DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Thanks for all the nice reviews! I am so glad you like this story.
I lied . . .I was going to make this the second to last chapter, but because of the length, there is going to be ANOTHER chapter.
Also, I don't have anything against Delta Airlines, like I don't have any problems with the country Turkey or the town Stuttgart, Arkansas. I also, however, wish to clarify that I don't own these things. I figured that was a given, but then again, I also figured that you knew I didn't own Lizzie McGuire. You never know.
Dealing
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie!" Miranda called after she hung up the phone.
"Yes?" Lizzie asked. She had just spent the whole night talking to Miranda about everything, and was still asleep.
"Something has come up! I just talked to Gordo and he told me to tell you to call the Los Angeles Police Department."
Lizzie rubbed her eyes as she sat up, "Why?"
"Gordo doesn't know why, but it has something to do with someone breaking into the Witness Protection Program headquarter thing and stealing your papers."
"What??" Lizzie said, panicking, "Who do I call?"
"Kyle Goodman of the Los Angeles Police Department, I think was his name. Anyway, you might have to change your identity again."
"Has my family been notified?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know, but if I were you, I would call them today to get this thing settled."
"Okay," Lizzie said. Miranda handed her the phone, and Lizzie called information to get the number.
"Officer Goodman here," a man picked up.
"This is Elizabeth McGuire. You asked that I call you."
"Ms. McGuire! How are you?"
"I am fine, I guess. Why do I need to call you?"
"Oh, right, Um, Ms. McGuire, you aren't going to like this, but you are probably in a lot of trouble right now."
"Why? I mean, I know my papers were stolen, but do you have any more information?"
"Well, this just makes it worse, but we identified the finger prints. They belong to a Mr. Jonathan Jackson Head from Stuttgart, Arkansas. He is an ex-CIA agent who turned to the other side."
Something clicked in Lizzie's brain. "Did you say Head?"
"Yeah. You know the guy, right?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "Do you mean that he has been following me?"
"That is what we suspect. As it turns out, he is an uncle of the late Robert Horawitz. We have been working hard, and we have found him in Maine, but we did not find the papers. We suspect that he handed them off to another relative."
"Wh-when was this information stolen?"
"About a week ago," Officer Goodman said, "We don't know what tipped him off, but he is currently going through extreme examination. His wife is thought to be involved as well."
"Janet?" Lizzie whispered. These were the people that brought her to the hospital. These people seemed like such good people . . .Lizzie would have never guessed they were plotting against her.
"Have my parents been notified?"
"Yes, we have notified your whole family, and everyone is currently being held somewhere private. We might have to enter them into the program as well. We have to wait until Mr. Head gives us names, though, and everything is solved."
"So what are you saying I should do?"
"Well, that is a good question. We will provide you with the information you need on a daily basis, but we are trying very hard to keep this private. In other words, we don't want the press involved."
"Okay," Lizzie said, nodding her head. She was happy about that.
"In the meantime, have you used your credit cards or checks in the past week?"
"Only for a plane ticket," Lizzie said, and she gasped, "Oh no! Could they track me here in Boston?"
"It's possible. What airliner did you use? We will call them and ask them to alter your name."
"I used Delta."
"Okay, we are on it. In the meantime, lay low. Don't move. We are working with the phone companies and everyone to make sure you are safe. We would have you fly out here, but that is dangerous. What we can do is notify the Boston Police and ask them to help you."
"Okay," Lizzie said.
"I will notify you if anything happens. We don't want anyone hurt, okay?"
"Okay."
"I have to go now. Do you have any questions?"
"No."
"Okay, well I have to go. Talk to you later."
"Bye," Lizzie said, and she hung up the phone. Many thoughts raced through her head. The first thought she had, though, was about Gordo and Sarah. Were they okay? She felt so frazzled with the news, she forgot to ask about them.
Miranda walked over to Lizzie, "Is everything okay?"
Lizzie started crying, "No!"
"What's wrong?" Miranda asked.
"Someone is trying to get me!" Lizzie cried, "And Gordo and Sarah might be in trouble!"
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Gordo is flying out here to see you."
"What??" Lizzie cried, then she realized that might be a good thing. "When is he supposed to get here?"
"I don't know. Why? Do you need to tell him something?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said and she turned the phone on, "What is his cell phone number?"
~~~
~Gordo~
Gordo was pulling into the airport parking lot when his cell phone rang. Gordo picked it up.
"Hello?" Gordo said.
"Gordo?"
"Lizzie! How are you?"
"Gordo! Where are you? Have you bought your ticket yet?"
"No, I just arrived at the airport. Why?"
"Oh, Gordo! I was so worried! We might be in a lot of trouble! Someone is trying to get me, and they know my address."
"I know. Don't worry. That is why I am coming to you. To help you."
"No, you don't understand. You might be in a lot of trouble. The person who stole my identity is Jack Head, my land lord."
"Jack Head? Really?" Gordo said, luckily he was already parked at this point, or he would have probably had a wreck.
"Yeah, Gordo. This is so awful!"
"I am so sorry, Lizzie. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, through her tears, "when the airliner asks for your name, give a false one. Oh, and pay in cash please. I don't want your life to be in danger. Oh, and get rid of your license plate!"
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Yeah. . .come here safely."
"Sure," Gordo said, "I should be there sometime tonight."
"Okay," Lizzie said and she cried, "Gordo?"
"Yes?"
"Je t'aime."
Lizzie hung up the phone before Gordo could respond.
"I love you, too," Gordo said to the dead line, "We'll make it through this."
Gordo put his phone up and got everything out of his car. He then got rid of his liscence plate. He then walked up to the ticket place at the Delta section of the airport.
"I need two tickets for Boston," Gordo said, trying to remain as calm as possible.
"When?" the woman behind the counter asked.
"Today. As soon as possible," Gordo said.
"What is your name?"
"Jacob Smith," Gordo said. It was the first name that came into his head.
The woman typed in this information.
(A/N: I realize that the airlines ask for some sort of identification, but for the purposes of this story, the person does not ask for ID.)
"There is a flight leaving at 2:10, but it stops in Atlanta at 5:10 local time, and then in Atlanta, another flight leaves at six, which should bring you to Boston at eight local time."
"Is there anything else?"
The woman shook her head, "All the other flights are booked until tomorrow."
"Okay, fine. I will take it. How much?"
"Actually, the little girl is free, so it will be $145."
Gordo took out his money, and gave her the money, "Thanks."
Gordo walked off with his luggage to the place to give the ticket and then two hours later, he was on a plane on the way to Atlanta, and then Boston.
~~~
Los Angeles County Jail
Interview with Jonathan Jackson Head
"Alright," Detective Michaels said, "I will ask you one more time, where is the information you stole from the Witness Protection Program?"
Jack looked right into the eyes of the detective, "Sir, I will tell YOU one more time, I don't know anything. I don't know how my fingerprints ended up at the scene."
"Well, sir, I can't let you go until I hear a name."
"Hey!" Jack exclaimed, "Whatever happened to the 'innocent until proven guilty' rule?"
"Oh, we aren't saying you are guilty," the detective said, "But we are going to have to hold you here for a while."
"You can't keep me here! This is kidnapping! I want my lawyer!" Jack said, still angered.
"You will get your lawyer," Detective Michaels said, "But I will guarantee that your lawyer will advise you to tell the truth and tell you to give us the names of the people who have the information about Elizabeth McGuire."
"Naming names! Heh! What is this?? The Salem witch trials??" Jack exclaimed, "I don't have any names to give!!!" He said, finally.
"Then where are the papers?"
"How the hell would I know?"
"Sir, we know your rights as a United States Citizen, but I can also tell you this: If you don't tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, there will be consequences."
Detective Michaels left Jack with this and started toward the door, "Someone will be here to escort you to your cell in a second."
"Wait!" Jack said, and he stood up and took in a big breath, "Okay, fine, I confess. I did it."
Detective Michaels went back into the room, and sat down across from Jack, "So, you confess that you are guilty for breaking into a government office?"
Jack nodded his head and looked down, "Yeah, I did. I am guilty."
The detective nodded his head, "Where are the papers now?"
"I don't have them," Jack said, "I gave them to someone else."
"Who?"
Jack was silent for a moment.
"Who?" the detective repeated, "To whom did you give the information in question?"
Jack looked down as if he were about to cry, "I am a good man. I confessed my crime. Can you please just leave at that?"
Michaels shook his head, "Not if it puts peoples' lives in danger."
Jack sighed loudly, "Fine! I'll give you names, under the condition that you don't tell him the source."
"That sounds reasonable. What's the name?"
"It's my nephew, Todd Horowitz. His brother was Robert."
"Thank you," the detective Michaels said and he smiled, after being in that room for over an hour with the man, "Is there anyone else?"
Jack shook his head, "No, at least no one that I know of."
"Where does he live?"
"Burbank," Jack said, and then he shook his head, "But it's probably too late. They are probably in Arkansas we are speaking."
"What?" The detective said, and his smile disappeared.
"Todd has some unfinished business to attend to," Jack said, but the detective stared at him blankly, "Todd wants Elizabeth McGuire dead."
~~~
Stuttgart, Arkansas
Outside of Lucy Nelson's Apartment
Hilda was in her car with her parents outside the apartment, "Mom, dad, I think you will really like Lucy. She is one of my best friends."
Her parents nodded their heads, "She seems like a really nice girl from what we've heard. I am sorry she was in the hospital. Are you sure she will be up to attending our Valentine's Day party tomorrow night?" Hilda's mother asked.
Hilda rolled her eyes, "She is fine. I checked with the hospital, and they let her go yesterday. She is fine."
"Okay, honey, I was just asking," Hilda's mother said.
Hilda got out of the car, and her parents followed. Hilda walked up to Lucy Nelson's door. She noticed that the apartment was dark. She thought it was weird, but didn't think much of it.
Hilda rang the bell and waited for someone to answer the door, but after a few moments no one answered.
"Are you sure she is home?" her father asked.
"I guess she isn't home," Hilda said, disappointedly.
"I told you we should have called," her mother said, "We can just come back later. Let's go back to the hotel. I met this really cute bartender working there."
Hilda rolled her eyes, "Fine."
Hilda and her parents started to head back to the car.
"That's just so weird," Hilda said.
"No it's not, honey," her mother said, "She is probably out with her daughter or something."
~~~
I will update as soon as possible. There will be two more chapters after this coming up soon.(I think) Thanks for the patience.
Congrats to the Marlins and Yankees. That will be a good series! Um? Who am I rooting for? Go....whomever wins!
I lied . . .I was going to make this the second to last chapter, but because of the length, there is going to be ANOTHER chapter.
Also, I don't have anything against Delta Airlines, like I don't have any problems with the country Turkey or the town Stuttgart, Arkansas. I also, however, wish to clarify that I don't own these things. I figured that was a given, but then again, I also figured that you knew I didn't own Lizzie McGuire. You never know.
Dealing
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie!" Miranda called after she hung up the phone.
"Yes?" Lizzie asked. She had just spent the whole night talking to Miranda about everything, and was still asleep.
"Something has come up! I just talked to Gordo and he told me to tell you to call the Los Angeles Police Department."
Lizzie rubbed her eyes as she sat up, "Why?"
"Gordo doesn't know why, but it has something to do with someone breaking into the Witness Protection Program headquarter thing and stealing your papers."
"What??" Lizzie said, panicking, "Who do I call?"
"Kyle Goodman of the Los Angeles Police Department, I think was his name. Anyway, you might have to change your identity again."
"Has my family been notified?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know, but if I were you, I would call them today to get this thing settled."
"Okay," Lizzie said. Miranda handed her the phone, and Lizzie called information to get the number.
"Officer Goodman here," a man picked up.
"This is Elizabeth McGuire. You asked that I call you."
"Ms. McGuire! How are you?"
"I am fine, I guess. Why do I need to call you?"
"Oh, right, Um, Ms. McGuire, you aren't going to like this, but you are probably in a lot of trouble right now."
"Why? I mean, I know my papers were stolen, but do you have any more information?"
"Well, this just makes it worse, but we identified the finger prints. They belong to a Mr. Jonathan Jackson Head from Stuttgart, Arkansas. He is an ex-CIA agent who turned to the other side."
Something clicked in Lizzie's brain. "Did you say Head?"
"Yeah. You know the guy, right?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "Do you mean that he has been following me?"
"That is what we suspect. As it turns out, he is an uncle of the late Robert Horawitz. We have been working hard, and we have found him in Maine, but we did not find the papers. We suspect that he handed them off to another relative."
"Wh-when was this information stolen?"
"About a week ago," Officer Goodman said, "We don't know what tipped him off, but he is currently going through extreme examination. His wife is thought to be involved as well."
"Janet?" Lizzie whispered. These were the people that brought her to the hospital. These people seemed like such good people . . .Lizzie would have never guessed they were plotting against her.
"Have my parents been notified?"
"Yes, we have notified your whole family, and everyone is currently being held somewhere private. We might have to enter them into the program as well. We have to wait until Mr. Head gives us names, though, and everything is solved."
"So what are you saying I should do?"
"Well, that is a good question. We will provide you with the information you need on a daily basis, but we are trying very hard to keep this private. In other words, we don't want the press involved."
"Okay," Lizzie said, nodding her head. She was happy about that.
"In the meantime, have you used your credit cards or checks in the past week?"
"Only for a plane ticket," Lizzie said, and she gasped, "Oh no! Could they track me here in Boston?"
"It's possible. What airliner did you use? We will call them and ask them to alter your name."
"I used Delta."
"Okay, we are on it. In the meantime, lay low. Don't move. We are working with the phone companies and everyone to make sure you are safe. We would have you fly out here, but that is dangerous. What we can do is notify the Boston Police and ask them to help you."
"Okay," Lizzie said.
"I will notify you if anything happens. We don't want anyone hurt, okay?"
"Okay."
"I have to go now. Do you have any questions?"
"No."
"Okay, well I have to go. Talk to you later."
"Bye," Lizzie said, and she hung up the phone. Many thoughts raced through her head. The first thought she had, though, was about Gordo and Sarah. Were they okay? She felt so frazzled with the news, she forgot to ask about them.
Miranda walked over to Lizzie, "Is everything okay?"
Lizzie started crying, "No!"
"What's wrong?" Miranda asked.
"Someone is trying to get me!" Lizzie cried, "And Gordo and Sarah might be in trouble!"
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Gordo is flying out here to see you."
"What??" Lizzie cried, then she realized that might be a good thing. "When is he supposed to get here?"
"I don't know. Why? Do you need to tell him something?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said and she turned the phone on, "What is his cell phone number?"
~~~
~Gordo~
Gordo was pulling into the airport parking lot when his cell phone rang. Gordo picked it up.
"Hello?" Gordo said.
"Gordo?"
"Lizzie! How are you?"
"Gordo! Where are you? Have you bought your ticket yet?"
"No, I just arrived at the airport. Why?"
"Oh, Gordo! I was so worried! We might be in a lot of trouble! Someone is trying to get me, and they know my address."
"I know. Don't worry. That is why I am coming to you. To help you."
"No, you don't understand. You might be in a lot of trouble. The person who stole my identity is Jack Head, my land lord."
"Jack Head? Really?" Gordo said, luckily he was already parked at this point, or he would have probably had a wreck.
"Yeah, Gordo. This is so awful!"
"I am so sorry, Lizzie. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, through her tears, "when the airliner asks for your name, give a false one. Oh, and pay in cash please. I don't want your life to be in danger. Oh, and get rid of your license plate!"
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Yeah. . .come here safely."
"Sure," Gordo said, "I should be there sometime tonight."
"Okay," Lizzie said and she cried, "Gordo?"
"Yes?"
"Je t'aime."
Lizzie hung up the phone before Gordo could respond.
"I love you, too," Gordo said to the dead line, "We'll make it through this."
Gordo put his phone up and got everything out of his car. He then got rid of his liscence plate. He then walked up to the ticket place at the Delta section of the airport.
"I need two tickets for Boston," Gordo said, trying to remain as calm as possible.
"When?" the woman behind the counter asked.
"Today. As soon as possible," Gordo said.
"What is your name?"
"Jacob Smith," Gordo said. It was the first name that came into his head.
The woman typed in this information.
(A/N: I realize that the airlines ask for some sort of identification, but for the purposes of this story, the person does not ask for ID.)
"There is a flight leaving at 2:10, but it stops in Atlanta at 5:10 local time, and then in Atlanta, another flight leaves at six, which should bring you to Boston at eight local time."
"Is there anything else?"
The woman shook her head, "All the other flights are booked until tomorrow."
"Okay, fine. I will take it. How much?"
"Actually, the little girl is free, so it will be $145."
Gordo took out his money, and gave her the money, "Thanks."
Gordo walked off with his luggage to the place to give the ticket and then two hours later, he was on a plane on the way to Atlanta, and then Boston.
~~~
Los Angeles County Jail
Interview with Jonathan Jackson Head
"Alright," Detective Michaels said, "I will ask you one more time, where is the information you stole from the Witness Protection Program?"
Jack looked right into the eyes of the detective, "Sir, I will tell YOU one more time, I don't know anything. I don't know how my fingerprints ended up at the scene."
"Well, sir, I can't let you go until I hear a name."
"Hey!" Jack exclaimed, "Whatever happened to the 'innocent until proven guilty' rule?"
"Oh, we aren't saying you are guilty," the detective said, "But we are going to have to hold you here for a while."
"You can't keep me here! This is kidnapping! I want my lawyer!" Jack said, still angered.
"You will get your lawyer," Detective Michaels said, "But I will guarantee that your lawyer will advise you to tell the truth and tell you to give us the names of the people who have the information about Elizabeth McGuire."
"Naming names! Heh! What is this?? The Salem witch trials??" Jack exclaimed, "I don't have any names to give!!!" He said, finally.
"Then where are the papers?"
"How the hell would I know?"
"Sir, we know your rights as a United States Citizen, but I can also tell you this: If you don't tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, there will be consequences."
Detective Michaels left Jack with this and started toward the door, "Someone will be here to escort you to your cell in a second."
"Wait!" Jack said, and he stood up and took in a big breath, "Okay, fine, I confess. I did it."
Detective Michaels went back into the room, and sat down across from Jack, "So, you confess that you are guilty for breaking into a government office?"
Jack nodded his head and looked down, "Yeah, I did. I am guilty."
The detective nodded his head, "Where are the papers now?"
"I don't have them," Jack said, "I gave them to someone else."
"Who?"
Jack was silent for a moment.
"Who?" the detective repeated, "To whom did you give the information in question?"
Jack looked down as if he were about to cry, "I am a good man. I confessed my crime. Can you please just leave at that?"
Michaels shook his head, "Not if it puts peoples' lives in danger."
Jack sighed loudly, "Fine! I'll give you names, under the condition that you don't tell him the source."
"That sounds reasonable. What's the name?"
"It's my nephew, Todd Horowitz. His brother was Robert."
"Thank you," the detective Michaels said and he smiled, after being in that room for over an hour with the man, "Is there anyone else?"
Jack shook his head, "No, at least no one that I know of."
"Where does he live?"
"Burbank," Jack said, and then he shook his head, "But it's probably too late. They are probably in Arkansas we are speaking."
"What?" The detective said, and his smile disappeared.
"Todd has some unfinished business to attend to," Jack said, but the detective stared at him blankly, "Todd wants Elizabeth McGuire dead."
~~~
Stuttgart, Arkansas
Outside of Lucy Nelson's Apartment
Hilda was in her car with her parents outside the apartment, "Mom, dad, I think you will really like Lucy. She is one of my best friends."
Her parents nodded their heads, "She seems like a really nice girl from what we've heard. I am sorry she was in the hospital. Are you sure she will be up to attending our Valentine's Day party tomorrow night?" Hilda's mother asked.
Hilda rolled her eyes, "She is fine. I checked with the hospital, and they let her go yesterday. She is fine."
"Okay, honey, I was just asking," Hilda's mother said.
Hilda got out of the car, and her parents followed. Hilda walked up to Lucy Nelson's door. She noticed that the apartment was dark. She thought it was weird, but didn't think much of it.
Hilda rang the bell and waited for someone to answer the door, but after a few moments no one answered.
"Are you sure she is home?" her father asked.
"I guess she isn't home," Hilda said, disappointedly.
"I told you we should have called," her mother said, "We can just come back later. Let's go back to the hotel. I met this really cute bartender working there."
Hilda rolled her eyes, "Fine."
Hilda and her parents started to head back to the car.
"That's just so weird," Hilda said.
"No it's not, honey," her mother said, "She is probably out with her daughter or something."
~~~
I will update as soon as possible. There will be two more chapters after this coming up soon.(I think) Thanks for the patience.
Congrats to the Marlins and Yankees. That will be a good series! Um? Who am I rooting for? Go....whomever wins!