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Chapter 34

A ringing sounded through the house. Chloe turned down the volume on the TV in the den, just a ways down the hall, and swung her legs over the side of the leather couch. She skipped over to the desk and picked up the phone. "Hello?" Chloe answered cheerfully.

"Hi, is this Chloe?"

"Uh-huh."

"It's Lucy. Hey, how are you?"

"Pretty good. How 'bout you?"

"I'm doing just fine, but, uh, I was wondering if Bobby or Tara was around?"

"They're still in bed…Mommy and Daddy stayed up late." Chloe paused. "Like every other night we've been here. I guess now they're trying to get more sleep."

"Mmm, I see," Lucy said with a mischievous smile. "Is there anyone else I could speak to around?"

"Umm," Chloe heard a door opening throughout the house that she was now familiar with, "Mr. Braden just walked in. Do you want to talk to him? He's real nice…"

"Sure."

"'Kay, I'll go get him." Chloe set the phone down on the wooden desk and ran through the hall. The tall man was already making his way up the stairs when Chloe called his name, "Mr. Braden…"

He stopped and turned around, "What's up, kiddo?"

"There's a phone call fer ya…it's Luuucyyyy," she teased.

Braden smirked at the young girl and walked back down the stairs, playfully messing up Chloe's hair as he passed her, gaining a giggle from Chloe. "I'll take it outside." Braden grabbed the cordless and opened the screen door. "Don't forget to hang up your end, Chloe."

"Yep!" Chloe ran to the den, made sure that Braden had already pressed the talk button and quietly placed the phone on its cradle.

Braden sat down on the bench on the porch, crossing ankle over knee. "Y-ello," Braden greeted.

"Hi Braden, this is Lucy."

"Well, hi there. It's good to hear a semi familiar voice." Braden smiled.

Lucy laughed as she sat down in her chair, twisting the cord with her fingers, "Only semi familiar? We'll have to change that sometime."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Braden's smile grew. He didn't know what it was about Lucy, but something had captivated him from the moment he saw her, and now he couldn't shake the feeling. "Now, I'm guessing that you called for another reason other than having a chance to woo me with your beautiful voice."

Lucy laughed again, "You always been this smooth?"

"Oh, so I am good at this…good. I wasn't sure, I'm a little rusty at the flirting game." Braden admitted.

"Well, hats off to you, you're doing better than most guys." Lucy granted.

"Mmm, am I now?" Braden grinned mischievously.

"Now you're just fishing for compliments." The smirk that graciously appeared across her lips disagreed with the frown curving her brow.

"Am I now?" Braden forced himself to direct the conversation elsewhere, "So, what did you really call for, Luce?"

Lucy hated that he changed the subject, but understood nonetheless. "I just wanted to get a feel about how it's going out there. Jack said that when they left everything was good, but it's been two weeks already."

"Jack was right, everything's going really well. Chloe is making herself at home already; Bobby and Tara are acting like a married couple already, making the cabin their little nest. If I didn't know any better, I might think that Bobby's ready to go ring shopping."

Lucy squealed, "Really! You're not joking? Please tell me you're serious!"

"Dead serious. You should see the way he looks at her."

"Oh…my…gosh." Lucy breathed. "Wow."

"Just keep in mind that I didn't say that they have gone ring shopping."

"I know, I know, I know." Lucy let out a long breath. "Wow," she repeated.

"Yep. So I'm guessing that this would be the first wedding in your team?"

"Mm-hmm." Lucy said, "I got to go, Jack and D just came in and it looks like they found something."

"Alright. Good luck."

"Thanks, Brade."

"Bye, Luce."

"I'll talk to you later, bye."

Lucy hung up the phone as the two men walked into the bullpen.

"Okay people," Jack called out, he waved his arm to get Sue's attention. "Metro PD just called in. Twenty minutes ago they arrested Mavis Douglas just of 'M Street' for a DUI."

"Are old buddy Dons daughter." Sue said, nearly flabbergasted at their luck.

"Yep." Jack held up a blue file, "And now she's all ours."

Jack strolled around the square room. Mavis Douglas was sitting at the metal table, Sue across from her. "Mavis Douglas. You made a call a couple weeks ago from your fathers' farmhouse. Want to tell us what that was about?"

"I dunno whatsha'll talkin' 'bout." Mavis said, her words slurring together.

"Really, that's funny because," Jack leaned against the table, facing Mavis but still making sure that sue could read his lips, "we happen to have phone records that would enjoy testing that last statement of yours."

"Really? Is that so?" Mavis countered.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is."

"He's right," Sue said softly, her hands folded neatly in front of her – which was quite the opposite of Mavis, who was leaning back in her metal chair, arms crossed loosely over her torso. Sue figured the smug stance Mavis wore was due wither to the amount of liquor in her blood – or to give them the illusion of calmness. Sue wasn't sure which one it was, the first or latter. "Mavis, if you don't tell us anything you could go to jail for obstruction of justice."

"I'm already gonna go da jail."

Jack sighed and straightened. He turned to Sue, "We're not going to get anything out of her as long as she's drunk-"

"I ain't no drunk!" Mavis stabbed a finger into her chest.

Jack rolled his eyes, "Let's get her back to lockup, maybe she'll be more cooperative when she's sobered up."

Sue cringed and nodded, completely agreeing with the Jack.

A/N: hope you all liked it!