I am sooooooooo sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. I've got no excuse, other than the fact that my best friend kidnapped me, stuck me in a basement, and wouldn't let me have anything to eat until I started a Harry Potter story. SHE STUCK A DOUBLE MOCHA WHERE I COULDN'T REACH IT, TOO!!!!! (sobs) IT WAS HORRIBLE!!!!!!!
Anyway . . . I promise I'll update more often now, save if that horrible traumatic experience happens again.
Here's a little treat . . 100 reviews and I promise a cookie for whoever is 100 or if you want, a character in the story, and after I reach 100 I'll make sure there's a mushy moment if you want.
As Olivia pulled away from the bank, she laughed. Hell, this was almost as fun as when she was in the Bureau. Though, if she was caught she'd get a harsh warning from the precinct, and Holmes would probably fare worse than her . . he wouldn't probably even have a birth record in the computer.
"You've got to admit that was fun," she said glancing at him sideways. "Come on."
"I just don't like it; I never wanted you to be involv-"
"Hey, Holmes, calm down. Don't start going all nineteenth century on me. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. . myself, and you, that is."
"What do you mean me?" The look he gave her was nothing short of indignant.
"Well, it's not like you have a job or something," she made sure she didn't look over just then. "So it's safe to say that I'm able to support multiple people and still be fine."
"How do you know I don't have a job, thought? You've certainly never asked."
They had parked in the parking lot by now, and Olivia rolled her eyes as she unlocked the door of the car. "Fine," she slammed the door shut and gave him an overly sweet look over the roof of the car. "Holmes, do you have a job?"
"Why, Watson, I though you'd never ask," he said with an equal amount of overdone surprise, then turned and walked towards the elevator and stairs. He heard her high heels stop abruptly behind him. "What?"
"That." She pointed at the motorcycle. On the back was a small sign with streamers and a hand painted sign saying 'Just Married'. "She got married!"
"Or Koo did," added Holmes.
"Couldn't have. I don't think he realized there's a gender called 'girl' . . . . or, he hasn't came out of the closet yet."
"I beg your pardon?" Holmes looked at her curiously.
"Oh, sorry, keep forgetting the whole 'dead guy for a while' thing. It's the phrase for someone who has a preference for someone of the same sex."
"Ah, I see." He nodded his head slowly.
"Um, some people think that you were gay, as that sort of thing is called."
"What?!?"
"Let's keep moving, please," she said as she started over to the small lobby, she looked over her shoulder at him. She looked extremely nonchalant on the outside, but the topic was a keen interest. "So are you?"
"What? Gay?"
"Yeah, I mean, I know for a fact that there were people back then like that."
"Oh, really?"
She stopped him from a car pulling out, then waved at a neighbor from down the hall that didn't recognize the assumingly girl-next-door who now was barely dressed in stilettos, fire engine red hair and clothing that was obviously made with spandex. She turned back to the conversation. "Yeah, there were couples and stuff, and I know from first hand experience. One of the women from the party in the bathroom gave me a card for a club or something of the sort she belonged to with her life partner. I mean, if you are you can just say it, the people across from us upstairs are. Nice guys, Antonio and Robert. Make for great ALIAS watching partners; we're all waiting for Michael Vartan's shirt to come off."
"No wonder the dark haired one-"
"Antonio," corrected Olivia as she pressed the call button for the elevator.
"Antonio said 'the pleasure was all his', with emphasis on the second word. I'm not though." They walked into the elevator and she pressed the button for up. He gave her a look with layers of meaning she didn't really want to think of just then. "I can assure you, Olivia, that I am not like them, nor am I 'coming out of the closet'."
She wanted to sigh right then, but didn't. "Didn't think you were. Saw you staring at my legs earlier," she grinned at his shocked look that showed in the stainless steel of the walls. "Come on, admit it."
"I-I have no idea what you're talking about," he said quickly.
"Yeah you do. In the car. Just admit it and it's over and done with." She looked over at him. "Five. Four. Three. Two. On-"
The door chimed and opened. Holmes got off and started down the hall towards the apartments. She noted that he used a hand to steady himself since his footing was off. She and every other person in New York may have been used to elevators and their fluctuations in gravity, but he wasn't.
She stepped into the apartment and automatically looked over at the top of the refrigerator. "She's not home."
"How do you know? Other than the fact that you can't smell her perfume or see any scuff marks from her shoes?" he said with sarcasm.
She pointed at the top of the refrigerator, but not after allowing a slight glare. "She'd have left the keys on top of the refrigerator after getting the ingredients for her creation, strawberry-banana chocolate soda with chocolate shavings. Sounds odd, tastes better than anything else."
"Simple as that, huh?"
She grinned, then walked over to the television, clicked it on, and collapsed onto the plush dark purple couch. Holmes had (he didn't know why, exactly) taken a liking to the lime green and dark purple room. 'The only thing we could decide on' Olivia had said, 'I love my purple, she loves her green; there you go'. He started over to the couch with his hands in his pockets, staring down at the floor as he did so. Behind them the city was visible through the window behind the couch. He was starting to love the city, he thought to himself, with it's lights and sounds and people. There was always something going on no matter the time or day, and there wasn't the same need to keep as respectable as in his London. Things like dinners and evening with women before marriage were allowed. That got him thinking . . well, thinking more than he was already.
"Hey, want to watch The Professional with me?" she said, breaking into his mind. "It's the best movie ever. There's this hit man, and this little girl, and she loves him and he teaches her to be a hit man and well, it's hard to explain but, it's easier than watching Witchblade because the entire plot is really confusing. I tried explaining it to my Mum over the phone. Ack, big mistake. 'See, that's Jake, he's dead, Mum.' 'Then why is he alive?' 'Because he is.' 'But you said he was dead, Olivia.' 'He is, or he was, and now he isn't but he still is in a way because of space time continuum . . .' 'So he's dead.' 'Noooo, he's alive and-' 'But you said-' 'Forget it, Mum'. Bloody nightmare, it is. Krys and I have bet's going that they've written a few of the episodes under the influence. I mean, some of the double meanings. Damn, it's a great show."
He smiled as she gave him a helpless look after she rambled for a while. Actually, he didn't give a hang what she was saying. He just wanted to hear her talk. He'd have to tell her someday, about what he wanted to say, but, there never was a good time.
"So, which one do you want to watch?" she said, holding up a magazine picture of a dark haired woman with a sword attached to her arm, the wind blowing in her hair and a DVD box with the picture of a bearded man wearing sun glasses and a hat on, saying the words Leon.
"I suppose the first."
She walked over to the television and placed it in the player, then sat back on the couch, throwing her weight in so she sank in. "Mind you, I got it in French so Koo and Krys couldn't watch it, and it's Version Intergrale, but-"
"I hate to interrupt but it sounds as if you really like this movie."
"Love everything about it. It's like action thriller suspense on the outside that's actually a romance underneath. The girl's eleven and he's in his late thirties, so they really can't be in love but through the entire film there's this intensity and-Well, I'll spoil it if I say more, so I'll shut up."
"No, don't." She looked over at him, and he was glad the lights were off so that his slight blush didn't show. "Don't ever . . . shut up, Olivia."
There was a comfortable silence between the two as the movie started, and they both didn't say anything for a while.
"Say hello to Mister and Misses Young!" came Krys' voice from the door. She was wearing a white short dress and in her hand was a veil, which she was waving around crazily. Koo entered behind her and was wearing his regular black jeans but this time he wore a t-shirt that was printed to look like the front of a tuxedo. The lawyer she met in England was after him. Olivia's jaw dropped to the floor.
"You're kidding me." Krys shook her head.
"Nope, here's the ring, here's his ring, and here's the documents proving we're married!" She was now hugging Young very tightly and kissing him every three seconds.
"Well, congratulations, you two," Holmes said to them, with a slightly bewildered expression. "I guess."
"And you won't have to worry about another roomie, Liv. He and I already have a place upstairs!"
"How long have you two been planning this?" Olivia asked as she sat back down.
"Um, since we first met. He said that he was going to marry me and we started to plan it." She grinned. "See, zipped my mouth shut about the entire thing."
"I know this sounds spur of the moment, but I just love her," Young took her hand and squeezed it. "You two will understand someday."
Not going to even read into the one, Olivia thought. "I don't know if I ever will to the extent that you two do. I mean, this is a HUGE commitment."
"Don't rain on our parade." Krys stuck out her tongue. "We're going to have a party in a couple weeks one of the hotels. I hope you two are coming."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Koo plopped down on the couch and hit the play button. "Cool, The Professional. God damnit, it's French." He paused it again and got up. 'Are we going soon? My computer's packed and I want to see if my friend sent me the crack code generator for one of my games."
"Well, it's getting late anyway, and we all should get to bed." She took Young's hand, who helped her up. "Plus it's past Koo's bedtime."
"Don't make me sing it, Krys," Koo said in a singsong voice as they started towards the door, Olivia gave her best friend hug and kissed both her cheeks. "Adios, amiga."
Krys gave her another hug. "I'm only upstairs, remember that." Olivia nodded. "Come on, slime ball I call my little brother." The three started down the hallway.
"That's it!" said Koo. "You asked for it!" They got into the elevator and Young hit a button. "Erik and Krys sitting in a truck," he started to sing to the tune of the 'K-I-S-S-I-N-G' song. "Give them beer and watch them-" The door slammed shut on the elevator, and Olivia burst out laughing.
"I should've never taught him that song."
"You taught him that?"
"Well, um, it was late, we were drunk . . . Krys was making out with some guy I had never seen in my life and, well." She crossed her arms. "Sorry, I'm not perfect."
"Could have fooled me."
"Whatever, come on back in, we'll finish up the movie."
Olivia scuffed out of her room the next morning, bed head as it had never been seen before. The phone had started ringing and she realized that Koo had stolen the cordless from her room the day before and had never given it back.
"'Lo?" she said in a sleepy voice.
"Olivia, how are you?"
"Fine, Marshal, how are you?"
"Quite fine, and how's Holmes?"
"Um, fine," she slowly. "Why? How'd you know about him, anyway?
"Ang, but she thinks you're bunking with him, if you know what I mean."
"Note to self, kill Angie next time I see her. How bad is the news coverage?"
"Go turn to Fox."
She padded into the living room as Holmes walked in. He was fully dressed but his hair was messed up. "Hey, Holmes."
"Dude, he's there?" said Marshal.
"Yeah, why, you want to talk to him?"
"HELL YEAH!" Olivia nearly dropped the phone.
"Holmes, it's Marshal from HQ." She handed him the phone as she turned the television. "He wants to speak to you."
Holmes started talking awkwardly with the slightly nerdish guy from her work. "Well, no I don't remember how it felt to be revived. I don't know if it was painful." He walked into the other room as she flipped to the channel.
"Holy shit! This can NOT be outside our house." She ran to the window and looked out it. Sure enough, it was the exact scene as on the television. "Great, I speak too soon. Holmes, say 'bye-bye, Marshal'."
"Slightly hard, Watson . . . He won't shut up," he said as he put his hand over the mouthpiece.
Olivia went over to her purse and got out her cell phone. "I'm calling my Mum, we can stay at her house in Jersey for a while," she said to Holmes as she dialed the number. "Mum? Yeah, it's me. Listen, we have a slight- Oh, you're watching this on the TV? Yeah, thank you so much Mum, see you in a couple hours. Love you, bye."
She hung up the phone, and watched as Holmes tried to get off the phone with Marshal, then tossed her the phone so she could hang it up. "Mum, said it's fine for a few days if we stay there. She was going to call us in a few minutes to offer anyway. It's a bit of a ride to the beach where she lives but it'll give a change to see the suburbia."
"Alright then, should I go pack?"
"Yeah, I've got to see which way we should get out of here. Have a few escape patterns planned out incase of anything bad, like a bad date or something." She started over to the back window of the second apartments, looking out; she could see that the alley was empty. Perfect. They could go down the hallway to the service elevators to the boiler room, the take the stairs to the garage and be out quick.
"Ready, yet, Watson?" Holmes called as she came out of her room, jacket in hand and a duffel bag.
"Yeah." She walked towards the front door and swung it open, then had to stand in shock. At least thirty news reporters were standing in the cramped hallway, and they now were snapping away. She slammed the door shut and stood against it, eyes wide. Holmes looked at her nervously.
"What do we do now?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then grinned. "I hope you're in shape, Sherlock Holmes."
They climbed out to the fire escape, and she started up the ladder. "Matilda and I worked for the FBI under the same boss, to put it simply. She'd take a bullet for me. I don't think she'll find us barging in." She paused while she was climbing. "Well, I just hope Leon isn't home."
"Why?" said Holmes as he started up.
"Because they don't get to see each other that much and well, last time a cat accidentally found it's way in there while they were sort of 'busy', it was shot."
He paled.
"Well, let's hope he's not home." The window was open, luckily, and they crawled in. The place was sparsely decorated, but every type of weapon imaginable was lying around.
Holmes went to pick one up and she slapped his hand. "He's a gun enthusiast and an ex-hit man, I wouldn't touch those if I were you."
"But wouldn't they know since she works for the FBI?" She shrugged as they started toward the front door.
"I don't know. Works for the government or something. He has a cousin named Victor I think who works in some sort of international thing. Matilda?"
A dark haired, dark eyed woman in her late twenties came out of the bathroom brushing her teeth. Her arm was behind her and in what seemed her back pocket. She stared at Olivia.
"Listen, slight problem, and uh, you see, Hol-"
Matilda pulled out a small gun and clicked the safety off, Olivia turned and saw that it was Holmes, who was raising his hands over his head.
"Um, Matilda, he's with me. Listen, can we just use the front door?"
She nodded, and continued to brush her teeth. Holmes followed Olivia out.
She smiled at him as they waited for the elevator. "See, what did I say? Isn't she nice?"
"She nearly shot me square between the eyes!"
"Well, I mean, she's never really had family other than Leon, and you see, it just wore off on her. Give the girl a break." She stepped on; hit another button and the back door for the employees opened. She walked through and hit the button for the other elevator. "Come on, this will take us to the garage without any chance of them hitting the button or something and then seeing us because I really don't feel like crawling out of the elevator shaft today."
It came a few moments later and they were soon down in the garage. Throwing their stuff in the back, she told him to duck as they left. "God, all this over me, and it's not even really me."
"No, I think it's the movie buffs. Like Harry Potter, those who don't read wait for the movie."
"Well rain on my parade, why don't you." Holmes stuck his nose in the air and put on a hurt expression
"It'd be my pleasure, Mr. Holmes," Olivia grinned and turned on the car. Soon they were on the highway and on their way.