CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 6
Over the next two weeks, the work came piling in, three different cases of brutal murder, one solved almost immediately the other two quite complicated and work intensive.
Carolyn found out how hard the team worked, and soon had her share of interviews, dashes across the country, late night think tanks, and triplicate reports to file. She had made no move to find an apartment, still living in the hotel, close to the office. She had, however been in touch with an old friend, and made several arrangements concerning her own plans, which were coming to a head rather quickly.
She had also managed to get John and Rachel to file their reports with her, and so was able to change the wording of several of them, on John's computer, to John's detriment, so that headquarters were starting to ask questions. The first inkling of any problem Bailey had was a call from his friend Peter Jennings in HQ.
He walked down into the conference centre, where John was playing solitaire on his computer, and George trying to write a new program. "What's going on?" he asked John, his voice hard and angry. John looked at him in surprise, and shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea," he replied blankly," What are you going on about?"
George looked over in surprise. Bailey leaned over John, and lowered his voice. "If you have a problem here, with me or anyone else in the team, I would appreciate it if you came to me before bleating to headquarters like a spoilt brat! We need to keep the VCTF solid, not bring others into our infighting! Haven't we had enough trouble lately!" He swung away, and stalked off, leaving John staring after him in amazement, and slowly rising anger.
"What the fuck?" he demanded, turning to George, who shook his head bewildered. "I have no idea what he's going on about!" John thrust back his chair, and took off after Bailey. He marched into Bailey's office, and slammed the door. By now the rest of the office people scattered around had turned to look.
Bailey did not look up from his desktop. "I am too busy to talk to you at the moment," he said through clenched teeth, "Shut the door on your way out." "I have no inkling of what you are going on about," said John furiously, "And I have not said anything to anyone in Headquarters." "Shut the door on your way out," repeated Bailey. "We will discuss this tomorrow!" John stared at him in baffled anger for a long moment, before spinning around and walking out. He shut the door without breaking the glass, but it was a close thing, and stalked off down the corridor.
Rachel stuck her head out of her office, and then went into Bailey's. She looked at him for a moment, as he sat with his head in his hands, and then softly "What's up?" Bailey raised his head and looked at her. "I've just heard a few things from a mate in head office," he said quietly, "John has apparently been backstabbing and undermining us lately, all his reports seem to be filled with everyone's shortcomings." He sighed heavily "I rely on John, so much, and I thought we were close, friends more than work colleagues, and err - I guess I'm just shattered by his disloyalty." He sighed unhappily again.
Rachel sat down biting her lip. "That doesn't really sound like John," she said. "Maybe there's a mistake." "No mistake," replied Bailey, "I've checked with Carolyn, all she does is read the reports and send them on. She said she has been surprised by the tone of them as well, but thought they must have always been so." "Well," began Rachel slowly, "I know John and I clash a little bit," and Bailey raised his eyebrows at her understatement, "but I find it very hard to believe," "You are one of the people he has complained about," said Bailey, and Rachel frowned. "Really?" she said, "He complained about me? What are you going to do?" "Tomorrow, when I can think more clearly, he can explain himself to me, and to you as well!" Bailey felt his temper rise again, and Rachel reached over and touched his hand. "It's OK Bailey, we'll sort it out," she said soothingly "If he doesn't have a good explanation, kick him out, we don't need that sort of person working here. If he's complained about me I am more than willing to join the hanging party!"
At that moment, Carolyn walked into the office, and smiled at Bailey. "No problems?" she asked, and Rachel stood up. "Nothing up with me," she replied and walked out. She still found it hard to like that woman; she felt there was something cold and controlling about her.
As she went down the corridor, the door to the men's bathroom opened, and John came out, frowning. Rachel stopped and turned to look at him, frowning back. "You can be a prick sometimes," she snapped at him, and he turned his angry blue eyes on her. "Not you too," he said, and turned away from her, but she grabbed his arm. "I never thought you would be a backstabber," she said, "Its such a petty thing." "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about," he informed her, "And I care even less," and he pulled away from her, and stalked off down the corridor.
He was hurt and angry; he decided there was nothing urgent he needed to do, so he punched the call button on the elevator. He would go home and have a drink!
Carolyn watched through the blinds in her office, her heart thumping. She had caused a
large crack to appear in the work environment, tonight she would strike.
Is anybody out there reading this story at all? At least one review, good or bad, would be nice.
Over the next two weeks, the work came piling in, three different cases of brutal murder, one solved almost immediately the other two quite complicated and work intensive.
Carolyn found out how hard the team worked, and soon had her share of interviews, dashes across the country, late night think tanks, and triplicate reports to file. She had made no move to find an apartment, still living in the hotel, close to the office. She had, however been in touch with an old friend, and made several arrangements concerning her own plans, which were coming to a head rather quickly.
She had also managed to get John and Rachel to file their reports with her, and so was able to change the wording of several of them, on John's computer, to John's detriment, so that headquarters were starting to ask questions. The first inkling of any problem Bailey had was a call from his friend Peter Jennings in HQ.
He walked down into the conference centre, where John was playing solitaire on his computer, and George trying to write a new program. "What's going on?" he asked John, his voice hard and angry. John looked at him in surprise, and shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea," he replied blankly," What are you going on about?"
George looked over in surprise. Bailey leaned over John, and lowered his voice. "If you have a problem here, with me or anyone else in the team, I would appreciate it if you came to me before bleating to headquarters like a spoilt brat! We need to keep the VCTF solid, not bring others into our infighting! Haven't we had enough trouble lately!" He swung away, and stalked off, leaving John staring after him in amazement, and slowly rising anger.
"What the fuck?" he demanded, turning to George, who shook his head bewildered. "I have no idea what he's going on about!" John thrust back his chair, and took off after Bailey. He marched into Bailey's office, and slammed the door. By now the rest of the office people scattered around had turned to look.
Bailey did not look up from his desktop. "I am too busy to talk to you at the moment," he said through clenched teeth, "Shut the door on your way out." "I have no inkling of what you are going on about," said John furiously, "And I have not said anything to anyone in Headquarters." "Shut the door on your way out," repeated Bailey. "We will discuss this tomorrow!" John stared at him in baffled anger for a long moment, before spinning around and walking out. He shut the door without breaking the glass, but it was a close thing, and stalked off down the corridor.
Rachel stuck her head out of her office, and then went into Bailey's. She looked at him for a moment, as he sat with his head in his hands, and then softly "What's up?" Bailey raised his head and looked at her. "I've just heard a few things from a mate in head office," he said quietly, "John has apparently been backstabbing and undermining us lately, all his reports seem to be filled with everyone's shortcomings." He sighed heavily "I rely on John, so much, and I thought we were close, friends more than work colleagues, and err - I guess I'm just shattered by his disloyalty." He sighed unhappily again.
Rachel sat down biting her lip. "That doesn't really sound like John," she said. "Maybe there's a mistake." "No mistake," replied Bailey, "I've checked with Carolyn, all she does is read the reports and send them on. She said she has been surprised by the tone of them as well, but thought they must have always been so." "Well," began Rachel slowly, "I know John and I clash a little bit," and Bailey raised his eyebrows at her understatement, "but I find it very hard to believe," "You are one of the people he has complained about," said Bailey, and Rachel frowned. "Really?" she said, "He complained about me? What are you going to do?" "Tomorrow, when I can think more clearly, he can explain himself to me, and to you as well!" Bailey felt his temper rise again, and Rachel reached over and touched his hand. "It's OK Bailey, we'll sort it out," she said soothingly "If he doesn't have a good explanation, kick him out, we don't need that sort of person working here. If he's complained about me I am more than willing to join the hanging party!"
At that moment, Carolyn walked into the office, and smiled at Bailey. "No problems?" she asked, and Rachel stood up. "Nothing up with me," she replied and walked out. She still found it hard to like that woman; she felt there was something cold and controlling about her.
As she went down the corridor, the door to the men's bathroom opened, and John came out, frowning. Rachel stopped and turned to look at him, frowning back. "You can be a prick sometimes," she snapped at him, and he turned his angry blue eyes on her. "Not you too," he said, and turned away from her, but she grabbed his arm. "I never thought you would be a backstabber," she said, "Its such a petty thing." "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about," he informed her, "And I care even less," and he pulled away from her, and stalked off down the corridor.
He was hurt and angry; he decided there was nothing urgent he needed to do, so he punched the call button on the elevator. He would go home and have a drink!
Carolyn watched through the blinds in her office, her heart thumping. She had caused a
large crack to appear in the work environment, tonight she would strike.
Is anybody out there reading this story at all? At least one review, good or bad, would be nice.