Authors Note – Ok thanx to everyone who reviewed, you guys are great!! I'm
not promising to be nice to Grace and Eric in this fic, you'll just have to
wait and see hehe!! All I will say is that 'Emerald' is really more of an
observer at the min!! I'm also going to scrap the romance since I've
decided I can do angst better, there may be romance later but first the
fun, angst, angst, angst hehe!! Anyway onwards to the story..
Disclaimer – Do I need to tell you it ain't mine?? Well if I do...IT IS NOT MINE!
Chapter 2
I pushed the door open, I would love to say I took a deep breath or I mentally steeled myself or some other romantic crap like that but hey, this is life we don't have time for deep breaths and if your not mentally prepared before your standing outside the room you are about to walk into and lie through your teeth then you must be suicidal or something. Anyway if I had paused then Thomas would have suspected something. Oh not consciously, he was far too stupid for that, but the seeds of mistrust would be sown deep in his sub-conscious and that is something to avoid at all costs. I know, I know it sounds melodramatic but it's a useful fact, could save your life someday! Sure as hell has saved mine!
The guy I saw in the office was exactly like the pictures SL had sent me of him, but then again SL always had up-to-the-second information on anyone, anywhere in the world. No kidding sometimes it even scares me how much that guy knows, but I guess that's his job, to know everything. The guy glanced up as I walked in and for a millisecond I stood there thinking, bimbo, bitch, bimbo bitch, bimbo...bitch...bimbo....bitch. Ok so I was lying when I said you have to prepare everything before you begin an assignment something have to be left until you meet the person, get a feel of their personality if you know what I mean. I do bitches better than Bimbos anyway, I guess it's because I really am one!
'Senior Detective Matthews, Eric Matthews?' I ask even though I know exactly what the answer will be. That's my job I guess SL knows everything I ask stupid questions. He is now staring right at me, his eyes assessing, trying to figure out what the guy's at the top have sent him. I'm used to it, it only puts him at a disadvantage because I know exactly what I'm dealing with, Male, Dark hair and eyes, nearing 45 and judging by the golfing magazine in the middle of a mid-life crisis. I knew his track record as well, he did good on the Beauty pageant thing, him and his wife, a couple of homicide cases he cracked as well which most people said were impossible, another spate of bombings in San Fran, they asked for him especially, and finally his piece de resistance so to speak the capture of the snowman, a notorious serial killer. There it is this guy's life in a few sentences, when did this happen to me? Since when have people's lives only been three sentences scrawled on a piece of paper, memorised then destroyed to me. I used to care about the targets, but I guess it finally gets to you.
'Yes, that's me and you are?' he asked casually but I could tell by his body language that it riled him to not have the upper hand, this guy liked to be in control and he liked to know what was going on around him. I smiled at him, not sickly, not flirtatious, and maybe kind of tense. The I'm-harassed-and-can't-be-bothered-with-men-career-woman smile, as I smiled at him I took in at a glance the layout of his office, SL had as usual come up with the goods there was nothing unexpected about this room. He even got the slight slant one of his certificates adorning the walls was at.
'Emerald, Emerald Liston, detective' even as I was speaking I was regretting the bitch decision. Maybe just maybe I could be a...but before the thought even matured in my mind I suppressed it. Maybe I had screwed, maybe playing the bitch was the wrong decision but it was a decision I had already made and it was irreversible. 'I was transferred here from Chicago by the Chief Commissioner, the whole crimes reported vs. results achieved ratio thing...' I let my voice trail off, telling him just enough to realise lying would be pointless but not enough for him to condemn as a complete cow just yet. He flushed, god how predictable, everything is a personal attack on their ego with men, they never can realise that we're not trying to make them feel bad simply stating the truth. He was struggling to say something with dignity and composure and I let him suffer, mentally I ran through my cover story to check one final time for leaks and I pretended not to realise the difficulties he was in. Yup I really am a bitch, but the guy dug his own grave.
A/N – Sorry I know it's short but I don't want to get involved with Gracie until next chapter. Remember feedback feeds the author and makes her want to write more! (
Disclaimer – Do I need to tell you it ain't mine?? Well if I do...IT IS NOT MINE!
Chapter 2
I pushed the door open, I would love to say I took a deep breath or I mentally steeled myself or some other romantic crap like that but hey, this is life we don't have time for deep breaths and if your not mentally prepared before your standing outside the room you are about to walk into and lie through your teeth then you must be suicidal or something. Anyway if I had paused then Thomas would have suspected something. Oh not consciously, he was far too stupid for that, but the seeds of mistrust would be sown deep in his sub-conscious and that is something to avoid at all costs. I know, I know it sounds melodramatic but it's a useful fact, could save your life someday! Sure as hell has saved mine!
The guy I saw in the office was exactly like the pictures SL had sent me of him, but then again SL always had up-to-the-second information on anyone, anywhere in the world. No kidding sometimes it even scares me how much that guy knows, but I guess that's his job, to know everything. The guy glanced up as I walked in and for a millisecond I stood there thinking, bimbo, bitch, bimbo bitch, bimbo...bitch...bimbo....bitch. Ok so I was lying when I said you have to prepare everything before you begin an assignment something have to be left until you meet the person, get a feel of their personality if you know what I mean. I do bitches better than Bimbos anyway, I guess it's because I really am one!
'Senior Detective Matthews, Eric Matthews?' I ask even though I know exactly what the answer will be. That's my job I guess SL knows everything I ask stupid questions. He is now staring right at me, his eyes assessing, trying to figure out what the guy's at the top have sent him. I'm used to it, it only puts him at a disadvantage because I know exactly what I'm dealing with, Male, Dark hair and eyes, nearing 45 and judging by the golfing magazine in the middle of a mid-life crisis. I knew his track record as well, he did good on the Beauty pageant thing, him and his wife, a couple of homicide cases he cracked as well which most people said were impossible, another spate of bombings in San Fran, they asked for him especially, and finally his piece de resistance so to speak the capture of the snowman, a notorious serial killer. There it is this guy's life in a few sentences, when did this happen to me? Since when have people's lives only been three sentences scrawled on a piece of paper, memorised then destroyed to me. I used to care about the targets, but I guess it finally gets to you.
'Yes, that's me and you are?' he asked casually but I could tell by his body language that it riled him to not have the upper hand, this guy liked to be in control and he liked to know what was going on around him. I smiled at him, not sickly, not flirtatious, and maybe kind of tense. The I'm-harassed-and-can't-be-bothered-with-men-career-woman smile, as I smiled at him I took in at a glance the layout of his office, SL had as usual come up with the goods there was nothing unexpected about this room. He even got the slight slant one of his certificates adorning the walls was at.
'Emerald, Emerald Liston, detective' even as I was speaking I was regretting the bitch decision. Maybe just maybe I could be a...but before the thought even matured in my mind I suppressed it. Maybe I had screwed, maybe playing the bitch was the wrong decision but it was a decision I had already made and it was irreversible. 'I was transferred here from Chicago by the Chief Commissioner, the whole crimes reported vs. results achieved ratio thing...' I let my voice trail off, telling him just enough to realise lying would be pointless but not enough for him to condemn as a complete cow just yet. He flushed, god how predictable, everything is a personal attack on their ego with men, they never can realise that we're not trying to make them feel bad simply stating the truth. He was struggling to say something with dignity and composure and I let him suffer, mentally I ran through my cover story to check one final time for leaks and I pretended not to realise the difficulties he was in. Yup I really am a bitch, but the guy dug his own grave.
A/N – Sorry I know it's short but I don't want to get involved with Gracie until next chapter. Remember feedback feeds the author and makes her want to write more! (