Chapter 9: And the semi-finalists are.
*PREVIOUSLY: When Grace went onto stage and modeled, people cheered loudly. Eric was the loudest. *
10 minutes later Basil Fields walked back onto the stage.
"Okay, seeing all the lovely ladies, the judges have decided. The semi- finalists are. New Jersey, Alaska, California, Rhode Island, New York, Florida, Washington, Massachusetts, Illinois, Michigan, Ohio, Utah, Texas, England, South Africa, Australia." Basil announced all 40 ladies and a little about them.
Eric stood up right after Grace was announced and started to whistle and cheer. He got quite a few odd stares. Grace saw him and winked, and motioned indistinctly for him to sit down. He did.
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Backstage Eric ran over to Gracie breathless.
"What? What is it?" She asked.
"Come.. now.. threats.." Eric stammered.
"Slow down. What happened?"
"Okay, okay. I just received information from Agent McDonald about more threats. They aren't the citizen letters like last time, but there is somebody here, with some sort of bomb.or.something. We have to get moving." Eric said.
"Down tiger! The semi finalists have been announced, and its over for today. I think. Lemme just check, and I'll be right back. Hold on." Grace told him, skidding off to find someone who would know something.
"Basil! Is this it for today? I have.. other important business to attend to if their isn't."
"Okay, Miss Freebush, there isn't anything else. Is their anything I can do to help?"
Grace looked away. "No, I have to handle this. But I will be here for the rest of the pageant. Don't worry."
"Okay, I wouldn't want the star pageant lady to be blown up or anything" Basil laughed.
Grace chuckled. "No sir. Nothing like that."
She ran off, back to Eric. "Okay, that is it for today. Where is this so- called 'threat'"?
"Unknown. That's out job. To find and disable it. Let's move."
"Eric! Wait! Cant I at least go to the hotel and change into my army pants and get my gun holster on my hip not."
"Where is it now?" Eric teased.
Grace shot him a dirty look.
"Okay, okay. "
The girls started to scream when Eric stood their staring.
"Okay, hot shot, you are coming with me." Grace dragged him out.
They started to jog back to the hotel. They sprinted into the lobby and jammed the up button. In the elevator Grace punched the 5 button, literally, and people started to stare. "What are you looking at?" Grace sneered. Eric laughed.
"What's got into you, Matthews?" She asked.
"It's. nothing." He chuckled as the elevator reached the 5th floor. "Saved by the bell" He muttered. Nobody heard.
Grace jammed the key card in the door, and dashed in, hitting Eric with the door.
"Ow" He yelled, rubbing his head.
"Sorry" She called back, pulling her army pants and a white tank top on. Grace reached over to her dress on the floor and un-velcroed the gun holster and put in on her hip. "Ready?" She asked breathless.
"Uh, yeah." He replied.
They ran out of the room and to the elevator. After 2 minutes Grace started to get antsy. "Come on" She grabbed Eric's arms and pulled him towards the stairs.
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At the hotel lobby Grace and Eric ran into the lobby, until the doorman stopped them. "Do you have tickets?"
Grace and Eric bared their badges. "FBI. This is official business. Plus, I, uh, am a contestant." Grace said.
"And I'm with her." Eric grinned.
Grace raised her eyebrows at Eric and laughed. Without wasting another second they sprinted past, through the lobby and to backstage.
Miss Tobin stopped Matthews. Grace came up behind.
"Ah, Miss Freebush, why are you here? The judging is over for today."
"I, uh," She started, looking down at her army pants and gun holster. "have business here. Please excuse us." She smiled flakily but only Eric noticed it was fake.
Jenny Tobin looked at them questioningly and stepped aside letting Grace and Eric dash past and start their "business."
A/N: So, what do you think so far? Please R/R.
*PREVIOUSLY: When Grace went onto stage and modeled, people cheered loudly. Eric was the loudest. *
10 minutes later Basil Fields walked back onto the stage.
"Okay, seeing all the lovely ladies, the judges have decided. The semi- finalists are. New Jersey, Alaska, California, Rhode Island, New York, Florida, Washington, Massachusetts, Illinois, Michigan, Ohio, Utah, Texas, England, South Africa, Australia." Basil announced all 40 ladies and a little about them.
Eric stood up right after Grace was announced and started to whistle and cheer. He got quite a few odd stares. Grace saw him and winked, and motioned indistinctly for him to sit down. He did.
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Backstage Eric ran over to Gracie breathless.
"What? What is it?" She asked.
"Come.. now.. threats.." Eric stammered.
"Slow down. What happened?"
"Okay, okay. I just received information from Agent McDonald about more threats. They aren't the citizen letters like last time, but there is somebody here, with some sort of bomb.or.something. We have to get moving." Eric said.
"Down tiger! The semi finalists have been announced, and its over for today. I think. Lemme just check, and I'll be right back. Hold on." Grace told him, skidding off to find someone who would know something.
"Basil! Is this it for today? I have.. other important business to attend to if their isn't."
"Okay, Miss Freebush, there isn't anything else. Is their anything I can do to help?"
Grace looked away. "No, I have to handle this. But I will be here for the rest of the pageant. Don't worry."
"Okay, I wouldn't want the star pageant lady to be blown up or anything" Basil laughed.
Grace chuckled. "No sir. Nothing like that."
She ran off, back to Eric. "Okay, that is it for today. Where is this so- called 'threat'"?
"Unknown. That's out job. To find and disable it. Let's move."
"Eric! Wait! Cant I at least go to the hotel and change into my army pants and get my gun holster on my hip not."
"Where is it now?" Eric teased.
Grace shot him a dirty look.
"Okay, okay. "
The girls started to scream when Eric stood their staring.
"Okay, hot shot, you are coming with me." Grace dragged him out.
They started to jog back to the hotel. They sprinted into the lobby and jammed the up button. In the elevator Grace punched the 5 button, literally, and people started to stare. "What are you looking at?" Grace sneered. Eric laughed.
"What's got into you, Matthews?" She asked.
"It's. nothing." He chuckled as the elevator reached the 5th floor. "Saved by the bell" He muttered. Nobody heard.
Grace jammed the key card in the door, and dashed in, hitting Eric with the door.
"Ow" He yelled, rubbing his head.
"Sorry" She called back, pulling her army pants and a white tank top on. Grace reached over to her dress on the floor and un-velcroed the gun holster and put in on her hip. "Ready?" She asked breathless.
"Uh, yeah." He replied.
They ran out of the room and to the elevator. After 2 minutes Grace started to get antsy. "Come on" She grabbed Eric's arms and pulled him towards the stairs.
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At the hotel lobby Grace and Eric ran into the lobby, until the doorman stopped them. "Do you have tickets?"
Grace and Eric bared their badges. "FBI. This is official business. Plus, I, uh, am a contestant." Grace said.
"And I'm with her." Eric grinned.
Grace raised her eyebrows at Eric and laughed. Without wasting another second they sprinted past, through the lobby and to backstage.
Miss Tobin stopped Matthews. Grace came up behind.
"Ah, Miss Freebush, why are you here? The judging is over for today."
"I, uh," She started, looking down at her army pants and gun holster. "have business here. Please excuse us." She smiled flakily but only Eric noticed it was fake.
Jenny Tobin looked at them questioningly and stepped aside letting Grace and Eric dash past and start their "business."
A/N: So, what do you think so far? Please R/R.
