Eternity's Voice - You get a nice long thank you because you were the only one to read and reviewed my chapter. :-(
Thank you very much for letting me use the spider-web thingy mah-bob analogy... I'll use it one of the upcoming chapters.
I see that you've caught what I have been trying to get by without doing. ;-P...
I'd gotten so frustrated at how little I tried to develop the characters, and I, well, I wanted to fix it, but I'm lazy, so... But I am trying to make amends... I told most of this chapter from my twoo bloves point of view.
Also: I must recommend that EVERYONE reads Sabby13's Teacher's Pet. It is an EXCELLENT X-Men: Evolution ficcy, and I LOVE it. :-)
Chapter 12 - Very prompt, for me.
Natalie Demino never wanted to be a cop. She was perfectly happy popping into computer systems, and playing around. After three and a half years of going undetected, a trace was made to her lap top, and at 18, she was arrested. For her crimes, she would have gotten 6 years in a medium security prison. But she was useful, and wouldn't have stayed very long. Being inside would have made it much to easy for her to break out, anyway.
So Natalie was recruited to the newborn Cyber Crime unit, and within a year, moved to cyber homicide, an elite group of former hackers who deal in murders that have any and everything to do with computers.
Natalie was required to work for the NYPD for six years and seven months. It didn't bother her; she got to be on computers almost all day, and got a steady paycheck for basically surfing the net, but then there were the actual field cases. The latest one's were the worst yet.
Natalie slammed through the office doors. "Another one."
Cheryl winced a little bit. "Uh, yeah. 2nd and Bush this time."
Natalie sighed, and clenched a fist a little bit, "Digi-Indie?"
"Yeah," Cheryl sighed. "Woman this time. Joanne Killbourne. She was a part of the development and research team. Head of it, I think." Cheryl glanced at the digital pad in front of her. "Yeah. She was."
"Cause of Death?" Natalie asked in an exasperated voice.
"Unknown... We don't have a damn clue."
Natalie sat down at her desk, waiting for Kat to come in. They were heading back to the scene of the crime.
***
Alex squatted on the rooftop. Looking into her window was his favorite pass time. It sounded sick, but it wasn't. It was dedicated. He'd die for Natalie - and probably would. Alex sat on his haunches, and gazed into her bedroom window. She wasn't at her computer, an unusual occurrence for a former computer hacker. She was in the bathroom, taking a shower, he supposed. He restrained his need to enter the apartment, and clenched his muscles, and held on to the fire escape lightly.
Natalie entered the room with an extremely pissed off look on her face. Her eyebrows were scrunched up and creased in a frown. She flicked the computer on with a frustrated jab, and tightened her hold on her towel simultaneously. Alex's grip on the fire escape tightened, and he fought his urge to simply smash the window in and kiss Natalie's frowning lips.
Natalie called up the Internet, and went to the NYPD website, and opened the search engine. She typed in criteria. Even with his excellent sight, Alex couldn't distinguish between letters. A picture was called up. While it loaded, Natalie rose from her seat, and began to get dressed. The swift, jerky movements of her arms alerted Alex to her knowledge of his presence.
He sighed, and after she had finished, pushed in the open window. She didn't turn around at the noise, and sat at her computer chair. Her wrists lay on the keyboard and she held her head down. The muscles in her neck were tight, and grew tenser the closer Alex came to her.
"You always sit out there," Natalie said. She turned around slightly, relying mostly on her peripheral vision to see him. "I figured you might get lonely since it's getting so cold." Natalie turned by to the computer screen, and began typing with quick jerks of her fingers. "It's some tea on the stove," she said in an ironic voice, "make yourself at home."
Alex was confused, she hated him, right? She should hate him. He spied on her for her worst enemy, and he was a thief, a murderer. She should hate him. But for some reason, she was welcoming him into her home. Alex sat down in the closest of the two chairs adjacent to her desk, and looked at the back of her exposed neck. The muscles were not as tense. She typed away, browsing the search engine's database. The third search in a row came up empty. Alex rose to his feet, looking decidedly away from the computer.
"What are you looking for?" He asked. "Maybe I could help."
"If you could help me with this, I would have to arrest you," Natalie replied. "She turned her head towards where Alex was standing, and smiled at him. "I'm looking for a particular person, and I am having a little trouble."
"Who?" Alex asked, returning to his seat, and scooting closer to Natalie's. She didn't say anything for a while, and the only sound was their breathing, and her swift key strokes.
"Someone that is connected with a few murders," Natalie finally said with a sigh. "Someone connected with a few very important murdered people."
"May I be of any help?" Alex asked hesitantly. He stood from the overstuffed chair, and leaned a little over Natalie's shoulder. Natalie's head tilted and she looked towards the swirling bracelet on her wrists.
"Not gonna happen," she whispered. "What the hell, he'll see it anyway," Natalie mumbled. "A company is suffering from a few losses. A few important losses." Natalie smirked a little and tilted her head towards Alex, a little surprised at how close he was. "You know, sometimes I have to curb my urge to just hack into computers. It's so easy. A few clicks, a couple quick tricks, and I'm in. I only have a few more years in my sentence, you know. It's already been two, four more to go, and I'm free as a naked ass flasher before getting caught. Freeballing," Natalie said, not thinking before speaking. She cringed a little as Alex laughed.
Alex's laughs slowed as Natalie closed the browser window, and put the computer into sleep mode. She turned around in her chair, and leaned on her elbows against the desktop. "You know, I already have a few offers," Natalie said with no inflection in her voice. "A company called Aluminum Distribution." Natalie looked into Alex's eyes, "You'd think he'd be a little more subtle, wouldn't you." She turned the swivel chair back around to the computer, flicking through disks until she found what she was looking for. She slid it into the computer. "Tell Irons that the spy-ware is easily detected." She moved the mouse. "Any mediocre hacker could have gotten through his defenses." She didn't turn around, expecting Alex to leave. She began to type in a new document, and began to play music.
"I do my job, and my job isn't to be a messenger boy," Alex said, surprising Natalie that he was still there.
Natalie turned around fully, beginning to speak, but was stopped by the empty room before her. She hadn't even heard him leave. Natalie turned back around in her chair, confident that Alex was still there. 'I'm sorry.' she typed in extremely large font on her computer screen, before shutting it down and laying down in her bed.
Alex smiled a little, and leaned back on his haunches, not even noticing that his phone was ringing. When he realized it, he flipped it open, and swiftly answered.
"I wonder what could distract you from answering you phone, Alexander," Irons said.
"It won't happen again," Alex answered, his hand shaking a little.
"I know it won't."
Thank you very much for letting me use the spider-web thingy mah-bob analogy... I'll use it one of the upcoming chapters.
I see that you've caught what I have been trying to get by without doing. ;-P...
I'd gotten so frustrated at how little I tried to develop the characters, and I, well, I wanted to fix it, but I'm lazy, so... But I am trying to make amends... I told most of this chapter from my twoo bloves point of view.
Also: I must recommend that EVERYONE reads Sabby13's Teacher's Pet. It is an EXCELLENT X-Men: Evolution ficcy, and I LOVE it. :-)
Chapter 12 - Very prompt, for me.
Natalie Demino never wanted to be a cop. She was perfectly happy popping into computer systems, and playing around. After three and a half years of going undetected, a trace was made to her lap top, and at 18, she was arrested. For her crimes, she would have gotten 6 years in a medium security prison. But she was useful, and wouldn't have stayed very long. Being inside would have made it much to easy for her to break out, anyway.
So Natalie was recruited to the newborn Cyber Crime unit, and within a year, moved to cyber homicide, an elite group of former hackers who deal in murders that have any and everything to do with computers.
Natalie was required to work for the NYPD for six years and seven months. It didn't bother her; she got to be on computers almost all day, and got a steady paycheck for basically surfing the net, but then there were the actual field cases. The latest one's were the worst yet.
Natalie slammed through the office doors. "Another one."
Cheryl winced a little bit. "Uh, yeah. 2nd and Bush this time."
Natalie sighed, and clenched a fist a little bit, "Digi-Indie?"
"Yeah," Cheryl sighed. "Woman this time. Joanne Killbourne. She was a part of the development and research team. Head of it, I think." Cheryl glanced at the digital pad in front of her. "Yeah. She was."
"Cause of Death?" Natalie asked in an exasperated voice.
"Unknown... We don't have a damn clue."
Natalie sat down at her desk, waiting for Kat to come in. They were heading back to the scene of the crime.
***
Alex squatted on the rooftop. Looking into her window was his favorite pass time. It sounded sick, but it wasn't. It was dedicated. He'd die for Natalie - and probably would. Alex sat on his haunches, and gazed into her bedroom window. She wasn't at her computer, an unusual occurrence for a former computer hacker. She was in the bathroom, taking a shower, he supposed. He restrained his need to enter the apartment, and clenched his muscles, and held on to the fire escape lightly.
Natalie entered the room with an extremely pissed off look on her face. Her eyebrows were scrunched up and creased in a frown. She flicked the computer on with a frustrated jab, and tightened her hold on her towel simultaneously. Alex's grip on the fire escape tightened, and he fought his urge to simply smash the window in and kiss Natalie's frowning lips.
Natalie called up the Internet, and went to the NYPD website, and opened the search engine. She typed in criteria. Even with his excellent sight, Alex couldn't distinguish between letters. A picture was called up. While it loaded, Natalie rose from her seat, and began to get dressed. The swift, jerky movements of her arms alerted Alex to her knowledge of his presence.
He sighed, and after she had finished, pushed in the open window. She didn't turn around at the noise, and sat at her computer chair. Her wrists lay on the keyboard and she held her head down. The muscles in her neck were tight, and grew tenser the closer Alex came to her.
"You always sit out there," Natalie said. She turned around slightly, relying mostly on her peripheral vision to see him. "I figured you might get lonely since it's getting so cold." Natalie turned by to the computer screen, and began typing with quick jerks of her fingers. "It's some tea on the stove," she said in an ironic voice, "make yourself at home."
Alex was confused, she hated him, right? She should hate him. He spied on her for her worst enemy, and he was a thief, a murderer. She should hate him. But for some reason, she was welcoming him into her home. Alex sat down in the closest of the two chairs adjacent to her desk, and looked at the back of her exposed neck. The muscles were not as tense. She typed away, browsing the search engine's database. The third search in a row came up empty. Alex rose to his feet, looking decidedly away from the computer.
"What are you looking for?" He asked. "Maybe I could help."
"If you could help me with this, I would have to arrest you," Natalie replied. "She turned her head towards where Alex was standing, and smiled at him. "I'm looking for a particular person, and I am having a little trouble."
"Who?" Alex asked, returning to his seat, and scooting closer to Natalie's. She didn't say anything for a while, and the only sound was their breathing, and her swift key strokes.
"Someone that is connected with a few murders," Natalie finally said with a sigh. "Someone connected with a few very important murdered people."
"May I be of any help?" Alex asked hesitantly. He stood from the overstuffed chair, and leaned a little over Natalie's shoulder. Natalie's head tilted and she looked towards the swirling bracelet on her wrists.
"Not gonna happen," she whispered. "What the hell, he'll see it anyway," Natalie mumbled. "A company is suffering from a few losses. A few important losses." Natalie smirked a little and tilted her head towards Alex, a little surprised at how close he was. "You know, sometimes I have to curb my urge to just hack into computers. It's so easy. A few clicks, a couple quick tricks, and I'm in. I only have a few more years in my sentence, you know. It's already been two, four more to go, and I'm free as a naked ass flasher before getting caught. Freeballing," Natalie said, not thinking before speaking. She cringed a little as Alex laughed.
Alex's laughs slowed as Natalie closed the browser window, and put the computer into sleep mode. She turned around in her chair, and leaned on her elbows against the desktop. "You know, I already have a few offers," Natalie said with no inflection in her voice. "A company called Aluminum Distribution." Natalie looked into Alex's eyes, "You'd think he'd be a little more subtle, wouldn't you." She turned the swivel chair back around to the computer, flicking through disks until she found what she was looking for. She slid it into the computer. "Tell Irons that the spy-ware is easily detected." She moved the mouse. "Any mediocre hacker could have gotten through his defenses." She didn't turn around, expecting Alex to leave. She began to type in a new document, and began to play music.
"I do my job, and my job isn't to be a messenger boy," Alex said, surprising Natalie that he was still there.
Natalie turned around fully, beginning to speak, but was stopped by the empty room before her. She hadn't even heard him leave. Natalie turned back around in her chair, confident that Alex was still there. 'I'm sorry.' she typed in extremely large font on her computer screen, before shutting it down and laying down in her bed.
Alex smiled a little, and leaned back on his haunches, not even noticing that his phone was ringing. When he realized it, he flipped it open, and swiftly answered.
"I wonder what could distract you from answering you phone, Alexander," Irons said.
"It won't happen again," Alex answered, his hand shaking a little.
"I know it won't."
