Hey there!! Here's chapter #2!! The disclaimers are on the first chapter.
Thanks to MaryChristmas and Iara for their reviews. Now, with out further
adieu, here's Chapter 2!
"Why did I even say I wasn't doing anything tonight?" Lestrade grumbled as she landed her cruiser in front of Oxford's. Victoria had called just as the tired inspector was about to leave her desk for home. She had wanted to eat out with her friends and her big sister before she left for the airport. Oxford's was about four or five blocks away from Lestrade's flat and was rumored to be the best bar-and-grill in the city. Although she had to go home and change, ("This is a fun night, Liz. Don't wear the uniform, ok?") she got there just as the valet hoped up from his place on the steps.
'Valet parking, great..' The last time she had her cruiser parked by a valet, the kid decided to take a joy ride and ended up crashing into a light pole. If she had known that there was a valet here, she would have walked. However, the inspector didn't feel like walking all the way here and show up hot and sweaty. As for the valet, she wore a simple black jumpsuit, open and showing a white tee underneath. Her dark hair was hidden by the tan pageboy's hat, pulled low enough to almost cover a pair of deep hazel eyes.
"Welcome, ma'am," the girl said, tipping her cap towards Lestrade. The later tossed her keys to the shorter female.
"Be careful," Lestrade warned. "Any dents and I sue."
"I'll be careful," the other replied, opening the driver's door. "I'll pretend that your cruiser's a newborn babe."
inside
It was a typical Monday evening at Oxford's. Meaning, all the tables were surrounded by college students getting away from the nearby New London International College. Well, most of the tables were occupied. At one table, set for four, two young women looked around nervously at the crowd.
"Where is she?" The blonde woman asked her friend, fiddling with the hem of her white shirt. "JT, did she tell you how long it was going to take?"
JT groaned. This was the fifth time since they got here she had been asked that. Giving her a sharp, midnight blue glair, the brunette answered. "All I know is that she had some sort of business to take care off before she got here."
"What if she got caught?"
Another groan and glair combo. "You need to loosen up a bit, Mira. I'll get you a drink... maybe later. I think I see her sister."
Mira turned around to look at the tall brunette that came through the doorway. She wore a pair of black slacks, and a red v-neck over a black undershirt. Violet eyes scanned the room, looking for a familiar face. JT nudged her.
"Go get her," she whispered, leaning in close.
"Why me?"
"You're better for the job and you're closer," JT hissed back. "Now GO!"
Lestrade noticed the little fight between the two women at the table in the center of the room. The blonde got up, gave a death glair to her friend, and walked over, smoothed out her pink gypsy skirt. Suddenly becoming a little shy, the inspector fingered the marble carving on the wall next to her.
"Excuse me, but are you Ms. Lestrade?"
A pair of hazel eyes met her own. Just as she was about to speak, a familiar laugh rang out behind her.
"I see you managed to find normal clothes to wear, Liz."
Wheeling around, Lestrade came face to face with Tori, bright smile flashing and green eyes dancing. She wore a simple short black skirt and a green tank top that shone silver when the light hit it just right. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail at the base of her neck. Looking past her still startled sister, Tori smiled.
"See you got us a table already," she said, nodding to JT, who was studying the scene in front of her. "Let's get over there before JT gets a little too anxious and buys too many drinks." With that, the threesome walked over to the table. The tall brunette waiting for them stood up and straightened the black jacket covering a rather low cut silver top. Her flame red pants hugged every curve of her thin legs. Tori motioned to her. "This is Joanna Watson, my roommate at the academy. You've already met my supervisor and friend, Miranda Norton. Guys, this is my sister Elizabeth." "Nice to meet you," Miranda said, nodding politely. "Same here," Joanna said, her thick Brooklyn accent confirming Lestrade's suspicion of her laid-back style (maybe being lectured to use her eyes and ears was not such a waist of her time after all). "Actually, I go by just plain ol' JT."
about an hour later
Laughter exploded from the table as yet another of JT's crazy stories came to an end. Lestrade had lost track of time because the fun she was having. It had been quite a while since she had a dinner with women close to her own age. Mira, who was twenty, was born in Liverpool and landed a job as a lieutenant for the New York Police Department. JT, who was born in Brooklyn, was Tori's roommate all through the hell that was the New England Police Academy in Newark. Although they had net nearly an hour before, Lestrade felt as though she had known them forever.
"Okay, okay," Tori said, sipping from her coke. "Remember the time in school when I forgot to put on my contacts..?"
"Ooo," JT busted in, swallowing a mouthful of pizza. "And you couldn't see where you were going and you went head first into the garbage canister and I had to fish you out!" Another burst of laughter as Beth imagined her little sister's legs flailing out of a trash can.
"I don't know about you," she continued. "But I could go for drink right about now. Any takers?"
"No thanks," Lestrade said. "Yard policy. If I get caught drunk or drinking, I'm in deep trouble."
"Too bad, big sis," Tori said mockingly. "Put me down for a Piña Colada."
Mira looked across the table at her. "Aren't you too young to drink?"
"That's the beauty of England: eighteen and up."
"Legally?" Hazel eyes turned to Lestrade.
"Legal enough," the younger Lestrade cut in, giving the elder one a mischievous grin. In a few moments the waiter had come and taken away their empty plates and their drink order: a Piña Colada (Tori), Bloody Mary (JT), white wine (Mira), and a Dr. Pepper (Beth). As soon as the cute young man left, the inspector excused herself and headed in the direction of the bathrooms.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Tori groaned. "So much for getting her drunk."
"We still have enough time to get her to agree," Mira said gently. "Remember, you have another thirty minutes before we have to leave here."
"Thanks for reminding me," was the sarcastic reply. "I was a fool to believe that I could get her drunk. Blasted policy." The detective groaned and started muttering stuff under her breath, such as "what to do, what to do." And "how the heck am I gonna do this?"
JT had no idea what to do. She had been apart of the plan ever since Tori had come up with it. Now it was gonna be all for nothing. The young woman had barely seen her older sister since her graduation. The nineteen year old wanted her friend to spend more than just a 12 hour layover in the same country as her sister. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks and her eyes became a bright navy blue.
"I GOT IT!" The other women looked at the brunette with identical questioning looks at the other's outburst. Ignoring the looks, JT dug into her purse and pulled out a little blue vial from the red bag. While Mira drew a blank look, Tori's light up a bit.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes, ma'am," JT said proudly, waving the bottle in the light. "Standard for unexpected meals with a criminal suspect."
"Oh, no," Mira said, eyes wide with fear. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Thank God you never take that stuff out of your bag," Tori said reaching for Lestrade's half-full Dr. Pepper. Quicker than a flash, Mira grabbed her arm.
"No way, Tori," she hissed, hazel eyes dark with furry. "It's a crime to drug an officer of the peace. You of all people should know that!"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Mir. Right now we have no options left. It will only knock her out for a good day or so."
Reluctantly the blonde let go of her arm, crossing her own and watching in the direction of the bathrooms. Tori nodded at JT, who pulled off the stopper of the vile and picked up the glass. Titling the vile ever so slightly, a clear liquid dripped out. One, two, three, four. That was all it took. JT re-corked the vile and slipped it back into her bag. Plucking it from her grasp, Tori swirled it around a bit.
"Incoming," Mira said suddenly. Beth was out of the bathroom! Swearing under her breath, she carefully swirled it under her nose then place it back in its spot just as her sister came up and sat down. She had seen her sibling swirl her drink under her nose and gave her a quizzical look.
"Um... well," Tori stammered, trying to come up with some answer. She had swirled it under her nose to make sure there was no sent. "They say that if you let your soft drink sit still for a while, it smells differently. I was just seeing if it was true." The slightly embarrassed detective avoided the astonished and open-mouthed faces of her two friends.
"I've never heard of that," the violet-eyed inspector replied, vaguely taking a whiff of her soda. "Is it true?"
"Um... Yes, it is true!" (If this were an anime, all but Lestrade would have sweat drops.)
Shrugging it off, Lestrade took a sip of her drink. Mira held her breath. 'She's gonna find out,' she thought warningly. 'She's gonna know...' Instead, the inspector sipped casually on her drink for quite a while.
ten minutes later
Beth yawned. She had no idea why she was tired. Maybe reading that zedded report took all of her energy away. Another yawn escaped. This one caught Tori's attention.
"Hey, sis," she said, nudging her a bit. "You look tired. Hard day at the yard?" No answer.
'Wha- what's going on?' Lestrade thought. 'I'm never this tired after work.' An aching pain had started up in her head. Her vision went from burry to clear all too rapidly. Tori was saying something, her face a blur. Mira spoke as well.
"I knew this would happen" then darkness enveloped Inspector Lestrade.
Finally! The chapter is done. Thought it would never get finished. ::wipes sweat from brow:: It's a first for me to post a second chapter, considering there are too other stories I have yet to continue v.v ... the whole drug- in-drink thing I got partially from the Devine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood... If you do review, please help me with a little question: Should I have Moriarty or an original character cause some mischief? I just can't decide... so, please review!!
"Why did I even say I wasn't doing anything tonight?" Lestrade grumbled as she landed her cruiser in front of Oxford's. Victoria had called just as the tired inspector was about to leave her desk for home. She had wanted to eat out with her friends and her big sister before she left for the airport. Oxford's was about four or five blocks away from Lestrade's flat and was rumored to be the best bar-and-grill in the city. Although she had to go home and change, ("This is a fun night, Liz. Don't wear the uniform, ok?") she got there just as the valet hoped up from his place on the steps.
'Valet parking, great..' The last time she had her cruiser parked by a valet, the kid decided to take a joy ride and ended up crashing into a light pole. If she had known that there was a valet here, she would have walked. However, the inspector didn't feel like walking all the way here and show up hot and sweaty. As for the valet, she wore a simple black jumpsuit, open and showing a white tee underneath. Her dark hair was hidden by the tan pageboy's hat, pulled low enough to almost cover a pair of deep hazel eyes.
"Welcome, ma'am," the girl said, tipping her cap towards Lestrade. The later tossed her keys to the shorter female.
"Be careful," Lestrade warned. "Any dents and I sue."
"I'll be careful," the other replied, opening the driver's door. "I'll pretend that your cruiser's a newborn babe."
inside
It was a typical Monday evening at Oxford's. Meaning, all the tables were surrounded by college students getting away from the nearby New London International College. Well, most of the tables were occupied. At one table, set for four, two young women looked around nervously at the crowd.
"Where is she?" The blonde woman asked her friend, fiddling with the hem of her white shirt. "JT, did she tell you how long it was going to take?"
JT groaned. This was the fifth time since they got here she had been asked that. Giving her a sharp, midnight blue glair, the brunette answered. "All I know is that she had some sort of business to take care off before she got here."
"What if she got caught?"
Another groan and glair combo. "You need to loosen up a bit, Mira. I'll get you a drink... maybe later. I think I see her sister."
Mira turned around to look at the tall brunette that came through the doorway. She wore a pair of black slacks, and a red v-neck over a black undershirt. Violet eyes scanned the room, looking for a familiar face. JT nudged her.
"Go get her," she whispered, leaning in close.
"Why me?"
"You're better for the job and you're closer," JT hissed back. "Now GO!"
Lestrade noticed the little fight between the two women at the table in the center of the room. The blonde got up, gave a death glair to her friend, and walked over, smoothed out her pink gypsy skirt. Suddenly becoming a little shy, the inspector fingered the marble carving on the wall next to her.
"Excuse me, but are you Ms. Lestrade?"
A pair of hazel eyes met her own. Just as she was about to speak, a familiar laugh rang out behind her.
"I see you managed to find normal clothes to wear, Liz."
Wheeling around, Lestrade came face to face with Tori, bright smile flashing and green eyes dancing. She wore a simple short black skirt and a green tank top that shone silver when the light hit it just right. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail at the base of her neck. Looking past her still startled sister, Tori smiled.
"See you got us a table already," she said, nodding to JT, who was studying the scene in front of her. "Let's get over there before JT gets a little too anxious and buys too many drinks." With that, the threesome walked over to the table. The tall brunette waiting for them stood up and straightened the black jacket covering a rather low cut silver top. Her flame red pants hugged every curve of her thin legs. Tori motioned to her. "This is Joanna Watson, my roommate at the academy. You've already met my supervisor and friend, Miranda Norton. Guys, this is my sister Elizabeth." "Nice to meet you," Miranda said, nodding politely. "Same here," Joanna said, her thick Brooklyn accent confirming Lestrade's suspicion of her laid-back style (maybe being lectured to use her eyes and ears was not such a waist of her time after all). "Actually, I go by just plain ol' JT."
about an hour later
Laughter exploded from the table as yet another of JT's crazy stories came to an end. Lestrade had lost track of time because the fun she was having. It had been quite a while since she had a dinner with women close to her own age. Mira, who was twenty, was born in Liverpool and landed a job as a lieutenant for the New York Police Department. JT, who was born in Brooklyn, was Tori's roommate all through the hell that was the New England Police Academy in Newark. Although they had net nearly an hour before, Lestrade felt as though she had known them forever.
"Okay, okay," Tori said, sipping from her coke. "Remember the time in school when I forgot to put on my contacts..?"
"Ooo," JT busted in, swallowing a mouthful of pizza. "And you couldn't see where you were going and you went head first into the garbage canister and I had to fish you out!" Another burst of laughter as Beth imagined her little sister's legs flailing out of a trash can.
"I don't know about you," she continued. "But I could go for drink right about now. Any takers?"
"No thanks," Lestrade said. "Yard policy. If I get caught drunk or drinking, I'm in deep trouble."
"Too bad, big sis," Tori said mockingly. "Put me down for a Piña Colada."
Mira looked across the table at her. "Aren't you too young to drink?"
"That's the beauty of England: eighteen and up."
"Legally?" Hazel eyes turned to Lestrade.
"Legal enough," the younger Lestrade cut in, giving the elder one a mischievous grin. In a few moments the waiter had come and taken away their empty plates and their drink order: a Piña Colada (Tori), Bloody Mary (JT), white wine (Mira), and a Dr. Pepper (Beth). As soon as the cute young man left, the inspector excused herself and headed in the direction of the bathrooms.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Tori groaned. "So much for getting her drunk."
"We still have enough time to get her to agree," Mira said gently. "Remember, you have another thirty minutes before we have to leave here."
"Thanks for reminding me," was the sarcastic reply. "I was a fool to believe that I could get her drunk. Blasted policy." The detective groaned and started muttering stuff under her breath, such as "what to do, what to do." And "how the heck am I gonna do this?"
JT had no idea what to do. She had been apart of the plan ever since Tori had come up with it. Now it was gonna be all for nothing. The young woman had barely seen her older sister since her graduation. The nineteen year old wanted her friend to spend more than just a 12 hour layover in the same country as her sister. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks and her eyes became a bright navy blue.
"I GOT IT!" The other women looked at the brunette with identical questioning looks at the other's outburst. Ignoring the looks, JT dug into her purse and pulled out a little blue vial from the red bag. While Mira drew a blank look, Tori's light up a bit.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes, ma'am," JT said proudly, waving the bottle in the light. "Standard for unexpected meals with a criminal suspect."
"Oh, no," Mira said, eyes wide with fear. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Thank God you never take that stuff out of your bag," Tori said reaching for Lestrade's half-full Dr. Pepper. Quicker than a flash, Mira grabbed her arm.
"No way, Tori," she hissed, hazel eyes dark with furry. "It's a crime to drug an officer of the peace. You of all people should know that!"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Mir. Right now we have no options left. It will only knock her out for a good day or so."
Reluctantly the blonde let go of her arm, crossing her own and watching in the direction of the bathrooms. Tori nodded at JT, who pulled off the stopper of the vile and picked up the glass. Titling the vile ever so slightly, a clear liquid dripped out. One, two, three, four. That was all it took. JT re-corked the vile and slipped it back into her bag. Plucking it from her grasp, Tori swirled it around a bit.
"Incoming," Mira said suddenly. Beth was out of the bathroom! Swearing under her breath, she carefully swirled it under her nose then place it back in its spot just as her sister came up and sat down. She had seen her sibling swirl her drink under her nose and gave her a quizzical look.
"Um... well," Tori stammered, trying to come up with some answer. She had swirled it under her nose to make sure there was no sent. "They say that if you let your soft drink sit still for a while, it smells differently. I was just seeing if it was true." The slightly embarrassed detective avoided the astonished and open-mouthed faces of her two friends.
"I've never heard of that," the violet-eyed inspector replied, vaguely taking a whiff of her soda. "Is it true?"
"Um... Yes, it is true!" (If this were an anime, all but Lestrade would have sweat drops.)
Shrugging it off, Lestrade took a sip of her drink. Mira held her breath. 'She's gonna find out,' she thought warningly. 'She's gonna know...' Instead, the inspector sipped casually on her drink for quite a while.
ten minutes later
Beth yawned. She had no idea why she was tired. Maybe reading that zedded report took all of her energy away. Another yawn escaped. This one caught Tori's attention.
"Hey, sis," she said, nudging her a bit. "You look tired. Hard day at the yard?" No answer.
'Wha- what's going on?' Lestrade thought. 'I'm never this tired after work.' An aching pain had started up in her head. Her vision went from burry to clear all too rapidly. Tori was saying something, her face a blur. Mira spoke as well.
"I knew this would happen" then darkness enveloped Inspector Lestrade.
Finally! The chapter is done. Thought it would never get finished. ::wipes sweat from brow:: It's a first for me to post a second chapter, considering there are too other stories I have yet to continue v.v ... the whole drug- in-drink thing I got partially from the Devine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood... If you do review, please help me with a little question: Should I have Moriarty or an original character cause some mischief? I just can't decide... so, please review!!