We were running a drug bust."
Bobby gave him a look. "All right. That will be all. Thanks for trying, though."
The officer smiled and left. Just as he left Bobby's vision, Nicolas Parker came up and sat next to Bobby.
"I heard your conversation. It's really too bad that the trace didn't run. You did get to speak to Alex, though. How is she doing?"
Bobby looked at him, hatred for this man running through his veins. "How would you be doing under the circumstances?" he asked.
"I wouldn't be stupid enough to be captured in the first place," replied Parker.
Bobby stood up. Defensively, Parker followed suit. "That is it, Nicolas! I can't take this anymore from you! It's almost as if you want Alex to be killed! It's like you want Lars Fenaisyn to kill her! And for him to kill me!" Filled with rage, Bobby threw himself at Nicolas Parker. The two men rolled around the floor, attacking each other with their fists.
Deakins heard the noise from his office and came running out. He sighed, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby." He shrugged to another officer who was watching. "It was bound to happen sometime." He stepped forward and motioned for the surrounding officers to break the fight up. "Send Goren and Parker to my office when they've settled down," he ordered to no one in particular.
~~~ * Detective Robert Goren snuck around the edge of the wall and spotted the woman that he had been searching for in the physical world and in his emotional reality. He saw the golden-haired angel with the brown eyes that rivaled the famed livened earth of "the Outback," Australia. Bobby had only been there once, but he had spent half of the trip with his head down, marveling at the richness of it all --- marveling at its beauty.
The effect that that kind of brown could have on Bobby was rare. Not many things touched him so deeply. But Alex's intense brown eyes were right up there with the Land of the Earthy Soils' namesake.
~*~*~*~
~*~Author's Notes~*~
Sylphide: Well, that's chapter four! Again, apologies for the delay.. You would not believe the couple of weeks that I've had. Homework galore, etc. Anyway, please review! No flames, though! Thank you for even reading the chapter. If you've gotten this far, you have willpower! Kudos to you. lol. See you all in chapter six! Oh, and by the way, if anyone's wondering about the Saskatchewan skies/Alex's eyes simile I made in the first part of the chapter, yes, I am from Saskatchewan. Yes, it really is that beautiful here! lol! Remember, I do know that Alex's eyes are brown, but remember, we have the alternate!
RivErStaR: Damn Syl . now what am I supposed to do? I just love this - isn't she the greatest? Well, it looks like you'll be up for an extra special action packed 5th chapter (maybe *evil laugh*) About the alternate simile, yes, I am from Australia!
Additional Disclaimer: (I put it here so as not to ruin the fic for you all!!) We don't own, nor claim to own anything to do with Mc Donald's (I could say something about that here but with the risk of being sued - I'll just keep my mouth shut!!). That means that 'Big Mac' doesn't belong to us nor does the name 'Diet Coke.' They were merely borrowed for the sake of this fic and really, we're not making any money from this fic. But if there are any Mc Donald's folk out there reading this (or 'Diet Coke' peoples for that matter), you should be thanking us for promoting your products out of the kindness of our hearts!!!
Replies: Black Storm: Kiki, she has to cut off there!! Otherwise, you'll all know what happens. CLIFFHANGER! Thanks for reviewing. Barbara: You'll have to wait and see what happens! (Especially since I don't know, either. Lol.) Hope this satisfies you! Willows: She's too good! I hope this chapter is good enough. Sorry it took so long. L. McGonagall: Too bad for Lars, man! He's a murderer! He deserves whatever can of whoop ass Bobby unleashes on him! Melanie L: Hope you'll read this chapter. Thanks for reviewing. Black Storm: You already reviewed!! I know, I have HARD competition. Tough competition. It sucks. Hey, YOU try writing a fic with her and try to look pro next to her! She's way too good. Anonymous Reviewer: Thanks for reviewing. It is perfect, hey? That's only because Amy wrote it. Oh well!
~Author's Notes~
Sylphide: Well, well, well. Here I am. I haven't seen you all since chapter two --- my best work so far. I was trying to live up to Amy . unfortunately, that does not seem to be possible! Damn her for being so good! This chapter is going to be . well . different. Sorry it took so long, really. I have had so much homework, my God. It's not fair. I also started reading this series of novels called The Mediator. Go read them today. They're so good. The first one is called Shadowland. The second is The Ninth Key, and the third is Reunion. The fourth is called Darkest Hour, and the fifth is Haunted. All right, now that I'm done plugging authors (Jenny Carroll, a.k.a. Meg Cabot --- yes, the Princess Diaries writer), it's time you all stopped reading this crap and got onto the fic! See you all in chapter six!
RivErStaR: Thank you to all of those who reviewed my last chapter. It really made my days. I won't crap on too much here just to enjoy the fic!!! Syl's great isn't she?!
Another note from Syl: LISTEN GUYS! I KNOW that Alex's eyes are brown, not blue. I accidentally used a simile in regards to her eyes being blue, so if that doesn't bother you, that's great. If it does bother you, we have an alternate description for you to use. Please follow the asterisk to the bottom of the page and you'll see it! By the way, Amy wrote the alternate so it's wonderful.
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Niflheim: Chapter Four
~*~*~
Detective Robert Goren snuck around the edge of the wall and spotted the woman that he had been searching for the physical world and in his emotional reality. He saw the golden-haired angel with the blue eyes that rivaled the famed livened skies of Saskatchewan, Canada. Bobby had only been there once, but he had spent half of the trip with his head up, marveling at the blue massiveness of it all --- marveling at its beauty.
The effect that that kind of blue could have on Bobby was rare. Not many things touched him so deeply. But Alex's intense blue eyes were right up there with the Land of the Living Skies' namesake. *
"Bobby," Alex called out, struggling against her bonds.
"Alex!" Bobby exclaimed, all dignity forgotten as he ran gleefully toward his partner. "I'm going to get you out of here."
"Not so fast," Lars Fenaisyn said as he stepped in between Alex and Bobby. "I wouldn't bet on that." He walked swiftly and powerfully over to a simple wooden table. He picked up a gun that had nothing simple about it.
Bobby exhaled slowly. "Lars," he began, "please don't do anything rash."
"Rash?" Lars laughed. "That's funny." He turned his back on Bobby and pointed the gun at Alex's head. "Say goodbye, Robert."
"NO!"
Bobby sat up in his bed, sweating and shaking. He looked around wildly, as if Alex was in his room with him and the scene in his dream was being re-enacted a mere five feet from where he lay.
No luck as to the closeness of Alex. In his mind, Alex was right there with him, but physically she was gone --- kidnapped, held against her will by the man who had ruined Bobby's life so many times before. Too many times.
What really surprised Bobby was how he had felt when he had seen Alex in his dream. Did he really feel like that about his partner? Bobby shook off the thought. He cared about Alex, but getting confused about his emotional feelings for her was not the best thing at the moment. He needed to be strong --- he needed to find her.
Then he could be as confused as he wanted to be.
Then he could have his best friend back. His partner could come back to work and he could get rid of this Nicolas Parker character. Bobby stuck by his insecurities about the man from the previous night --- there was a strange carefulness about him; the way that his green eyes had a slightly insane tint to them; the way that his smile didn't reach his eyes.
Bobby shook his mind free of the thoughts. He needed to focus on bringing Alex back where she belonged --- with him. At One Police Plaza. As a detective. As a friend. A confidante. As something he knew he couldn't live without. Maybe, even, perhaps as something more.
Bobby had gone through this before --- after all, Lars Fenaisyn had killed 6 of his partners before. He had lost 6 friends to this evil man. But Alex was different. He had become so comfortable with Alex that he felt at ease to share his thoughts and feelings with her. He could trust her with his life and she could trust him with hers. Bobby didn't want to violate that trust. She wasn't going to die.
He couldn't let that happen.
~~*~~
Alex had never liked McDonald's.
It wasn't a personal thing; she just didn't have a sweet tooth in regards to burgers saturated in grease and fries covered in that same liquid. It was too fattening, not a good thing for Alex Eames. Although she had an amazing metabolism and could eat chocolate after chocolate without gaining weight, Alex didn't want to risk it. Becoming, um, "hefty" was not something a police officer wanted. Especially not an officer like Alexandra Eames, who thought that becoming fat would only prove the doubters' point even further --- she wasn't meant to be a cop, and she didn't have the talent to be partnered with Robert Goren.
But at this moment, Alex would have killed for the Big Mac that Lars was eating.
He sat at a plain wooden table, sipping on a super-sized drink that looked mysteriously like Diet Coke. In his hands was the most delicious- looking hamburger Alex had seen in her life.
Alex pried her eyes away and told herself that McDonald's was not what she wanted to eat. It just wasn't healthy. She was shocked at her own greed for the food that she'd always despised. "It's just the situation," she whispered to herself.
"What was that, Alexandra?" Lars asked, finishing off his burger and turning to Alex.
Alex didn't answer. Lars reached for his whip and promptly struck Alex with it. She didn't even wince. Lars frowned. She wasn't like the others.
"Answer me," Lars growled, becoming frustrated.
"What's wrong, Lars?" Alex gave him a look that clearly read "You are not in charge here, you never will be, so don't even waste your time". "Are you upset that I won't scream in pain? Are you angry that I'm not caving in?"
Lars frowned at Alex but didn't answer. He hit her again. Again, she didn't flinch. Lars balled his hands into fists and turned toward the table again, sipping his Diet Coke.
Alex watched him, pleased that she'd struck a nerve. Now, if she could ward him off for a little while longer, maybe she could buy Bobby some time to reach her, before it was too late.
~*~*~*~
Bobby marched into work, his sharp eyes scanning the room for Deakins. He was not in Bobby's sight. Neither, Bobby comfortably realized, was Nicolas Parker. He walked briskly into Deakins' office.
The captain sat at his desk, talking to Nicolas Parker. Deakins had a strange look in his eye. Neither of the men had noticed Bobby, so Bobby shrunk back outside his office and listened to their conversation.
"Listen, Nicolas," Deakins was saying. "What you're asking me is impossible."
"You're telling me that it's impossible to reassign Detective Goren to another case?" asked Parker.
Deakins snorted, and Bobby imagined that he was wearing his famous "This man is insane" look. "I'm not going to take Bobby off the case."
"He's too emotionally involved," Parker persisted.
"With Bobby, that's a good thing. Especially since it's Alex that's missing. He's pushing to the limit and beyond to find her."
There was some shuffling, and Bobby risked a glance. Parker had stood up and was leaning against his chair. He was also speaking.
"Listen, James, I don't know Eames, but---"
"That's right," Deakins said. "You don't know her. I do. I also know what you're thinking. And you're wrong. Alex is not dead."
Bobby's eyes widened in surprise. Shocked, he listened closer.
"She might be," Parker said heavily.
"Now that," Deakins laughed, "is insane. Alexandra Eames is the strongest woman I have ever known in all my experience on the force. She is very smart. She knows what to do and how to handle herself. Besides, this time, Lars Fenaisyn wants Bobby to come get her. Bobby knows that. You know it. This time, he wants to kill Bobby, not Alex. He wants Bobby to come and get her."
Parker tilted his head. "And you're going to let him."
"Damn right I'm going to let him. Bobby is a highly intelligent individual. Lars Fenaisyn is just not within his range. Lars is expecting an overemotional Robert Goren to come dashing in wildly, unprepared and with no backup. Lars is not getting that. I know it, you know it, Bobby knows it, and Alex knows it. The only unsuspecting person here is Fenaisyn."
Parker scoffed at that. "I'm sure he doesn't know," he stated sarcastically. "I have work to do, James." He turned and walked out of the door. Bobby just moved out of the way soon enough so that Parker didn't see him.
Bobby watched his retreating back, then turned and went straight into Deakins' office. "James," he announced, "I---"
"You heard the whole thing," Deakins finished. "I know. I'm not as ignorant as that man."
"I would hope not," commented Bobby. "Listen, Deakins, I don't like that guy. He seems kind of shady."
"He's a cop, Bobby," ADA Carver said as he walked into Deakins' office. "All of us guys in the court system and the force are shady."
Deakins laughed. "Carver has a point, Bobby. But I know what you mean. He seems awfully eager to get this investigation over with and done quickly."
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Lars was sitting, motionless, at the table, contemplating what Alex had just said to him. "She's right," Lars realized. Soon after he said that, he noticed that Alex hadn't commented on his remark. He looked at her and realized that she had fallen asleep.
Lars grinned. "So much for not being in control," he muttered as he walked toward Alex, reaching down for her.
~~~
Alex woke up an hour later, enraged that she could allow herself to fall asleep. She looked down at herself and frowned. "These are not my clothes," Alex said aloud.
She was wearing a short, black leather miniskirt and a short white ribbed tank top under a black leather vest. A pair of high black leather boots with insanely high heels completed the outfit. "I look like a hooker," she muttered, glaring at Lars, who was grinning evilly.
"I think with that outfit, you should be the one with the whip," he told her.
"I think it's best that under the circumstances, I do not have the whip, because if I ever get my hands on it or another dangerous weapon, I will not be responsible for my actions," Alex shot back.
Lars laughed. "Ooh, feisty," he commented as he leaned forward to slap Alex's hands. She had been trying to remove the ugly vest. "Uh uh uh," Lars taunted. "Don't take it off --- yet."
Alex wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I don't think so, Lars," she told him. In one swift movement, she'd taken off her right boot and hit him on the head with the dangerous heels. He fell to the floor next to her, unconscious.
She laughed aloud. "Did I forget to mention that you should never underestimate the power of a pissed off female cop with hooker boots?" she asked Lars, who, of course, did not respond. She reached for her other boot and quickly used the sharp heel to saw through the ropes that bound her.
Alex stood up. She was free. She checked Lars to see if he was dead. Unfortunately, he was just knocked out. She tied his hands and feet together and reached for his cell phone. She dialed Bobby's number.
~*~*~*~
Bobby was sitting at his desk, contemplating how to save Alex for the thousandth time, when his phone rang. He lazily reached for it, having given up the hope that it was someone with news of Alex a long time ago.
"Hello?"
"Bobby?"
Bobby Goren practically jumped in his seat. "Alex? Are you all right? Where's Lars? Where are you?"
There was some soft laughter over the phone. "Lars is unconscious. He took it upon himself to make me wear hooker boots with these deadly looking heels. Who would ever wear them? It must give people blisters like hell. Anyway, I'm not sure where --- ah!"
Alex screamed, "Bobby? Bobby? Help!"
Bobby listened carefully as he signaled a passing officer to run a trace on the call ASAP. "Robert? Is this you?" came a sickening voice.
"Where's Alex, Lars?" Bobby demanded.
Lars laughed. "Why, Alexandra is right here, Robert. I'd ask you if you wanted to say hello but she's a little tied up at the moment."
Bobby heard some shuffling and grunting that he knew must have been coming from a tied up Alex. "If you lay a hand on her, I am going to hunt you down and kill you. No, first I'm going to tear you apart, limb from limb, and roast whatever's left of you on a spit over an open fire, singing 'Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire'. Except the words won't be chestnuts, it'll be 'Fenaisyn Roasting On An Open Fire'. I swear, Lars, if you even harm---"
Lars stopped Bobby. "Robert, please. I'm not going to hurt her, don't worry. I need her at the moment. I won't harm a hair on her pretty little head --- yet. Goodbye, Robert." He hung up.
Frustrated, Bobby slammed down the phone. "Did the trace run?" he asked the officer who had attempted it.
The officer shook his head. "It was a cell phone, equipped with an anti-tracing device. They sell them on the black market."
"As in the mob's black market?" Bobby asked.
The officer shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? I didn't even know the mob had a black market until a few weeks ago. We were running a drug bust."
Bobby gave him a look. "All right. That will be all. Thanks for trying, though."
The officer smiled and left. Just as he left Bobby's vision, Nicolas Parker came up and sat next to Bobby.
"I heard your conversation. It's really too bad that the trace didn't run. You did get to speak to Alex, though. How is she doing?"
Bobby looked at him, hatred for this man running through his veins. "How would you be doing under the circumstances?" he asked.
"I wouldn't be stupid enough to be captured in the first place," replied Parker.
Bobby stood up. Defensively, Parker followed suit. "That is it, Nicolas! I can't take this anymore from you! It's almost as if you want Alex to be killed! It's like you want Lars Fenaisyn to kill her! And for him to kill me!" Filled with rage, Bobby threw himself at Nicolas Parker. The two men rolled around the floor, attacking each other with their fists.
Deakins heard the noise from his office and came running out. He sighed, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby." He shrugged to another officer who was watching. "It was bound to happen sometime." He stepped forward and motioned for the surrounding officers to break the fight up. "Send Goren and Parker to my office when they've settled down," he ordered to no one in particular.
~~~ * Detective Robert Goren snuck around the edge of the wall and spotted the woman that he had been searching for in the physical world and in his emotional reality. He saw the golden-haired angel with the brown eyes that rivaled the famed livened earth of "the Outback," Australia. Bobby had only been there once, but he had spent half of the trip with his head down, marveling at the richness of it all --- marveling at its beauty.
The effect that that kind of brown could have on Bobby was rare. Not many things touched him so deeply. But Alex's intense brown eyes were right up there with the Land of the Earthy Soils' namesake.
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~*~Author's Notes~*~
Sylphide: Well, that's chapter four! Again, apologies for the delay.. You would not believe the couple of weeks that I've had. Homework galore, etc. Anyway, please review! No flames, though! Thank you for even reading the chapter. If you've gotten this far, you have willpower! Kudos to you. lol. See you all in chapter six! Oh, and by the way, if anyone's wondering about the Saskatchewan skies/Alex's eyes simile I made in the first part of the chapter, yes, I am from Saskatchewan. Yes, it really is that beautiful here! lol! Remember, I do know that Alex's eyes are brown, but remember, we have the alternate!
RivErStaR: Damn Syl . now what am I supposed to do? I just love this - isn't she the greatest? Well, it looks like you'll be up for an extra special action packed 5th chapter (maybe *evil laugh*) About the alternate simile, yes, I am from Australia!
Additional Disclaimer: (I put it here so as not to ruin the fic for you all!!) We don't own, nor claim to own anything to do with Mc Donald's (I could say something about that here but with the risk of being sued - I'll just keep my mouth shut!!). That means that 'Big Mac' doesn't belong to us nor does the name 'Diet Coke.' They were merely borrowed for the sake of this fic and really, we're not making any money from this fic. But if there are any Mc Donald's folk out there reading this (or 'Diet Coke' peoples for that matter), you should be thanking us for promoting your products out of the kindness of our hearts!!!