Chapter 4-"Reality Town"
A/N: Thanks to BlackRose, Northern Star and Tab for all their support and comments on the last chapter.
*****
SEATTLE CITY JAIL
"Okay kid" the door slid open "You can go" Det. Sung stood there
Jack stood up from the cot "I'm out?"
Sung shook his head "What? You think I'm stupid? You kidnapped that girl three years ago. She gave a positive ID-"
"She's lyin'"
"Cut the crap Warren" Sung informed, "You were in here for 'protection' before. But the situation has changed." He stepped into his cell, closing the door behind him "You and I both know that you did it, but that this kind of crime is more often bribed away cause it's considered a throwaway, not worth the paper to write up a report. City has more "important" things to worry about. You'd be outta here and back to sellin out more girls faster then I can fill this tank up with drunks."
"So you're admitting defeat?"
Sung had to restrain himself then. "Get one thing straight kid, you didn't WIN here. You think sitting in a jail cell surrounded by guys who could pop your head like a pimple and other who would love to whomp your ass in the showers is wining? Let me tell you something-" Sung leaned closer "A lot of these guys, as hard as they are, they HATE minor molesters, and child abusers. Even with all the crimes they commit, they would just love nothing more then to break them up into little pieces."
"So where does that leave me?" Warren asked
"You go to a regular cell" Sung pulled out his handcuffs "Shame that AFTER you got off for 'lack of evidence' you would get drunk after curfew and wind up back here."
"You can't keep me here based on that!" Jack cried out "That's crooked"
"Seattle's full of crooked cops Mr. Warren" Sung handcuffed him "I'm not one of them, but lucky for you I can be a damn good actor when I want to be"
"DUI is only a twenty-four conviction," Jack reminded him "And wouldn't I be locked up in here? It IS the drunk tank-"
Sung closed his handcuffs around Jack's wrists "Not enough room. Got a group off all night partiers coming in, so we'll just have to find some nice place for you in the back in with the armed robber and the guy who sliced off his employers balls with a machete" he lead him out of the cell "Let's go"
"All this over a bitch"
Sung snapped his head to face him "Should thought about that a long time ago pal"
*****
LOS ANGELOUS
*I remember how it use to be
You never was this nice or cared for me
Now you're talkin' like you never changed
The more you talk the more things sound the same
It doesn't matter what you do or what you say
She don't love you, no way,
Maybe next time you'll give your woman a little respect
So you won't be hearing her say "no way"*
Frames fell on the dresser as Cree yanked the pictures out of them. Ones of her and Jack taken at various spots around LA, school, clubs. She threw them all into a heap in a trash can and dropped a lighted match inside.
*No you're never gonna get it, not this time
Never ever gonna get (my lovin')
You're never gonna get it, not this time
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin')*
"Cree?" Ming rounded the hallway to her daughter's room "Baby you're gonna set off the smoke alarm" she saw what Cree was doing, and truthfully it didn't bother her, she just didn't want alarm to ring and send the neighbors running to the aid them.
"Don't care" Cree stated in between throwing the letter Jack had written to her in the burning trash can along with the photos.
Ming grabbed Cree's oak desk chair and placed it in the center of the room, under the smoke detector attached to the ceiling. She removed the plastic covering and slid out the battery. "At least deactivate it" She jumped down from the chair, her bare feet hitting the carpet soundlessly. She wasn't one to wear shoes in her house, preferring to be comfortable. Her painted iridescent white toenails matched the tiny stone in her toe ring. She was dressed casually in flair blue jeans and a red muscle tank top.
"Who kiddo" Ming snatched a photo from the air as it fell before it hit the flames "Don't think this one goes in the "burn asshole burn" pile. She handed her daughter back a photo of Ty he had sent her two weeks after she came home. It had been take in the firehouse, and he was dressed in his issued blue t-shirt. "Nice thing to have around in case of emergency. Too bad he's in Seattle"
Cree stopped in her destruction of all things Jack "Mom" she almost sounded like any other teenage girl being ragged on by her mom on a boy she liked. Almost.
"What?" Ming feigned complete innocence.
Cree rolled her eyes good naturedly, looking at the badge looped around her mom's neck. "Thought you weren't going into work until tonight"
"I'm not" Ming agreed "Before I saw your little pyro stunt I came in her with the notion to ask you to come down to the precinct with me. Guys have wanted to meet up with you since you came home. I turned them down the first few times since you didn't need to be a spectacle in the 45 right after coming back."
"But now-" Cree threw the last picture she had of Jack into the fire, and watched it burn for a while.
"Now, if you're up to it I was thinking we could make an appearance"
"It'll be just like old times" Cree suggested. Ming had brought both her daughters into the precinct on many occasions. Her colleagues became infatuated with the girls, and after they learned about Cree, many a paralegal, forensic guy and fellow officers and detectives came into to express their sympathy and offer support to Ming and the family. After hearing over her rescue Ming's supervisor gave her two weeks leave with pay so she could spend more time with her daughter.
"Max is Detective now"
"You're kidding?" Max DeLuca had met Cree when she was thirteen on one of her visits to the precinct. Back then he had just been an officer and he was still green. His enormous help in a drug bust/hostage situation was just the push the brass upstairs needed to promote him to detective status.
"Nope" Ming stated "Hard to believe huh?" she smiled "You should see him he's 24 now, and filled out with muscle." Max's nickname on the force was 'pimple face' since he looked more like a gawky skinny teenager then an officer of the law. But after being assigned to one of the hardest districts in LA with his partner, he muscled up and street wised up. He now had several guys out on the streets that looked out for him. Back when Cree knew him he was still wet behind the ears and couldn't walk down the barred windows and doors area of LA without pissing in his pants and re-thinking his decision to become a cop.
"Guess I'll have to go then" Cree agreed with a smile "If Max DeLuca now fits into Big Boy Pants it's a sight I CAN'T miss"
Ming laughed "Isn't that friend of yours from Seattle, the real cute one named Max?"
Cree nodded "Yeah. Guevara"
"Like the Grennich Guevara's?"
Cree shook her head with a low laugh "Not exactly" she knew the family her mom was talking about. They were a filthy stinking rich group of oil and stock market diggers who had settled themselves kerplunk in a nice thirty acre three million dollar estate in Issaquah, called "Grennich Manner" and who made more money then Logan's family or the President of the U.S. ever did or could in a life time.
"She shares a rundown, condemned apartment with her roommate, the other chick with her at the airport. When I was there she had to bribe a sector cop three times to keep him from evicting them."
"Well regardless" Ming went on "She seems nice, a real 'I-know-what-I-want kinda' woman"
"You just described her perfectly mom" Cree replied
"Then how did you two manage to live together and not kill each other?" Ming kidded, "You're so much alike"
Cree absorbed the ribbing, and punched her mom mockingly in the shoulder.
"I'd beat you down baby, but if you wanna go kick it with the guys we have to get going"
"Kay" Cree agreed with a smile
*****
BANGKOK CHINA
The squeaky bed rattled, creaking, moving. The man on top paid little attention to the woman in chains on the bottom.
After she came he got off of her. "Fair service bitch" he punched her across the mouth, because she had given "fair service" and he had wanted "fuck my brains out"
His pants slid back on his filthy bare ass. Forgetting the t-shirt he left through the open door.
Someone met him halfway.
"Cash prick" the pimp held out his hand, and his captive could see China's paper currency change hands.
"She wasn't even very good" he left, shoving past the pimp.
The pimp threw a piece of wood at her head "You bitch! Can't even do anything right" he disappeared for a moment leaving her to feel the warm blood tricking down her face from a gash in her forehead alone.
He came back a few seconds later, this time with her son.
"Yee!" she struggled to get free, then she saw a gun. "NO!" she tried to free herself.
This time though he shoved the boy forward with the gun. "Family time" each word dripped with sarcasm, it was all for manipulation. Teasing her with her son, to let her know she still had things to loose if she tried anything. "I'll be back in five minutes, if he's not waiting at the door I'll blow his brains to the roof" the door slammed.
She looked at her son "Yee?" the light was too even tell if he was hurt.
Slowly the little boy made his way over to her. She hated making him see her like this, she was naked from the waist down, with cum still pooling on her body and she was bleeding from her forehead. Her pimp knew how she looked and he did it on purpose to make it meeting humiliating for both of them.
"Mama?" he looked at her hard, seeing the blood on her body and her lower half bare, and he started to cry.
"Don't cry honey-" even where they were she was still the mother of a little boy, the only child she had left, trying to make him feel better "It doesn't hurt that much-" her insides were burning and her head was still ringing from the blow with the punch and the wood her pimp threw at her.
After a moment Yee climbed onto the creaking bed, and it almost gave way under his tiny weight. He held onto the metal planks with tiny steadying hands, then slowly climbed over so that he was laying on top of his mom, like he use to do when she had the luxury of tucking him in at their reasonably priced apartment in the industry district of Bangkok.
His little body was warm against her filthy sweaty one.
*So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escape one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees*
She wanted so badly to hold him but she was still chained to the bed. She felt his tears slide down her chest and felt her own as she tried to burn each of the five minutes into her memory before reality hit again.
*In the arms of the angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel; may you find some comfort here*
*****
SEATTLE
JAM PONY
Max came whizzing back inside on her bike, stopping right in front of Normal's desk.
"No riding that thing inside missy" Normal pointed to her looking up from his clipboard.
Max just ignored him and dismounted. She headed back to her locker and nearly collided with someone on the way.
"Ty" she sounded surprised, as far as she could tell they didn't have any fires. All the pyro heads of Jam Pony were on runs.
"Hey, Max" Ty greeted her "I thought I remembered you saying you worked at Jam Pony"
"Dirty job, but someone's gotta do it"
Ty laughed "I here ya"
"So why you here? Place may not be the Ritz, but we're up to fire code standards"
Ty held up a red object "Routine delivery of fire extinguishers. Free service by Ladder 12."
"Who'd you piss off to get this kindergartner's fire assignment?"
"No one Max" Ty corrected "I'm happy to deliver safety materials to Seattle's local businesses," he slung the extinguisher over his shoulder. "Guys at my ladder said my food was sucky at dinner last night so they volunteered me to the chief for this. It was either that or a lesson on 'Why Johnny Doesn't Play With Matches' for the elementary schools."
"You dodged a bullet there"
"Tell me about it" Ty agreed "Little kids can be lethal with their questions and nosiness. So-where should I put this?"
Max looked over at Normal, slapping a fly and Sketchy away from his desk with a swatter. "Right over here" she walked over with him to show him where it was.
"How's Logan?" Ty struck up conversation in the six seconds it took to get over there.
"Coo'" Max gave a one word response "Ya here from Cree lately?"
Ty nodded "She called me my apartment two nights ago. Suppose to call her today. Tell her you said hey"
Ty dropped the extinguisher on Normal's desk.
"No peddlers" Normal warned, not even really paying attention to what it was.
"It's a fire extinguisher Normal" Max told him "Ya know things that are required by building code safety regulations?"
"How much is requiring going to cost me?"
"It's a free service" Ty cut in. "Provided by the local Ladder of the Seattle Fire Department"
Normal gave him the once over "and you are?-"
"I work there." Ty answered "I'm a firemen"
"Yeah well thanks for the freebie, but now seriously get out of my business and go rescue cats from trees on your free time next time"
"Can see why you like it here so much" Ty stated once they were out of Normal's earshot.
"Oh yeah-" Max agreed jokingly. "That and all the benefits, I'm tellin' ya"
Ty laughed again "Gotta get back to the Department. I'll let Cree know you were thinking about her"
"Thanks" Max said "See ya around."
"With this city, defiantly" Ty knocked fists with her "later girl"
Cindy came out of the lockers then "Why didn't you tell me Ty was kickin it here?"
"Sorry"
"S'aiight boo" Cindy said and Max turned to her. "Wonder how she's doin' " she spoke this time of Cree.
"Probably better now that she's home" Max suggested
"Yeah" Cindy agreed to that "But home or not, demons are still hard to face." She faced Max completely "You stayed the whole night with ya squeeze didn't ya?" it was a completely loaded rhetorical question.
"I need your permission to go out at night now?" Max was playin' and Cindy knew it
"No suga. Just details."
"I had a seizure, fell asleep in his bed." Max told her the absolute truth "No hot and heavy stuff"
"Too bad" Cindy noted "Sorry bout you feelin' bad and all boo, musta put a screw on the evening"
"Not really" Max informed "Strangely enough relationships aren't all about sex"
"Now why is it that only shorties know this stuff?" Cindy asked "If I were to stop a guy and ask him bout this-" at that moment Sketchy came inside the building wheeling his bike beside him "Perfect example here. Yo Sketch!"
Sketchy stopped and turned around "Sup ladies?"
"Relationship thing." Cindy began "Bangin' the gong a lot is an important part right?"
"One of the best" Sketchy agreed.
"Rest my case" Cindy turned to Max. "Can't tell me that Logan doesn't act that way too"
"I'm not Logan" Max reminded
"But you're hooked up with him"
"Trust me, he's about more then just sex"
"How can you tell boo?"
"I'd beat his ass down otherwise." Max stated straight up "This body comes with a brain attached"
"Go girl" Cindy said with a smile "Crash tonight?"
"Aiight" Max agreed
*****
weird place to end, but I couldn't think of enough stuff to write to keep this chap goin' good.
Sorry for the wait. Three research papers I have, and their all due next week..ahhh!!
I made up the whole little story bout the "Grennich Guevara's" cause I thought it finally deserved an explanation. If there was another story bout them oh well..
The woman in China..she'll be used throughout this story, as a sub plot..I only showed a bit of Cree's life in the brothel..and felt it needed to be told more.
Logan wasn't in this part, but he was mentioned, and he'll come in the next part..So will Jondy and the rest of them..
Songs used:
"Never Gonna Get It (My Lovin)" (En Vogue)
"Angel" Sara McLaughlin
R/R please
A/N: Thanks to BlackRose, Northern Star and Tab for all their support and comments on the last chapter.
*****
SEATTLE CITY JAIL
"Okay kid" the door slid open "You can go" Det. Sung stood there
Jack stood up from the cot "I'm out?"
Sung shook his head "What? You think I'm stupid? You kidnapped that girl three years ago. She gave a positive ID-"
"She's lyin'"
"Cut the crap Warren" Sung informed, "You were in here for 'protection' before. But the situation has changed." He stepped into his cell, closing the door behind him "You and I both know that you did it, but that this kind of crime is more often bribed away cause it's considered a throwaway, not worth the paper to write up a report. City has more "important" things to worry about. You'd be outta here and back to sellin out more girls faster then I can fill this tank up with drunks."
"So you're admitting defeat?"
Sung had to restrain himself then. "Get one thing straight kid, you didn't WIN here. You think sitting in a jail cell surrounded by guys who could pop your head like a pimple and other who would love to whomp your ass in the showers is wining? Let me tell you something-" Sung leaned closer "A lot of these guys, as hard as they are, they HATE minor molesters, and child abusers. Even with all the crimes they commit, they would just love nothing more then to break them up into little pieces."
"So where does that leave me?" Warren asked
"You go to a regular cell" Sung pulled out his handcuffs "Shame that AFTER you got off for 'lack of evidence' you would get drunk after curfew and wind up back here."
"You can't keep me here based on that!" Jack cried out "That's crooked"
"Seattle's full of crooked cops Mr. Warren" Sung handcuffed him "I'm not one of them, but lucky for you I can be a damn good actor when I want to be"
"DUI is only a twenty-four conviction," Jack reminded him "And wouldn't I be locked up in here? It IS the drunk tank-"
Sung closed his handcuffs around Jack's wrists "Not enough room. Got a group off all night partiers coming in, so we'll just have to find some nice place for you in the back in with the armed robber and the guy who sliced off his employers balls with a machete" he lead him out of the cell "Let's go"
"All this over a bitch"
Sung snapped his head to face him "Should thought about that a long time ago pal"
*****
LOS ANGELOUS
*I remember how it use to be
You never was this nice or cared for me
Now you're talkin' like you never changed
The more you talk the more things sound the same
It doesn't matter what you do or what you say
She don't love you, no way,
Maybe next time you'll give your woman a little respect
So you won't be hearing her say "no way"*
Frames fell on the dresser as Cree yanked the pictures out of them. Ones of her and Jack taken at various spots around LA, school, clubs. She threw them all into a heap in a trash can and dropped a lighted match inside.
*No you're never gonna get it, not this time
Never ever gonna get (my lovin')
You're never gonna get it, not this time
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin')*
"Cree?" Ming rounded the hallway to her daughter's room "Baby you're gonna set off the smoke alarm" she saw what Cree was doing, and truthfully it didn't bother her, she just didn't want alarm to ring and send the neighbors running to the aid them.
"Don't care" Cree stated in between throwing the letter Jack had written to her in the burning trash can along with the photos.
Ming grabbed Cree's oak desk chair and placed it in the center of the room, under the smoke detector attached to the ceiling. She removed the plastic covering and slid out the battery. "At least deactivate it" She jumped down from the chair, her bare feet hitting the carpet soundlessly. She wasn't one to wear shoes in her house, preferring to be comfortable. Her painted iridescent white toenails matched the tiny stone in her toe ring. She was dressed casually in flair blue jeans and a red muscle tank top.
"Who kiddo" Ming snatched a photo from the air as it fell before it hit the flames "Don't think this one goes in the "burn asshole burn" pile. She handed her daughter back a photo of Ty he had sent her two weeks after she came home. It had been take in the firehouse, and he was dressed in his issued blue t-shirt. "Nice thing to have around in case of emergency. Too bad he's in Seattle"
Cree stopped in her destruction of all things Jack "Mom" she almost sounded like any other teenage girl being ragged on by her mom on a boy she liked. Almost.
"What?" Ming feigned complete innocence.
Cree rolled her eyes good naturedly, looking at the badge looped around her mom's neck. "Thought you weren't going into work until tonight"
"I'm not" Ming agreed "Before I saw your little pyro stunt I came in her with the notion to ask you to come down to the precinct with me. Guys have wanted to meet up with you since you came home. I turned them down the first few times since you didn't need to be a spectacle in the 45 right after coming back."
"But now-" Cree threw the last picture she had of Jack into the fire, and watched it burn for a while.
"Now, if you're up to it I was thinking we could make an appearance"
"It'll be just like old times" Cree suggested. Ming had brought both her daughters into the precinct on many occasions. Her colleagues became infatuated with the girls, and after they learned about Cree, many a paralegal, forensic guy and fellow officers and detectives came into to express their sympathy and offer support to Ming and the family. After hearing over her rescue Ming's supervisor gave her two weeks leave with pay so she could spend more time with her daughter.
"Max is Detective now"
"You're kidding?" Max DeLuca had met Cree when she was thirteen on one of her visits to the precinct. Back then he had just been an officer and he was still green. His enormous help in a drug bust/hostage situation was just the push the brass upstairs needed to promote him to detective status.
"Nope" Ming stated "Hard to believe huh?" she smiled "You should see him he's 24 now, and filled out with muscle." Max's nickname on the force was 'pimple face' since he looked more like a gawky skinny teenager then an officer of the law. But after being assigned to one of the hardest districts in LA with his partner, he muscled up and street wised up. He now had several guys out on the streets that looked out for him. Back when Cree knew him he was still wet behind the ears and couldn't walk down the barred windows and doors area of LA without pissing in his pants and re-thinking his decision to become a cop.
"Guess I'll have to go then" Cree agreed with a smile "If Max DeLuca now fits into Big Boy Pants it's a sight I CAN'T miss"
Ming laughed "Isn't that friend of yours from Seattle, the real cute one named Max?"
Cree nodded "Yeah. Guevara"
"Like the Grennich Guevara's?"
Cree shook her head with a low laugh "Not exactly" she knew the family her mom was talking about. They were a filthy stinking rich group of oil and stock market diggers who had settled themselves kerplunk in a nice thirty acre three million dollar estate in Issaquah, called "Grennich Manner" and who made more money then Logan's family or the President of the U.S. ever did or could in a life time.
"She shares a rundown, condemned apartment with her roommate, the other chick with her at the airport. When I was there she had to bribe a sector cop three times to keep him from evicting them."
"Well regardless" Ming went on "She seems nice, a real 'I-know-what-I-want kinda' woman"
"You just described her perfectly mom" Cree replied
"Then how did you two manage to live together and not kill each other?" Ming kidded, "You're so much alike"
Cree absorbed the ribbing, and punched her mom mockingly in the shoulder.
"I'd beat you down baby, but if you wanna go kick it with the guys we have to get going"
"Kay" Cree agreed with a smile
*****
BANGKOK CHINA
The squeaky bed rattled, creaking, moving. The man on top paid little attention to the woman in chains on the bottom.
After she came he got off of her. "Fair service bitch" he punched her across the mouth, because she had given "fair service" and he had wanted "fuck my brains out"
His pants slid back on his filthy bare ass. Forgetting the t-shirt he left through the open door.
Someone met him halfway.
"Cash prick" the pimp held out his hand, and his captive could see China's paper currency change hands.
"She wasn't even very good" he left, shoving past the pimp.
The pimp threw a piece of wood at her head "You bitch! Can't even do anything right" he disappeared for a moment leaving her to feel the warm blood tricking down her face from a gash in her forehead alone.
He came back a few seconds later, this time with her son.
"Yee!" she struggled to get free, then she saw a gun. "NO!" she tried to free herself.
This time though he shoved the boy forward with the gun. "Family time" each word dripped with sarcasm, it was all for manipulation. Teasing her with her son, to let her know she still had things to loose if she tried anything. "I'll be back in five minutes, if he's not waiting at the door I'll blow his brains to the roof" the door slammed.
She looked at her son "Yee?" the light was too even tell if he was hurt.
Slowly the little boy made his way over to her. She hated making him see her like this, she was naked from the waist down, with cum still pooling on her body and she was bleeding from her forehead. Her pimp knew how she looked and he did it on purpose to make it meeting humiliating for both of them.
"Mama?" he looked at her hard, seeing the blood on her body and her lower half bare, and he started to cry.
"Don't cry honey-" even where they were she was still the mother of a little boy, the only child she had left, trying to make him feel better "It doesn't hurt that much-" her insides were burning and her head was still ringing from the blow with the punch and the wood her pimp threw at her.
After a moment Yee climbed onto the creaking bed, and it almost gave way under his tiny weight. He held onto the metal planks with tiny steadying hands, then slowly climbed over so that he was laying on top of his mom, like he use to do when she had the luxury of tucking him in at their reasonably priced apartment in the industry district of Bangkok.
His little body was warm against her filthy sweaty one.
*So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escape one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees*
She wanted so badly to hold him but she was still chained to the bed. She felt his tears slide down her chest and felt her own as she tried to burn each of the five minutes into her memory before reality hit again.
*In the arms of the angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel; may you find some comfort here*
*****
SEATTLE
JAM PONY
Max came whizzing back inside on her bike, stopping right in front of Normal's desk.
"No riding that thing inside missy" Normal pointed to her looking up from his clipboard.
Max just ignored him and dismounted. She headed back to her locker and nearly collided with someone on the way.
"Ty" she sounded surprised, as far as she could tell they didn't have any fires. All the pyro heads of Jam Pony were on runs.
"Hey, Max" Ty greeted her "I thought I remembered you saying you worked at Jam Pony"
"Dirty job, but someone's gotta do it"
Ty laughed "I here ya"
"So why you here? Place may not be the Ritz, but we're up to fire code standards"
Ty held up a red object "Routine delivery of fire extinguishers. Free service by Ladder 12."
"Who'd you piss off to get this kindergartner's fire assignment?"
"No one Max" Ty corrected "I'm happy to deliver safety materials to Seattle's local businesses," he slung the extinguisher over his shoulder. "Guys at my ladder said my food was sucky at dinner last night so they volunteered me to the chief for this. It was either that or a lesson on 'Why Johnny Doesn't Play With Matches' for the elementary schools."
"You dodged a bullet there"
"Tell me about it" Ty agreed "Little kids can be lethal with their questions and nosiness. So-where should I put this?"
Max looked over at Normal, slapping a fly and Sketchy away from his desk with a swatter. "Right over here" she walked over with him to show him where it was.
"How's Logan?" Ty struck up conversation in the six seconds it took to get over there.
"Coo'" Max gave a one word response "Ya here from Cree lately?"
Ty nodded "She called me my apartment two nights ago. Suppose to call her today. Tell her you said hey"
Ty dropped the extinguisher on Normal's desk.
"No peddlers" Normal warned, not even really paying attention to what it was.
"It's a fire extinguisher Normal" Max told him "Ya know things that are required by building code safety regulations?"
"How much is requiring going to cost me?"
"It's a free service" Ty cut in. "Provided by the local Ladder of the Seattle Fire Department"
Normal gave him the once over "and you are?-"
"I work there." Ty answered "I'm a firemen"
"Yeah well thanks for the freebie, but now seriously get out of my business and go rescue cats from trees on your free time next time"
"Can see why you like it here so much" Ty stated once they were out of Normal's earshot.
"Oh yeah-" Max agreed jokingly. "That and all the benefits, I'm tellin' ya"
Ty laughed again "Gotta get back to the Department. I'll let Cree know you were thinking about her"
"Thanks" Max said "See ya around."
"With this city, defiantly" Ty knocked fists with her "later girl"
Cindy came out of the lockers then "Why didn't you tell me Ty was kickin it here?"
"Sorry"
"S'aiight boo" Cindy said and Max turned to her. "Wonder how she's doin' " she spoke this time of Cree.
"Probably better now that she's home" Max suggested
"Yeah" Cindy agreed to that "But home or not, demons are still hard to face." She faced Max completely "You stayed the whole night with ya squeeze didn't ya?" it was a completely loaded rhetorical question.
"I need your permission to go out at night now?" Max was playin' and Cindy knew it
"No suga. Just details."
"I had a seizure, fell asleep in his bed." Max told her the absolute truth "No hot and heavy stuff"
"Too bad" Cindy noted "Sorry bout you feelin' bad and all boo, musta put a screw on the evening"
"Not really" Max informed "Strangely enough relationships aren't all about sex"
"Now why is it that only shorties know this stuff?" Cindy asked "If I were to stop a guy and ask him bout this-" at that moment Sketchy came inside the building wheeling his bike beside him "Perfect example here. Yo Sketch!"
Sketchy stopped and turned around "Sup ladies?"
"Relationship thing." Cindy began "Bangin' the gong a lot is an important part right?"
"One of the best" Sketchy agreed.
"Rest my case" Cindy turned to Max. "Can't tell me that Logan doesn't act that way too"
"I'm not Logan" Max reminded
"But you're hooked up with him"
"Trust me, he's about more then just sex"
"How can you tell boo?"
"I'd beat his ass down otherwise." Max stated straight up "This body comes with a brain attached"
"Go girl" Cindy said with a smile "Crash tonight?"
"Aiight" Max agreed
*****
weird place to end, but I couldn't think of enough stuff to write to keep this chap goin' good.
Sorry for the wait. Three research papers I have, and their all due next week..ahhh!!
I made up the whole little story bout the "Grennich Guevara's" cause I thought it finally deserved an explanation. If there was another story bout them oh well..
The woman in China..she'll be used throughout this story, as a sub plot..I only showed a bit of Cree's life in the brothel..and felt it needed to be told more.
Logan wasn't in this part, but he was mentioned, and he'll come in the next part..So will Jondy and the rest of them..
Songs used:
"Never Gonna Get It (My Lovin)" (En Vogue)
"Angel" Sara McLaughlin
R/R please