Evening, Day One: All Alone
Note: Yea, people like the story. I really like this storyso even if it does finish prematurelyI think I might have sequelsand triquelsare there such things as triquels?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Turtles, or Splinter. I do own Rowan and Charlie.Jake is up for sale though
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It was a simple order; get the other few that were on the force that followed Jake, hop on a train to Manhattan, and help free the boss's estranged wife and brat. But many of the men knew (including Neil) that his commanding officers obsession with finding Rowan, had bordered on the brink of insanity. And that there had even been bets laid down over the time it would take for the younger mans sanity to snap. So far, Neil suspected that he might have lost over fifty dollars. And because he had lost, he alone was on the train, on his way to the Vittorio Hotel to explain why only he was there.
Walking inside the large glass and gold glided doors, Neil O'Connally whistled at the expanse of the lobby, estimating that it alone was probably bigger than his one story home. People were milling about, waiting for cabs, dates and other snobbish affairs. He shifted uncomfortably in his plaid shirt and worn blue jeans, even more so when he approached the front counter and noticed the receptionists lip curl up.
"I'm here to see Mr. Emerson? Is he in?"
After looking the man in front of him up and down; the receptionist leafed through a book, and then back up at Neil.
"Yes, Mr. Emerson is in, and who are you?"
"Name's O'Connally. Now, what room is he in?" Neil shifted again at another disdainful look.
"Mr. Emerson is staying in suite 613."
Without another word, Neil turned and located an elevator. Wringing his hands as the doors closed, he checked his reflection in the clear shiny metal, wiping away some stray sweat across his brow. Running his hands through already thinning gray hair, he breathed deep as he pushed the button for the sixth floor. Repeating his speech over and over in his mind, but knowing that it wouldn't do him any good. As far as Jake would be concerned, he would be dead before sun up.
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Jake opened the doors to his balcony. It had been snowing earlier, and the cold air was a welcome blast. Walking out in slippered feet, he stood at the edge among the dried, dead plants that the hotel staff and been too lazy to remove. Absently he fingered a frozen branch, staring down at the cars; the small leaf crinkled under delicate fingers. He pulled his hand away and stared at the brown vegetation on his hand with a wan smile.
A light snow hand begun falling again, the snowflakes clung to his damp post-showered hair creating a halo of white that belied his intentions with the nightlife. Turning, Jake heard a knocking, and allowed himself to smile in earnest at how things were finally coming together.
Going over he swung open the door, prepared to see at least eight officers, raring to go. Instead, the door opened to reveal a small middle-aged balding man with a beer gut.
"Neil? What the fuck?" He eyed the officer in astonishment, looking past him into the hallway. Realizing that there was no one else, Jake reluctantly stepped back, allowing the other entrance.
"Well, you seethey couldn't come over because" Neil stuttered, hours of practice down the tube at crunch time.
"Out with lieuntenit. Where. Are. The. Others?"
Carefully making sure that there was some measurable space between the two, Neil continued, hands balled into fists at his side.
"Sir, you were always so preoccupied about finding Rowan, and now that you claim to have finally found her. The othersthey find it kind of hard to believe that there are actually four giant turtles living in the sewers."
Neil watched for any kind of a reaction from the younger man, a twitch, a sneer anything that would let him know what he was thinking. What he got, he was not expecting.
"Fine."
"Uh, uhfine? You're fine with that?" Both eyebrows shot up at the calm collectedness of him.
Another shrug, "Sure. If they don't believe me, then we'll have to make them believe."
"And, uh, how do you propose we do that?"
Jake looked down at his watch, a silver Rolex that Rowan had given them on their first anniversary. The hands had stopped at just past nine p.m. Broken, hmph. It figures she would give me a cheap knockoff. Just another thing to add.
"What time do you have?"
Glancing at the inside of his wrist, "A quarter to midnight. Why?"
"Perfect."
"Perfect?"
Parrot. Jake moved over to the couch and retrieved his long coat and gloves. And motioned for his partner to do the same.
"Sir? Where are we going?"
"Out."
Pulling on boots, the two men left the hotel and walked out into the slowly forming blizzard, collars turned up against the below ten weather. Jake spotted want he wanted, and with strong arms, redirected Neils course to the convience store. Looking over the counter, Jake checked out the different types of cameras.
"I'll have the Polaroid, and two packages of film. That's it."
Once the film was installed, Jake once again led Neil blindly through the alleyway. Finally, just when Neil thought his bare fingers were going to fall off from frostbite, Jake stopped and pulled off a man cover.
At the look from Neil, Jake snarled, "What? You expected them to live in Park Avenue? Don't be such a pansy. Come on."
Going down the frozen ladder, He was glad that it was so cold. At least the slime was frozen enough to walk on. Checking again, out of mild curiosity, Neil saw that it was 12 am on the dot.
December 21. Four more days till Christmas.
TBC
**Reviews**
Michael: * laughs * I thought it was too. Mmhpnot sure the realization will go over very well though..
Rene: Thanks! Although it actually came from a little girl Kirsten that I baby sita friend of mine was over, and after he said something , she looked at me and then at Dane and said, "You made my sitter look like a tomato" And she proceeded to try and tackle him because she thought I was hurtI love that kid. ^_^ As for writers blockhasn't hit me yetI don't think it willnow that chapter eleven is done, I've got tons of ideas for the next chaptersonly problem is writing them all down XP
Ramica: Yeaand watch for more cute Charlie scenes a little later!
Not as many reviews as before. But I don't mind, I've gotten back the spark to write! Thanks to you guys! Yea you!
