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Chapter 9 At the Water Cooler

Kyle woke up staring at a certain vixen from upon a hospital stretcher. "You picked a great time to pass out!" she yelled at him.

"Huh?"

"While you were unconscious, two of the members woke up and tried to run away after kicking you some more. You would be dead if Interpol hadn't shown up on time."

"Oh."

"Be lucky there's no critical damage, and they didn't get away you moron!"

Kyle didn't feel like saying anything that involved stringing two words together. His head was still in a lot of pain, so they better have Tylenol and beer on that ambulance. They had some Tylenol.

Kyle was checked into the hospital, treated for his injuries, and limped out (one of his legs had been stomped on by one of the gang men) in about 3 hours, not knowing anything about what just happened. Luckily his injuries weren't too critical, but he would be in pain for the next several weeks. He went out the doors to some good news. His car was on the street, of course accompanied by a certain police detective.

"We stripped your car apart, but found nothing to prove anyone guilty but you. But we don't have enough proof to put you in jail." He said, personally wounded that this man was getting away (still no proof it was Kyle) with murder. He walked off to his squad car and yelled back to Kyle "I'll get proof on you yet, just watch."

Kyle waited until his squad car was out of view to mutter "If I had done anything." He got into his car and drove off back to Interpol. It was still an hour until work was over. That and he needed to see what the Chief was thinking about the scenario.

He drove up to the Interpol building, but the only officer outside was a coyote (from a certain night with Fernando back in chapter 6) and he ran in as soon as Kyle pulled up. There was going to be some sort of show going on tonight, good or bad, with him and the Chief. "God, I hope it's good." Kyle thought as he got in the elevator, and pressed the appropriate elevator floor.

Kyle fidgeted with his fingers as the elevator went up. Should he run away for tonight, just to be safe? Kyle's mind was racing with possibilities of what might happen. It seemed intent on picking out the bad ones.

The elevator halted on his floor. It seemed like forever before the door finally opened, and revealed what lay beyond.

Every detective and inspector was there, standing drinking punch. There was a cake on a table in front of the Chief's office. "Here's the man of the moment" someone yelled.

Kyle cautiously stepped out of the elevator and asked "What's this?"

"Don't you know?" asked a black Labrador with an Irish accent. "We always have a party after an inspector's first catch."

"I would think you guys should be out watching for criminals or something"

"That's what the Chief thinks. But we passed a vote around here and now after every new inspector catches their first criminal, we get to throw a little party."

"All right" Kyle limped over to the cake. "When do we cut this baby?" he asked, close to drooling.

"Well, when you finally cut it and we get to finally eat it."

Kyle picked up the knife and cut it into pieces. "Cheers" he said as he picked up a slice.

The party had been going well about an hour later. No one was drunk, and the cake had been eaten in the first five minutes. Kyle, however, wasn't at ease. The Chief wasn't out with the party, neither was Carmelita, but Kyle saw that one coming. Kyle decided to go check if his job was still with him.

Kyle slipped through the little party and knocked on the Chief's office door. "Come in" came the Chief's voice through the door. Kyle opened the door carefully and walked in the office. The Chief was sitting at his desk busy over some papers. "I've decided you can keep your job. I'm assigning you to Carmelita's stalker. We don't have a case file, yet so wait for tomorrow to do anything."

"Yes, Chief, I'll do that."

When Kyle walked out, the Chief grumbled "At least he cut the drama."

Kyle walked out of the office happily. He was going to get the jackass who stole his car, and had been making Carmelita's life a living hell. He was going to actually work on this case.

When he walked back to the party, he noticed someone else who walked out of her office to get some water, and congratulate someone. She was at the water cooler, drinking a cup. She saw Kyle coming and smiled. "So, Kyle, you managed to finally get the criminals you were after."

"Yes I did, and you called me Kyle." He mocked in a friendly way.

"Don't get cocky, I'm just being nice."

"I won't ask you out again."

"I know you wouldn't dare."

"Hey Carmelita" It wasn't Kyle who said it, but the inspector Carmelita hated most. He was a fox too, but slightly taller and darker furred. He always wore a long-sleeved black shirt, with black jeans.

"What do you want Inspector Hayes?" Carmelita asked, obviously not wanting to talk to him. He had asked her out more than any other officer. He also insisted on trying to hug her around the waist form behind.

"I wanted to know why you always reject me, but you'll kiss Cooper."

"I don't kiss Cooper, I try to arrest him. He kisses me."

"Bullshit, you kiss Cooper like his bitch, in fact, that's what you are. You're a BITCH!" He yelled the last word, attracting attention from every person at the party. Carmelita simply turned around and walked back into her office. This was Kyle's party, and he seemed to actually respect her (not knowing about how he followed her, but he hadn't since) "She left because she knows that it's true. She's Cooper's bitch slut."

"She is not." Stated Kyle, furious but showing no emotion at all. Not in his eyes, voice, or body. He turned away and walked to Carmelita's office. He knocked and entered ignoring the response "Go away".

"Oh great, she's his bitch too." Inspector Hayes said and returned to his friends in his office.

Kyle entered Carmelita's office. Carmelita didn't look back at him, for she was sitting on her desk looking out the window. "I said go away, or are you deaf?" she asked.

"I just wanted to talk." Kyle shrugged.

"Oh, it's you. Talk about what?" she knew perfectly well what he wanted to talk about, but she didn't want to talk about it.

Kyle must have known because he said, in an innocent voice "Oh, nothing, just see how things are going." He walked around her desk, and sat next to her.

"Terrible" she replied.

"Come on" he put an arm around her on her shoulder, in a friendly supportive gesture "Why don't we go have a chat over coffee in the morning, not a date, just as friends."

"All right, but remember, just as friends. Don't get any ideas."

"Fine, I'm sleeping in my office tonight, don't feel like going home." And he walked out and started walking to his office. On the way, he ran into Inspector Hayes and his friends, who had been waiting for him. Before he could get his ass kicked twice in one day, the Chief turned the corner. "Inspector Hayes!" he yelled, having listened to his little outburst at the water cooler. "Return to your office." He ordered. "NOW!"

Inspector Hayes let his friends go first, so he could sneak a word with Kyle. "Don't go near my chick, asshole." He threatened in a whisper, and left a glaring Kyle behind as he walked to his office.

Kyle returned to his office. Inspector Hayes went to his office for half an hour. Then left, wondering if he should pay Kyle a visit. But he knew the Chief was probably watching him.

He left the building and began walking home. He liked the exercise, so he didn't drive to work.

He never noticed a red jacketed figure slip from the alley by Interpol's building.

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