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Chapter 10: Undercover
"So, Matthews, where do we start?" Grace asked as they walked around backstage.
"That's what we need to find out and where you come in, Hart."
Grace shot a disgusted looks at Eric, causing him to laugh.
"What's so goddamn funny?"
"You're face." Eric teased.
In a sarcastic tone she answered, "What, do I, like, have a zit or something?"
Eric laughed at her again.
"Funny Eric. You wont be laughing when someone is killed and you are out of a job. What, what. Yeah!"
"Fine. You win. Let's just get to work before McDonald comes out here. You'll know that will be the worst of our problems." Eric groaned.
"Sure. Do you want 1 nut or 2?" Grace asked.
Eric gave her odd looks.
"I mean doughnuts. See? These are doughnuts." She said waving one under his nose.
"Uh...Right. Why are they back here?" He asked grabbing 2, holding one just above the groin area.
Grace started to point and laugh loudly. Apparently Eric didn't realize where his nut was. A/N: You do know I am still talking about the doughnut. Okay then.
"What is so damn funny, Hart?"
Between laughs she replied, "Look down."
Eric looked down, then up at Grace. "You're sick, you know that?"
"Oh yeah." She rolled her eyes. "I guess, we should get back to work on this..."
"You want back to work?" He asked puzzled.
"No, I just said that to impress you." She said in a fake sweet voice.
Eric scoffed and flipped Grace off.
"Fuck you too, Eric. I know I don't want too. What, what, yeah." She said again.
Eric rolled his eyes. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that, Hart?"
"Yeah, and damn proud of it."
"Right. We.. uh.. better start looking for clues and.. stuff"
"Whatever." Grace said.
They started walking aimlessly around 'looking' for clues.
After an hour Grace stopped. "You know goddamn what?"
"What?"
"I think this is a set up. Someone called in a "threat" but there isn't one. We've been looking aimlessly for an hour. Lets call it a night and go already. Nobody else is here." Grace said, looking around, as the lights started to turn off.
"I guess." Eric sighed.
They slipped out the backstage door as the rest of the lights turned off.
Outside
"So, Matthews, I don't know about you, but I'm starved."
"Again?!"
"Yeah. It's..."Grace looks down at her watch, "8:15 PM. If you didn't notice, I was in the pageant most of the day and couldn't eat more then a light snack. "
"Right. So, where to?"
"Uh, is there place that has steak around here?"
Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"There ISN'T?"
Eric sighed. "Yeah, there is. Right around the block."
"Lets go." Grace said, dragging Eric along with her.
At the restaurant
"I can guess what you're ordering, Hart."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Steak, blood rare, and a beer. Am I right?"
"Actually I was going more for 2 but close enough. I bet you will order...uh, lobster and.." Grace looked down at the menu, and in a French accent, "a glass of wine."
"Red or white?"
"White. Chardonnay. I'm right, huh?"
"I am ordering Chardonnay but I'm in the mood for steak..."
"You, steak?"
"Yes. Me, steak. You're not the only agent who can eat it, ya know."
"I've gotta see you devouring a blood rare steak."
"Rare? Ha! I want to live. Unlike someone I know" Eric replied, looking at Grace.
"Wussy."
"Watch it!"
Grace kicked Eric under the table. He kicked back, and they continued without noticing the waiter who had approached.
"Good evening, what can I get you tonight?"
"Garcon, I want 2 Heinkiken's and New York Steak, blood rare."
Grace was unaware this was a steak restaurant not some fancy place that Victor had taken her. The waiter gave her a look of disgust, then moved on to get Eric's order. "And for you, sir?"
"Chardonnay, the best one you have, and New York Steak," Eric paused and looked at Grace, who smirked, "Blood rare."
"Okay, I will be right back with you're drinks."
"Look who's taking risks now." Grace said, smiling, and taking the bottle of beer the waiter brought. Before she could protest about not having 2, Eric took his wine and they clinked glasses in a toast. Little did they know what was happening back at pageant central.
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Chapter 10: Undercover
"So, Matthews, where do we start?" Grace asked as they walked around backstage.
"That's what we need to find out and where you come in, Hart."
Grace shot a disgusted looks at Eric, causing him to laugh.
"What's so goddamn funny?"
"You're face." Eric teased.
In a sarcastic tone she answered, "What, do I, like, have a zit or something?"
Eric laughed at her again.
"Funny Eric. You wont be laughing when someone is killed and you are out of a job. What, what. Yeah!"
"Fine. You win. Let's just get to work before McDonald comes out here. You'll know that will be the worst of our problems." Eric groaned.
"Sure. Do you want 1 nut or 2?" Grace asked.
Eric gave her odd looks.
"I mean doughnuts. See? These are doughnuts." She said waving one under his nose.
"Uh...Right. Why are they back here?" He asked grabbing 2, holding one just above the groin area.
Grace started to point and laugh loudly. Apparently Eric didn't realize where his nut was. A/N: You do know I am still talking about the doughnut. Okay then.
"What is so damn funny, Hart?"
Between laughs she replied, "Look down."
Eric looked down, then up at Grace. "You're sick, you know that?"
"Oh yeah." She rolled her eyes. "I guess, we should get back to work on this..."
"You want back to work?" He asked puzzled.
"No, I just said that to impress you." She said in a fake sweet voice.
Eric scoffed and flipped Grace off.
"Fuck you too, Eric. I know I don't want too. What, what, yeah." She said again.
Eric rolled his eyes. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that, Hart?"
"Yeah, and damn proud of it."
"Right. We.. uh.. better start looking for clues and.. stuff"
"Whatever." Grace said.
They started walking aimlessly around 'looking' for clues.
After an hour Grace stopped. "You know goddamn what?"
"What?"
"I think this is a set up. Someone called in a "threat" but there isn't one. We've been looking aimlessly for an hour. Lets call it a night and go already. Nobody else is here." Grace said, looking around, as the lights started to turn off.
"I guess." Eric sighed.
They slipped out the backstage door as the rest of the lights turned off.
Outside
"So, Matthews, I don't know about you, but I'm starved."
"Again?!"
"Yeah. It's..."Grace looks down at her watch, "8:15 PM. If you didn't notice, I was in the pageant most of the day and couldn't eat more then a light snack. "
"Right. So, where to?"
"Uh, is there place that has steak around here?"
Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"There ISN'T?"
Eric sighed. "Yeah, there is. Right around the block."
"Lets go." Grace said, dragging Eric along with her.
At the restaurant
"I can guess what you're ordering, Hart."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Steak, blood rare, and a beer. Am I right?"
"Actually I was going more for 2 but close enough. I bet you will order...uh, lobster and.." Grace looked down at the menu, and in a French accent, "a glass of wine."
"Red or white?"
"White. Chardonnay. I'm right, huh?"
"I am ordering Chardonnay but I'm in the mood for steak..."
"You, steak?"
"Yes. Me, steak. You're not the only agent who can eat it, ya know."
"I've gotta see you devouring a blood rare steak."
"Rare? Ha! I want to live. Unlike someone I know" Eric replied, looking at Grace.
"Wussy."
"Watch it!"
Grace kicked Eric under the table. He kicked back, and they continued without noticing the waiter who had approached.
"Good evening, what can I get you tonight?"
"Garcon, I want 2 Heinkiken's and New York Steak, blood rare."
Grace was unaware this was a steak restaurant not some fancy place that Victor had taken her. The waiter gave her a look of disgust, then moved on to get Eric's order. "And for you, sir?"
"Chardonnay, the best one you have, and New York Steak," Eric paused and looked at Grace, who smirked, "Blood rare."
"Okay, I will be right back with you're drinks."
"Look who's taking risks now." Grace said, smiling, and taking the bottle of beer the waiter brought. Before she could protest about not having 2, Eric took his wine and they clinked glasses in a toast. Little did they know what was happening back at pageant central.
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