The Wish
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Chapter 7
A/N: Hey there. Sorry for the delay. Alots hectic with school and everything . Never take Latin. Telling you all that now. Do spanish... don't be smart and try to take latin, lol. And I'm also going to start trying to work on my fanfiction more often then I did before. I promise. I have papers littered all over my floor, and my mother threathened to throw them away if I didn't do something with them ^.^;;; so here I am.
Enjoy this chapter. Now remember I hate Lizzie/Ethan as much as you Gordo/Lizzie shippers. But it's all for the benefit of the story.
Watch out for the twists and turns. ^.^
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"Hey there" Lizzie greeted Miranda with a odd amount of abundant energy her best friend hadn't seen in awhile. Ever since the funeral she hadn't seen Liz break into that smile.
Dropping her cup of tea, Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Well, what brought the suunshine into your day?" she questioned pulling back her dark black locks behind her. "Huh?" Lizzie gave another dazzling grin. You could practically see the glow radiating off her , slow but steady, her blue eyes sparkling. Oh yeah soemthing good had defainatly happened.
"Spill" Miranda said half teasingly half serious taking a gulp of the exotic coffee The Cup never failed to produce. Lizzie laughed, loud and with a real ring to it.She just couldn't help it. Everything seemed to deserve a laugh or a smile these days. "Well" she said stealing a piece of Miranda's muffin. "I saw Ethan yesterday"
A image of a spacey, yet adorable water polo player from her high school years played through Miranda's mind. "Ethan Crafte?" she asked vaguely. Any boys before her husband always seemed a bit vague to her. Even it if was Ethan Crafte, the girl's crush throughout middle and high school years.
"Yes, Ethan Crafte" Lizzie giggled the delicious warm taste of the apricot almond muffin lingered on her taste buds. Sweet. Just like her wonderful afternoon yesterday. It was so odd how one simple hour could change a person's entire persepctive. Especially when it has to do with a old, extremely attractive, high school friend.
"The same one we obsessed over during high school? I thought we were over him when I started dating some guy and you and Gordo had that thing after Rome" Lizzie shurgged in the crowded adult hang out., pulling her stylish bright scarrf tighter around her neck. She hadn't much thought of Ethan then. He was more of Kate's domain that it was hard enough to think baout him let alone have emotional feelings for him.
But now... he was Kate-less and from now she could tell amazingly single. And she thanked god she was just entering single-dom. "Gordo's engaged and your married. He's a freackin lawyer, Miranda. A hot lawyer" The muffin in Miranda's throat refused to be swallowed as the thought of the simple minded Ethan Crafte in court. Coughing up the pastry in pure shock, she gasped for air and croaked. "Ethan Crafte a ....lawyer?!!"
Lizzie scrambled for the orange juice handing it to her friend grinning slightly. Yeah, she was amazed too when he said it. Almost couldn't believe it. But when he hand't used the words "Dude" and "Sweet" the truth in his words began to ring. Lizzie began to believe. And the image of him in a expensive armani suite tesitfying might have helped her desicion some what as well. "Drink" the blonde ordered, laughing, as Miranda hurried for the liquid.
"My reaction was somewhat the same, then the the fact I hadn't choked on anything" the glare Miranda sent her told Lizzie she hadn't found her teasing funny at all. "Are you sure it just isn't silly old feelings left from behind though?" Miranda gasped lightly, oxygen still alittle unwilling. "He invitied me to lunch in a few days. He's taking me to Viggo's" Lizzie let the word Viggo's sink into her friend's head as she contently sipped her tea, the small merry smile on her lips.
"Viggo's? The high expensive, italian restuarant no one can get a reservation in? That Viggo's?" Miranda asked, slightly impressed. A stud, a lawyer, and a man who paid as much for a cheap car, for a dinner for one night. Not bad, not bad at all. Lizzie knodded, somewhat proud of this.
"The one and only. No, I don't think I had any left over feelings for the Ethan Crafte I knew from school. But the smart, gorgeous Ethan Crafte of today on the other hand.. I.. it's... I don't know how to explain it." Lizzie giggled lightly, tracing her finger against the lid of the large teacup. And it was the truth. Lizzie didn't have a way to explain the feeling she had felt when he had smilied brightly and happy at the sight of her, the way her heart fluttured when he took her arm or how something had lit up inside her when he had promised a daye later, something he looked as if he to would be anticipating it as much as she would.
Miranda smilied softly, the light in Lizzie's bright, blue eyes making sense all of a sudden. The crush worked wonders on her best friend. "Aaah... someone's got a crush." she teased, lightly giggling. Lizzie laughed too, noting how the word, crush, made her sound like a 12 year old who just discovered the wonders of boys.
Which in a way, was true for Lizzie McGuire. Except, she just found the wonders of the attractice courtroom man, Ethan Crafte....
***
"Hmm... it's just so.... weird" Gordo sighed, starring down at the autopsy photos of the late Mr. and Mrs. Johanseen and throwing them aside at Lizzie's kitchen table. He had been working on this for at least two weeks, and he still hadn't gotten anywhere yet.
"I don't know what your talking about..." Lizzie mummbled from her perch atop the kitchen counter, eating away at a tangy orange. Her goal was to stay as far away as possible from the autopsy photos Gordo brought over to 'inspect. She saw the dead bodies once.. she didn't need to glance at them again.
"What excatly is your point at looking over these, anyways?" Lizzie questioned unsurely, as she hopped down throwing away the orange peels littered in her lap. That was a good question, indedd. Gordo really didn't know the answer to it ethier. It was just something about it that was bothering him greatly. A itch that just wouldn't leave him alone.
It had bothered him so much. It must have beem something he saw that night. Something that didn't quite fit with the picture. Or at least puzzled him. And it wasn't in these pictures. Things were becoming very fustrating, very fast.
"I don't know" he answered reluctantly, throwing aside more pictures from the morge. "Well, it won't help much now will it?" Lizzie teased leaning against the counter and starring coldly at the photos. Gordo sighed again, ,scarthing at his black dark curls that have grown long with age. What to do, what to do...
Something he saw about them just rang peculair to him. Maybe it had to be something they were wearing, rather then what they looked like or their shot wounds.. "Where are those photos from the Detective.....?" he grumbled to himself as he pulled at his pile of papers surrounding him.
Lizzie sighed as she raised a thin blonde eyebrow as she sat down next to him at her long kitchen table, seeing that those nasty morgue pictures were put away. She didn't know how Gordo could just look at those and just not squirm. It was horrible enough seeing them for real, let alone in just a picture. She shuddered slightly as she watched him take out a folder from the detective that was working on the case.
"Maybe it was something I saw that night... maybe or something they wore...." Lizzie watched him ruun his hands through his dense thick curls once again, and saw how stuck he was on this. "Something is really bothering you with this, isn't it?" she questioned putting her head atop her hand, watching him try to unravel this 'mystery' by himself.
Lizzie still didn't see the logic in it. They were a screwed up family. End of story. Of course, Gordo didn't see that. But Gordo never did look only at the surface. He looked above and beyond. He wouldn't never take the first answer. Oh no, not David Gordon.
"It's just something about them that strikes familiar to me..." he wrinkled his nose, blowing out the hot air of fustration. He just didn't get it! None of it! It didn't make any sense to him whatsoever. It rattled him , a deep chord inside him, rattling deeply, every time he looked at the two Johanseens. He conscience had seen something that deeply disturbed it, and so is now trying to warn him.
He couldn't help but sigh again, as he pulled out the paper size pictures of the crime scene. The death and gore was just as he remembered that odd unfortunate night. He felt his throat close uncomfortably. As much as he was into this 'mystery', it was all real. These were two dead people. Parents to a distressed little girl, who can barely make it out of her bedroom.
The blood that night was real. Not from a television show. Their vacant, dead eyes starring out into the abyss of their house was real. The gun clasped in Mrs.Johanseen's hand was real. The matching pinky rings with tiny gems instoned of it....
Rings...
The chord inside Gordo suddenley began to hum violently deep inside him. He shook as he suddenely grabbed the two photos of the Mr. and Mrs. and brought them closer, his eyes never leaving the rings on both their fingers. It wasn't their wedding rings. The plain, gold bands on their hands definately stated their purpose as those rings. "Gordo... what are you doing?" Lizzie watched silently as the young man's eyes widened slighlty as he flicked open his cellphone he had quickly yanked from his pocket dialing a number with shaking fingers.
Something had happened as Gordo disappeared into the living room with the photos. "Gordo.... what is going on?" Lizzie followed him suddenley rattled as Gordo talked on the cellphone quickly and curtly. He must have found something. What was it? What in the world was going on? Another piece to Gordo's puzzle perhaps?
What was the puzzle anyways?
Lizzie was in the dark as she watched Gordo pace wildly the pictures clasped tightly in his grasp. "Thank you, Officer. You've helped alot. Uh-huh. Thanks again. Goodbye" Gordo threw aside the small expensive cellphone onto the couch without a thought on how he could have damaged it. He sighed, so heavily as if he was holding his breath through out the entire conversation.
Despite the fact he was talking to whoever it was the entire time. "Gordo.. what happened?!!!" Lizzie repeated from the door frame of the kitchen into her living room. Gordo turned to her eyes wide a bit surprised from his findings.
"They were Feds, Liz"
He starred down at the photos that were wrinkled from his grasp and down at their pinky rings once again. "Federal agents to a secert organization connected to the FBI. OO7, if you well" he shook his curly locks, ,as he collasped onto the couch rubbing his sleepless eyes. Lizzie starred for a moment letting the information sink into her head.
FBI.... Alice's parents were part of the federal agency. "Oka... so what? Their cops, whoop de doo" croaked Lizzie not wanting to believe what reality was throwing at her. "How do you know anyway? What do you know?"
"They've been off-duty since Alice was born. They haven't had a case since. It doesn't really explain much but we're starting at somewhere at least" Gordo mummured lightly behind his hands as he rubbed his face. It was right in from to of him! How could he had not seen them? Did the police know about this?
Their federal agents were killed by who knows what... if they police knew how come they hadn't told him sometime during his pestering? "How do you know?" Lizzie repeated, not bothering to ask to see the
pictures again, she just stood there waiting for him to explain to all of this to her and her very confused and mushy brain.
"These rings. Awhile back, I used to work for this cheesy movie productions and it had to do with the realization of actual FBI agents. I remember I did alot of research and hacking on it. There's these little rings you get if your from a tiny small part of the agency like Annie and Jim. It holds your real identity and what you mean to the agency incoded inside. Once your retired you keep it for a job well done and adios. Their quite expensive really, 25 karat hold and encrusted with real jeweled stones. I kept thinking about how that reminded me of our class ring from Hillridge High... when I saw it in the picture and it hit me.
I just talked to a friend of mine about it. He concluded it for me and insisted it was so. This is part of something big, Lizzie... I can feel it" Gordo mummured as he looked up at the dumbfounded blonde. "I really don't think Annie murdered her husband and committed suicide. It's to obvious... I mean... these are parents who risked death every day of there life. It all just doesn't click...."
Lizzie listened as she thought it over. The gun had just the palm print on it so they couldn't quite say Annie had shot the gun. And they were both retired federal agents. They could have basicly have anybody chasing after them with their old jobs and all. On everybody's death wish, if they had pushed and messed with the wrong people as federal agents do, do on their cases.
Lizzie gulped slightly hugging herself. This case wasn't as innocent as she had thought. There was more to it. Clues. Gordo had found one of them... their would surely be more. Their was so many possibilities on this....
"Yeah... it looks pretty big to me, Gordo. Pretty big thing we have on our hands now..."
***
Dun, dun, dun!!!
Ha. Pretty expectable. Not so expectable as the story goes on. Promise. Don't we all love federal agents? They just make life SO INTERESTING!!!
And create awesome story plots ^.^
GO FEDS!!!
Thank You and Have a Nice Day.
~MerlinsApprentince
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Chapter 7
A/N: Hey there. Sorry for the delay. Alots hectic with school and everything . Never take Latin. Telling you all that now. Do spanish... don't be smart and try to take latin, lol. And I'm also going to start trying to work on my fanfiction more often then I did before. I promise. I have papers littered all over my floor, and my mother threathened to throw them away if I didn't do something with them ^.^;;; so here I am.
Enjoy this chapter. Now remember I hate Lizzie/Ethan as much as you Gordo/Lizzie shippers. But it's all for the benefit of the story.
Watch out for the twists and turns. ^.^
***
"Hey there" Lizzie greeted Miranda with a odd amount of abundant energy her best friend hadn't seen in awhile. Ever since the funeral she hadn't seen Liz break into that smile.
Dropping her cup of tea, Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Well, what brought the suunshine into your day?" she questioned pulling back her dark black locks behind her. "Huh?" Lizzie gave another dazzling grin. You could practically see the glow radiating off her , slow but steady, her blue eyes sparkling. Oh yeah soemthing good had defainatly happened.
"Spill" Miranda said half teasingly half serious taking a gulp of the exotic coffee The Cup never failed to produce. Lizzie laughed, loud and with a real ring to it.She just couldn't help it. Everything seemed to deserve a laugh or a smile these days. "Well" she said stealing a piece of Miranda's muffin. "I saw Ethan yesterday"
A image of a spacey, yet adorable water polo player from her high school years played through Miranda's mind. "Ethan Crafte?" she asked vaguely. Any boys before her husband always seemed a bit vague to her. Even it if was Ethan Crafte, the girl's crush throughout middle and high school years.
"Yes, Ethan Crafte" Lizzie giggled the delicious warm taste of the apricot almond muffin lingered on her taste buds. Sweet. Just like her wonderful afternoon yesterday. It was so odd how one simple hour could change a person's entire persepctive. Especially when it has to do with a old, extremely attractive, high school friend.
"The same one we obsessed over during high school? I thought we were over him when I started dating some guy and you and Gordo had that thing after Rome" Lizzie shurgged in the crowded adult hang out., pulling her stylish bright scarrf tighter around her neck. She hadn't much thought of Ethan then. He was more of Kate's domain that it was hard enough to think baout him let alone have emotional feelings for him.
But now... he was Kate-less and from now she could tell amazingly single. And she thanked god she was just entering single-dom. "Gordo's engaged and your married. He's a freackin lawyer, Miranda. A hot lawyer" The muffin in Miranda's throat refused to be swallowed as the thought of the simple minded Ethan Crafte in court. Coughing up the pastry in pure shock, she gasped for air and croaked. "Ethan Crafte a ....lawyer?!!"
Lizzie scrambled for the orange juice handing it to her friend grinning slightly. Yeah, she was amazed too when he said it. Almost couldn't believe it. But when he hand't used the words "Dude" and "Sweet" the truth in his words began to ring. Lizzie began to believe. And the image of him in a expensive armani suite tesitfying might have helped her desicion some what as well. "Drink" the blonde ordered, laughing, as Miranda hurried for the liquid.
"My reaction was somewhat the same, then the the fact I hadn't choked on anything" the glare Miranda sent her told Lizzie she hadn't found her teasing funny at all. "Are you sure it just isn't silly old feelings left from behind though?" Miranda gasped lightly, oxygen still alittle unwilling. "He invitied me to lunch in a few days. He's taking me to Viggo's" Lizzie let the word Viggo's sink into her friend's head as she contently sipped her tea, the small merry smile on her lips.
"Viggo's? The high expensive, italian restuarant no one can get a reservation in? That Viggo's?" Miranda asked, slightly impressed. A stud, a lawyer, and a man who paid as much for a cheap car, for a dinner for one night. Not bad, not bad at all. Lizzie knodded, somewhat proud of this.
"The one and only. No, I don't think I had any left over feelings for the Ethan Crafte I knew from school. But the smart, gorgeous Ethan Crafte of today on the other hand.. I.. it's... I don't know how to explain it." Lizzie giggled lightly, tracing her finger against the lid of the large teacup. And it was the truth. Lizzie didn't have a way to explain the feeling she had felt when he had smilied brightly and happy at the sight of her, the way her heart fluttured when he took her arm or how something had lit up inside her when he had promised a daye later, something he looked as if he to would be anticipating it as much as she would.
Miranda smilied softly, the light in Lizzie's bright, blue eyes making sense all of a sudden. The crush worked wonders on her best friend. "Aaah... someone's got a crush." she teased, lightly giggling. Lizzie laughed too, noting how the word, crush, made her sound like a 12 year old who just discovered the wonders of boys.
Which in a way, was true for Lizzie McGuire. Except, she just found the wonders of the attractice courtroom man, Ethan Crafte....
***
"Hmm... it's just so.... weird" Gordo sighed, starring down at the autopsy photos of the late Mr. and Mrs. Johanseen and throwing them aside at Lizzie's kitchen table. He had been working on this for at least two weeks, and he still hadn't gotten anywhere yet.
"I don't know what your talking about..." Lizzie mummbled from her perch atop the kitchen counter, eating away at a tangy orange. Her goal was to stay as far away as possible from the autopsy photos Gordo brought over to 'inspect. She saw the dead bodies once.. she didn't need to glance at them again.
"What excatly is your point at looking over these, anyways?" Lizzie questioned unsurely, as she hopped down throwing away the orange peels littered in her lap. That was a good question, indedd. Gordo really didn't know the answer to it ethier. It was just something about it that was bothering him greatly. A itch that just wouldn't leave him alone.
It had bothered him so much. It must have beem something he saw that night. Something that didn't quite fit with the picture. Or at least puzzled him. And it wasn't in these pictures. Things were becoming very fustrating, very fast.
"I don't know" he answered reluctantly, throwing aside more pictures from the morge. "Well, it won't help much now will it?" Lizzie teased leaning against the counter and starring coldly at the photos. Gordo sighed again, ,scarthing at his black dark curls that have grown long with age. What to do, what to do...
Something he saw about them just rang peculair to him. Maybe it had to be something they were wearing, rather then what they looked like or their shot wounds.. "Where are those photos from the Detective.....?" he grumbled to himself as he pulled at his pile of papers surrounding him.
Lizzie sighed as she raised a thin blonde eyebrow as she sat down next to him at her long kitchen table, seeing that those nasty morgue pictures were put away. She didn't know how Gordo could just look at those and just not squirm. It was horrible enough seeing them for real, let alone in just a picture. She shuddered slightly as she watched him take out a folder from the detective that was working on the case.
"Maybe it was something I saw that night... maybe or something they wore...." Lizzie watched him ruun his hands through his dense thick curls once again, and saw how stuck he was on this. "Something is really bothering you with this, isn't it?" she questioned putting her head atop her hand, watching him try to unravel this 'mystery' by himself.
Lizzie still didn't see the logic in it. They were a screwed up family. End of story. Of course, Gordo didn't see that. But Gordo never did look only at the surface. He looked above and beyond. He wouldn't never take the first answer. Oh no, not David Gordon.
"It's just something about them that strikes familiar to me..." he wrinkled his nose, blowing out the hot air of fustration. He just didn't get it! None of it! It didn't make any sense to him whatsoever. It rattled him , a deep chord inside him, rattling deeply, every time he looked at the two Johanseens. He conscience had seen something that deeply disturbed it, and so is now trying to warn him.
He couldn't help but sigh again, as he pulled out the paper size pictures of the crime scene. The death and gore was just as he remembered that odd unfortunate night. He felt his throat close uncomfortably. As much as he was into this 'mystery', it was all real. These were two dead people. Parents to a distressed little girl, who can barely make it out of her bedroom.
The blood that night was real. Not from a television show. Their vacant, dead eyes starring out into the abyss of their house was real. The gun clasped in Mrs.Johanseen's hand was real. The matching pinky rings with tiny gems instoned of it....
Rings...
The chord inside Gordo suddenley began to hum violently deep inside him. He shook as he suddenely grabbed the two photos of the Mr. and Mrs. and brought them closer, his eyes never leaving the rings on both their fingers. It wasn't their wedding rings. The plain, gold bands on their hands definately stated their purpose as those rings. "Gordo... what are you doing?" Lizzie watched silently as the young man's eyes widened slighlty as he flicked open his cellphone he had quickly yanked from his pocket dialing a number with shaking fingers.
Something had happened as Gordo disappeared into the living room with the photos. "Gordo.... what is going on?" Lizzie followed him suddenley rattled as Gordo talked on the cellphone quickly and curtly. He must have found something. What was it? What in the world was going on? Another piece to Gordo's puzzle perhaps?
What was the puzzle anyways?
Lizzie was in the dark as she watched Gordo pace wildly the pictures clasped tightly in his grasp. "Thank you, Officer. You've helped alot. Uh-huh. Thanks again. Goodbye" Gordo threw aside the small expensive cellphone onto the couch without a thought on how he could have damaged it. He sighed, so heavily as if he was holding his breath through out the entire conversation.
Despite the fact he was talking to whoever it was the entire time. "Gordo.. what happened?!!!" Lizzie repeated from the door frame of the kitchen into her living room. Gordo turned to her eyes wide a bit surprised from his findings.
"They were Feds, Liz"
He starred down at the photos that were wrinkled from his grasp and down at their pinky rings once again. "Federal agents to a secert organization connected to the FBI. OO7, if you well" he shook his curly locks, ,as he collasped onto the couch rubbing his sleepless eyes. Lizzie starred for a moment letting the information sink into her head.
FBI.... Alice's parents were part of the federal agency. "Oka... so what? Their cops, whoop de doo" croaked Lizzie not wanting to believe what reality was throwing at her. "How do you know anyway? What do you know?"
"They've been off-duty since Alice was born. They haven't had a case since. It doesn't really explain much but we're starting at somewhere at least" Gordo mummured lightly behind his hands as he rubbed his face. It was right in from to of him! How could he had not seen them? Did the police know about this?
Their federal agents were killed by who knows what... if they police knew how come they hadn't told him sometime during his pestering? "How do you know?" Lizzie repeated, not bothering to ask to see the
pictures again, she just stood there waiting for him to explain to all of this to her and her very confused and mushy brain.
"These rings. Awhile back, I used to work for this cheesy movie productions and it had to do with the realization of actual FBI agents. I remember I did alot of research and hacking on it. There's these little rings you get if your from a tiny small part of the agency like Annie and Jim. It holds your real identity and what you mean to the agency incoded inside. Once your retired you keep it for a job well done and adios. Their quite expensive really, 25 karat hold and encrusted with real jeweled stones. I kept thinking about how that reminded me of our class ring from Hillridge High... when I saw it in the picture and it hit me.
I just talked to a friend of mine about it. He concluded it for me and insisted it was so. This is part of something big, Lizzie... I can feel it" Gordo mummured as he looked up at the dumbfounded blonde. "I really don't think Annie murdered her husband and committed suicide. It's to obvious... I mean... these are parents who risked death every day of there life. It all just doesn't click...."
Lizzie listened as she thought it over. The gun had just the palm print on it so they couldn't quite say Annie had shot the gun. And they were both retired federal agents. They could have basicly have anybody chasing after them with their old jobs and all. On everybody's death wish, if they had pushed and messed with the wrong people as federal agents do, do on their cases.
Lizzie gulped slightly hugging herself. This case wasn't as innocent as she had thought. There was more to it. Clues. Gordo had found one of them... their would surely be more. Their was so many possibilities on this....
"Yeah... it looks pretty big to me, Gordo. Pretty big thing we have on our hands now..."
***
Dun, dun, dun!!!
Ha. Pretty expectable. Not so expectable as the story goes on. Promise. Don't we all love federal agents? They just make life SO INTERESTING!!!
And create awesome story plots ^.^
GO FEDS!!!
Thank You and Have a Nice Day.
~MerlinsApprentince