TITLE : Mummy Dearest
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : R
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : A series of bizarre murders lead the VCTF team to Brooklyn, and a strange encounter brings Sam and Bailey closer than ever.
NOTES : Oi, what happened to the feedback? *sob* Hehe, anywho, hope this isn't too boring.
Cheers!
Gomes.
---------------- Mummy Dearest, part 4. ----------------
Brooklyn Museum, New York
The team walked up the stairs of the monument. Bailey stayed close to Sam, as he always did. "Bittersweet" he would often call it; but the closeness, although it didn't satisfy his hunger for her, appeased it; it lessened the pain of seeing her in the arms of another man - just enough to make it barely livable. "Okay, once we get in there, I want you guys to keep an eye out for Victoria Klunk and Keri Yule. We both know that they'll be attending the re-opening of the Egyptian exposition, and I want to catch them before they leave, or worse yet, go into hiding." Bailey said as they neared the elevators.
"We don't know why Yule is here, but Klunk made a rather large donation to help some funding for the ceremony and a couple of excavation trips too." Sam added, as they piled into the elevator.
Bailey leaned across Sam and pressed for the third floor. Sam observed his hand, noting its rough beauty: long, strong fingers that just had a rugged sensuality to them. She closed her eyes and inhaled as Bailey's scent caressed her nostrils and delighted her senses. She felt herself getting warm and shifted uncomfortably. Bailey glanced at her. "You okay, Sam?" He asked, concerned.
She just nodded softly, and stared straight ahead. A loud "ding" signaled the third floor and the agents stepped out, instantly surveying the area: dozens of people had already began to disperse, and they realized that the opening ceremony had just ended.
"I want to thank everyone for coming today," a tender voice filled the area, "especially Ms. Klunk for her support on the project. For this, the museum would like to present her an honor plaque for her dedication." The room was filled with clapping and cheering as they awaited Valerie to accept her plaque.
Bailey nodded to Nathan, motioning for him to keep an eye on her. "Got her." Nathan whispered to Bailey, as he awaited her to step up to the podium. All agents looked at eachother surprised as a twenty-year old stepped up.
"I would just like to say that it was my pleasure to donate this money to the Egyptian wing of the museum." The brunette said. "With the unfortunate passing of my father," she paused, and took in a deep breath, in an effort to control her emotions, "I was left with a rather large sum of money and felt compelled to give back to the community. I just hope that this will open your eyes to the beauty of Egyptian civilization." She paused and looked around the room. "Thank you." Victoria stepped off the make-shift stage and walked up to the mini-bar.
A thin middle-aged woman stepped up to the microphone. "Thank you Ms. Klunk." She said, and the agents realized that the previous voice did in fact, belong to thin red-headed woman. "The museum invites you to stay, enjoy the artifacts and some refreshments. Thank you for making this afternoon most enjoyable." She smiled and stepped off the stage, joining Klunk at the bar.
Bailey nodded to Nathan and watched him head for the bar as well. He looked towards John. "Here." He reached into his pocket and produced a picture. "This is Keri Yule. Find her and question her."
"Right, boss." John play saluted Bailey and disappeared in the crowd.
Bailey stood there for awhile, staring off into group of people enjoying the Egyptian culture and took a deep breath. "Bailey?" Sam placed her hand on his shoulder. "What about us?"
Bailey turned around and paused; he hadn't really thought of himself and Sam's tasks. If it was up to me, Sam, I'd carry you to the closest room and show you my love. . . no, I'd let you *feel* my love. Bailey thought to himself. His eyes focused on Sam who was patiently awaiting an answer. "Uh, enjoy yourself?" Bailey exhaled. "I don't know Sam," he pointed to Nathan, "I don't want to overcrowd the two that we are questioning - one's enough to handle the job."
"How about we leave these two here, and we'll find Jones." Sam suggested. "We won't be too long, besides John and Nathan can either take a taxi back to the hotel or public transportation."
Bailey let out a laugh. "*Prince* John and public transportation?" His smile faded and he nodded. "Okay, I'll let Nathan know of our departure." Bailey said, as he walked towards the bar. He tapped Nathan on the shoulder. "Sorry to disturb you," he said, looking at Valerie, "but I just wanted to tell you to meet Sam and I back at the hotel."
Nathan nodded and patted Bailey on the back. "Be careful."
Bailey smiled and turned around, expecting to see Sam behind him. Panic coursed through his body as a vacated area stared back at him. "Sam." He said softly to himself. His eyes scanned the crowd, stopping at every blond head he could find. "Sam!" He said a little louder, as he began to push his way through the groups of people, not caring who he bumped into. His mouth had gone dry and his heart began to beat achingly fast. "Oh Sam. . ." He muttered desperately as he browsed through the large amount of people. He breathed a sigh of relief as he finally found her observing one of the displays. His eyes roamed over her body: that burgundy skirt-suit was really becoming on her, bringing out her bright blue eyes and contrasting with her golden hair. Bailey just stood and watched, wishing he could feel her in his arms. Normally, guys would give their arm and a leg for one night with Sam, but he knew that he could not live with just one night. One night would be too short - a whole lifetime would be too short to share all the love he had for her.
Sam stood poised in front of a mummy, unable to tear her eyes away from it. When Bailey had gone to see Nathan, she had merely glanced at it, but found an odd attraction to it's form and unsettling air. There was an empty display case with a note beside it, but she couldn't bring her eyes to leave the mummy. She glanced at the eyes, which seemed of a lifeless ice blue colour and glassed over with some sort of glazing agent. The mouth was slightly ajar with but two teeth on top, and five nestled in the bottom. The bandages were of a pale white, almost grey and covered the body from head to toe. She looked down at its foot and noticed that the bandage had been rather used where the right big toe was. She noted the pale skin and toenail that almost discreetly poked out. She jumped when a hand fell upon her shoulder.
"Remarkable, isn't it?" The tender voice whispered.
Sam placed her hand over her rapid heart beats. She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Really, I've always been fascinated by their rituals." She said, looking up at the figure.
"Oh, I'm Priscilla Pounds, the curator of the Egyptian exposition for the past seven years." She extended her hand.
Sam smiled and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you." She paused and looked into the woman's green eyes. "It's interesting how much trouble one would go through to ensure the comfort of the dead." Sam said, finally resting her eyes on the empty case. "Expecting another shipment?"
Priscilla smiled. "Yes, we always receive new shipments, almost every week actually." She walked over to the display case. "So, it's always good to check back from time to time - we are constantly renovating and working with new ideas to not only educate but entertain at the same time."
Sam smiled, there was something about this woman that drew her in. Perhaps it was her dedication and passion, believing in what she loved doing or maybe it was her calming voice, but something was fascinating about her. "Will admission be free like today?" Sam joked and looked back at the empty display case. "So, what are you expecting?"
Priscilla grinned. "Ah, like a magician, a curator never reveals her secrets!"
Sam smiled just as Bailey walked towards her. He had been watching her conversing with this lady, and wasn't sure whether to interrupt or not. "Sam." He breathed out. "Don't disappear on me like that."
There was an edge to his voice that took Sam's breath away. He seemed anxious and she had detected a slight amount of fear when he had said her name, but by looking at his face, one would never pick up on the disquietude, but Sam knew him like she knew herself. She placed her hand on his arm comfortingly. "It's okay, I was just captivated by this display, and was just chatting with . . .Priscilla Pounds?"
Priscilla smiled and extended her hand towards Bailey. "Nice to meet you. Are you two on vacation together? A lot of couples opt for museums, though it's usually the women who convince the men." She laughed.
Bailey smiled and shook her hand. "Uh, we. . ." He shrugged.
Sam blushed. "We work together. . ." She too was at a loss for words. Priscilla raised her eyebrow and glanced at both of them.
Bailey was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Listen, we have to go." He told Sam.
"It was nice meeting you." Sam said, shaking the woman's hand.
"Like-wise." She smiled at Bailey. "If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call." She handed Bailey her card and winked at him. Both agents watched her turn and mingle with other admirers.
They both stayed silent for awhile, listening to the chatter of those around them. "So. . . let's go." Bailey said, and guided Sam towards the elevators. They both stepped in and reached for the button at the same time. Both held their breaths and Bailey finally leaned in closer. Sam closed her eyes, awaiting his lips to fall upon hers. Her eyes flew open when she heard a click and watched as Bailey merely pressed the ground- floor button and almost retreat to the other side of the elevator.
Sam sighed softly as the elevator doors opened, and Bailey held them open for her. They walked to the parking lot in silence.
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : R
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : A series of bizarre murders lead the VCTF team to Brooklyn, and a strange encounter brings Sam and Bailey closer than ever.
NOTES : Oi, what happened to the feedback? *sob* Hehe, anywho, hope this isn't too boring.
Cheers!
Gomes.
---------------- Mummy Dearest, part 4. ----------------
Brooklyn Museum, New York
The team walked up the stairs of the monument. Bailey stayed close to Sam, as he always did. "Bittersweet" he would often call it; but the closeness, although it didn't satisfy his hunger for her, appeased it; it lessened the pain of seeing her in the arms of another man - just enough to make it barely livable. "Okay, once we get in there, I want you guys to keep an eye out for Victoria Klunk and Keri Yule. We both know that they'll be attending the re-opening of the Egyptian exposition, and I want to catch them before they leave, or worse yet, go into hiding." Bailey said as they neared the elevators.
"We don't know why Yule is here, but Klunk made a rather large donation to help some funding for the ceremony and a couple of excavation trips too." Sam added, as they piled into the elevator.
Bailey leaned across Sam and pressed for the third floor. Sam observed his hand, noting its rough beauty: long, strong fingers that just had a rugged sensuality to them. She closed her eyes and inhaled as Bailey's scent caressed her nostrils and delighted her senses. She felt herself getting warm and shifted uncomfortably. Bailey glanced at her. "You okay, Sam?" He asked, concerned.
She just nodded softly, and stared straight ahead. A loud "ding" signaled the third floor and the agents stepped out, instantly surveying the area: dozens of people had already began to disperse, and they realized that the opening ceremony had just ended.
"I want to thank everyone for coming today," a tender voice filled the area, "especially Ms. Klunk for her support on the project. For this, the museum would like to present her an honor plaque for her dedication." The room was filled with clapping and cheering as they awaited Valerie to accept her plaque.
Bailey nodded to Nathan, motioning for him to keep an eye on her. "Got her." Nathan whispered to Bailey, as he awaited her to step up to the podium. All agents looked at eachother surprised as a twenty-year old stepped up.
"I would just like to say that it was my pleasure to donate this money to the Egyptian wing of the museum." The brunette said. "With the unfortunate passing of my father," she paused, and took in a deep breath, in an effort to control her emotions, "I was left with a rather large sum of money and felt compelled to give back to the community. I just hope that this will open your eyes to the beauty of Egyptian civilization." She paused and looked around the room. "Thank you." Victoria stepped off the make-shift stage and walked up to the mini-bar.
A thin middle-aged woman stepped up to the microphone. "Thank you Ms. Klunk." She said, and the agents realized that the previous voice did in fact, belong to thin red-headed woman. "The museum invites you to stay, enjoy the artifacts and some refreshments. Thank you for making this afternoon most enjoyable." She smiled and stepped off the stage, joining Klunk at the bar.
Bailey nodded to Nathan and watched him head for the bar as well. He looked towards John. "Here." He reached into his pocket and produced a picture. "This is Keri Yule. Find her and question her."
"Right, boss." John play saluted Bailey and disappeared in the crowd.
Bailey stood there for awhile, staring off into group of people enjoying the Egyptian culture and took a deep breath. "Bailey?" Sam placed her hand on his shoulder. "What about us?"
Bailey turned around and paused; he hadn't really thought of himself and Sam's tasks. If it was up to me, Sam, I'd carry you to the closest room and show you my love. . . no, I'd let you *feel* my love. Bailey thought to himself. His eyes focused on Sam who was patiently awaiting an answer. "Uh, enjoy yourself?" Bailey exhaled. "I don't know Sam," he pointed to Nathan, "I don't want to overcrowd the two that we are questioning - one's enough to handle the job."
"How about we leave these two here, and we'll find Jones." Sam suggested. "We won't be too long, besides John and Nathan can either take a taxi back to the hotel or public transportation."
Bailey let out a laugh. "*Prince* John and public transportation?" His smile faded and he nodded. "Okay, I'll let Nathan know of our departure." Bailey said, as he walked towards the bar. He tapped Nathan on the shoulder. "Sorry to disturb you," he said, looking at Valerie, "but I just wanted to tell you to meet Sam and I back at the hotel."
Nathan nodded and patted Bailey on the back. "Be careful."
Bailey smiled and turned around, expecting to see Sam behind him. Panic coursed through his body as a vacated area stared back at him. "Sam." He said softly to himself. His eyes scanned the crowd, stopping at every blond head he could find. "Sam!" He said a little louder, as he began to push his way through the groups of people, not caring who he bumped into. His mouth had gone dry and his heart began to beat achingly fast. "Oh Sam. . ." He muttered desperately as he browsed through the large amount of people. He breathed a sigh of relief as he finally found her observing one of the displays. His eyes roamed over her body: that burgundy skirt-suit was really becoming on her, bringing out her bright blue eyes and contrasting with her golden hair. Bailey just stood and watched, wishing he could feel her in his arms. Normally, guys would give their arm and a leg for one night with Sam, but he knew that he could not live with just one night. One night would be too short - a whole lifetime would be too short to share all the love he had for her.
Sam stood poised in front of a mummy, unable to tear her eyes away from it. When Bailey had gone to see Nathan, she had merely glanced at it, but found an odd attraction to it's form and unsettling air. There was an empty display case with a note beside it, but she couldn't bring her eyes to leave the mummy. She glanced at the eyes, which seemed of a lifeless ice blue colour and glassed over with some sort of glazing agent. The mouth was slightly ajar with but two teeth on top, and five nestled in the bottom. The bandages were of a pale white, almost grey and covered the body from head to toe. She looked down at its foot and noticed that the bandage had been rather used where the right big toe was. She noted the pale skin and toenail that almost discreetly poked out. She jumped when a hand fell upon her shoulder.
"Remarkable, isn't it?" The tender voice whispered.
Sam placed her hand over her rapid heart beats. She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Really, I've always been fascinated by their rituals." She said, looking up at the figure.
"Oh, I'm Priscilla Pounds, the curator of the Egyptian exposition for the past seven years." She extended her hand.
Sam smiled and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you." She paused and looked into the woman's green eyes. "It's interesting how much trouble one would go through to ensure the comfort of the dead." Sam said, finally resting her eyes on the empty case. "Expecting another shipment?"
Priscilla smiled. "Yes, we always receive new shipments, almost every week actually." She walked over to the display case. "So, it's always good to check back from time to time - we are constantly renovating and working with new ideas to not only educate but entertain at the same time."
Sam smiled, there was something about this woman that drew her in. Perhaps it was her dedication and passion, believing in what she loved doing or maybe it was her calming voice, but something was fascinating about her. "Will admission be free like today?" Sam joked and looked back at the empty display case. "So, what are you expecting?"
Priscilla grinned. "Ah, like a magician, a curator never reveals her secrets!"
Sam smiled just as Bailey walked towards her. He had been watching her conversing with this lady, and wasn't sure whether to interrupt or not. "Sam." He breathed out. "Don't disappear on me like that."
There was an edge to his voice that took Sam's breath away. He seemed anxious and she had detected a slight amount of fear when he had said her name, but by looking at his face, one would never pick up on the disquietude, but Sam knew him like she knew herself. She placed her hand on his arm comfortingly. "It's okay, I was just captivated by this display, and was just chatting with . . .Priscilla Pounds?"
Priscilla smiled and extended her hand towards Bailey. "Nice to meet you. Are you two on vacation together? A lot of couples opt for museums, though it's usually the women who convince the men." She laughed.
Bailey smiled and shook her hand. "Uh, we. . ." He shrugged.
Sam blushed. "We work together. . ." She too was at a loss for words. Priscilla raised her eyebrow and glanced at both of them.
Bailey was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Listen, we have to go." He told Sam.
"It was nice meeting you." Sam said, shaking the woman's hand.
"Like-wise." She smiled at Bailey. "If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call." She handed Bailey her card and winked at him. Both agents watched her turn and mingle with other admirers.
They both stayed silent for awhile, listening to the chatter of those around them. "So. . . let's go." Bailey said, and guided Sam towards the elevators. They both stepped in and reached for the button at the same time. Both held their breaths and Bailey finally leaned in closer. Sam closed her eyes, awaiting his lips to fall upon hers. Her eyes flew open when she heard a click and watched as Bailey merely pressed the ground- floor button and almost retreat to the other side of the elevator.
Sam sighed softly as the elevator doors opened, and Bailey held them open for her. They walked to the parking lot in silence.