The morning was going to be bright and sunny. The sun was beginning to peak
over the England hills. Light was beginning to light the lower ground but
the streetlights still remained on. One streetlight passed through the
curtains to beam on Katrina O'Malley's face. Katrina fluttered her eyelids
open to see the light beaming in. She rolled to her other side, so not to
face the street. All of the sudden, her alarm clock went off. It read 4:00
AM. She groaned as she walked out of her dorm. She went to the bathroom
where she could get ready for the day.
As she returned to her dorm, she bumped into a fellow student.
"Hey watch where you're going idiot!"
"I beg your pardon." Murmured Katrina.
"Well just watch where you're going next time, got it?"
"Yes."
"Gosh, what a freak."
Katrina turned the knob to her dorm and walked in. Katrina Juliet O'Malley was a slim, medium-height, blond, and brown-eyes, sixteen year old. Her "parents" left her at the boarding school since she was a baby. Although they paid for her dorm, clothing, books, and schooling she never met them. Katrina never left any of her valuables in her dorm. She had them all locked up in a safety deposit box in downtown. She had also grabbed a job as a waitress, so she could pay for the safety deposit box. In there she has one great treasure that always troubled her. The picture was of the whole O'Malley family. There was another girl in the picture and she only looked about two months older than the other baby in the picture. Although she never met her family, she tried to be kind to everyone she met. Though no one liked her because as she grew up she didn't exactly talk British. She taught herself to. But it still didn't help much; she did have a boyfriend at one time named Gregory Hanson, but things didn't work out.
As she prepared to leave for class, she turned toward the second bed in the room. Moisture started to cloud her eyes. Her heart felt extremely heavy. But she had to pull herself together. She started to walk out the dorm, when she turned back around.
"See you later, Catherine."
With that last comment she left the dorm.
"Quinn, can you read me?"
"Yeah!"
"How's it looking up there?"
"Pretty rough Kate's still trying to make him put down the trigger."
"Man, I wish she hurry up!"
U.S. Marshal Marcus O'Malley looked around to find Homicide Investigator Kate O'Malley-Richman's husband, FBI Agent Dave Richman, pacing the floor.
"I know what you mean Dave."
"I thought she was done playing Negotiator?"
"You know Kate, she likes feeling in charge."
"Holly just had to go say, 'Mommy why can't you have a more exciting job?' Then she says, 'Your dad talked me out of it.' Talk about pushing the blame around!"
Marcus just smiled. Holly Gloria Richman was the oldest of the second O'Malley clan. She was 16, while the other six were also 16 or 15. A great heavy feeling came on him. His daughter would be 16 this year. If only they could spend it with her. Marcus shook if off. Marcus loved his family, and he loved spoiling the younger generation. Congresswoman Shari Hanford- O'Malley and him did that a lot since they couldn't be with their daughter. Marcus snapped out of it when Shari walked over to them. Shari married Marcus sixteen years ago and they still haven't lost their fire for each other.
"Hey what are you doing here?"
"I heard Kate got sucked into a negotiation and came to see how it was going."
Next came Forensic Pathologist Lisa O'Malley-Diamond, U.S. Marshal/ Ranch Owner Quinn Diamond's wife.
"Where is he? Is he okay?"
"Hey Marcus, do I hear my wife on that end?"
"Lisa, he's up there backing Kate, and he's fine. And Quinn yes its Lisa. Who else would worry about you so much?"
"Queen Elizabeth?"
"Very funny, ha-ha. Will you guys please hurry your butts up! Dave is making a ditch out here and the floor is concrete."
"Talk to Kate. She's the one who is taking forever."
"Hey Uncle Marcus! This is some vacation isn't it?"
Marcus's nephew Robert (Rob) Samuel O'Malley showed up. Rob was the second to youngest and of course just like his dad he always loved to joke around. Their family had come to England hoping for a short vacation but of course found themselves in this situation. Their hearts were really made of gold.
"Rob, why do I feel like not answering you right now?"
"Uncle Marcus! Words do hurt this boy's heart."
Marcus just laughed. Just like Jack he thought. Thinking of which where was Jack. As his thoughts started to go in a roll again a gunshot rang out in the air.
As she returned to her dorm, she bumped into a fellow student.
"Hey watch where you're going idiot!"
"I beg your pardon." Murmured Katrina.
"Well just watch where you're going next time, got it?"
"Yes."
"Gosh, what a freak."
Katrina turned the knob to her dorm and walked in. Katrina Juliet O'Malley was a slim, medium-height, blond, and brown-eyes, sixteen year old. Her "parents" left her at the boarding school since she was a baby. Although they paid for her dorm, clothing, books, and schooling she never met them. Katrina never left any of her valuables in her dorm. She had them all locked up in a safety deposit box in downtown. She had also grabbed a job as a waitress, so she could pay for the safety deposit box. In there she has one great treasure that always troubled her. The picture was of the whole O'Malley family. There was another girl in the picture and she only looked about two months older than the other baby in the picture. Although she never met her family, she tried to be kind to everyone she met. Though no one liked her because as she grew up she didn't exactly talk British. She taught herself to. But it still didn't help much; she did have a boyfriend at one time named Gregory Hanson, but things didn't work out.
As she prepared to leave for class, she turned toward the second bed in the room. Moisture started to cloud her eyes. Her heart felt extremely heavy. But she had to pull herself together. She started to walk out the dorm, when she turned back around.
"See you later, Catherine."
With that last comment she left the dorm.
"Quinn, can you read me?"
"Yeah!"
"How's it looking up there?"
"Pretty rough Kate's still trying to make him put down the trigger."
"Man, I wish she hurry up!"
U.S. Marshal Marcus O'Malley looked around to find Homicide Investigator Kate O'Malley-Richman's husband, FBI Agent Dave Richman, pacing the floor.
"I know what you mean Dave."
"I thought she was done playing Negotiator?"
"You know Kate, she likes feeling in charge."
"Holly just had to go say, 'Mommy why can't you have a more exciting job?' Then she says, 'Your dad talked me out of it.' Talk about pushing the blame around!"
Marcus just smiled. Holly Gloria Richman was the oldest of the second O'Malley clan. She was 16, while the other six were also 16 or 15. A great heavy feeling came on him. His daughter would be 16 this year. If only they could spend it with her. Marcus shook if off. Marcus loved his family, and he loved spoiling the younger generation. Congresswoman Shari Hanford- O'Malley and him did that a lot since they couldn't be with their daughter. Marcus snapped out of it when Shari walked over to them. Shari married Marcus sixteen years ago and they still haven't lost their fire for each other.
"Hey what are you doing here?"
"I heard Kate got sucked into a negotiation and came to see how it was going."
Next came Forensic Pathologist Lisa O'Malley-Diamond, U.S. Marshal/ Ranch Owner Quinn Diamond's wife.
"Where is he? Is he okay?"
"Hey Marcus, do I hear my wife on that end?"
"Lisa, he's up there backing Kate, and he's fine. And Quinn yes its Lisa. Who else would worry about you so much?"
"Queen Elizabeth?"
"Very funny, ha-ha. Will you guys please hurry your butts up! Dave is making a ditch out here and the floor is concrete."
"Talk to Kate. She's the one who is taking forever."
"Hey Uncle Marcus! This is some vacation isn't it?"
Marcus's nephew Robert (Rob) Samuel O'Malley showed up. Rob was the second to youngest and of course just like his dad he always loved to joke around. Their family had come to England hoping for a short vacation but of course found themselves in this situation. Their hearts were really made of gold.
"Rob, why do I feel like not answering you right now?"
"Uncle Marcus! Words do hurt this boy's heart."
Marcus just laughed. Just like Jack he thought. Thinking of which where was Jack. As his thoughts started to go in a roll again a gunshot rang out in the air.