Chapter Five

Tim woke with a start as he felt the tires hit the runway of the airport. Looking to his right, he saw Alexx as she began to rise out her slumber, and then looked to his watch. It was almost twelve thirty back in Miami, and he reached in his pocket to grab his cell phone. He flipped it up irritably, remembering his dream. He had to call them, just to see if everything was alright.

"I'm sorry sir, but we are landing. No cell phones," the attendant said as she passed by. Angrily, he flipped the phone down and positioned himself upright, pulling the pillow from behind him. Alexx rubbed her eyes and turned to him, feeling the explosive anger that rolled off of him and tentatively put a hand on his arm.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

" I don't want you to think that I'm a psycho or something, but I just had a dream. And it wasn't nice."

"A dream? What about?"

"Riley, and she wasn't in her best light," he replied gloweringly.

"Tim, honey, you are just upset. I'm sure that she is fine. She's an angel," Alexx replied soothingly. " You just have to calm down."

"I won't be happy until I get back to Miami," he responded, his tone deadly.

"Well, as soon as we land, we can get red eye tickets back and be at Miami international by six. It's going to be fine, Speedy."

"I sure hope so, Lexxi. For Timothy's sake," he returned as he began to gather his things. Alexx sighed heavily, praying to God that her son hadn't done anything stupid as she heard the captain come on the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Las Vegas Nevada, please keep your trays in the upright position and your seat belts fastened until we come to a complete stop. I hope you had a pleasant flight and as always, thank you for flying Southern Air..."

Pierre looked up at Riley as she finished getting dressed, unable to put into words what he was feeling. What had transpired between them was astronomical, yet he still found himself at odds with how he was feeling. Giving her a smile, he beckoned her over to him, holding his hand out.

" That , ... was amazing," he said softly as she sat down next to him on the bed. He looked into her hazel eyes and smiled brightly, caressing her cheek. She nodded and leaned in to him, feeling his heart beat.

"It was wonderful. Thank you for making me feel,..." Riley said as she looked to the door that swung open.

"Riley I-..."Rory said as she saw the both of them sitting on the bed. She could instantly tell that something had taken place here. She narrowed her eyes at her sister and crossed her arms at her chest, " Riley, what is going on in here?"

"Nothing, what do you need?" Riley asked as she parted from him and got up, going to her sister.

" I was just coming up here to tell you that I can't find Tj and the beer is running out. Unless we want a riot on our hands, I think someone is going to have to go and get more."

"None of us are of age, Rory," Riley said as she looked to Pierre who was getting up. "How are we supposed to get some?"

"I don't know, but I do know this. We can't afford for the house to get anymore torn up,"Rory returned as she unfolded her arms. "I'm surprised that no one has called the cops. It's getting a little too out of hand."

"Oh, I think you passed out of hand about three hours ago when your Dad's Ducati was shredded," Pierre piped in.

"WHAT?" they both exclaimed as they turned to him.

" Yeah, the Ducati is thrashed. Danny did it earlier."

"Oh my god, Riley, what are we going to do? Dad is going to kill us."

The sounds of crashing caused them to all turn their heads and then the twins glanced at each other. This was turning into a nightmare.

"Okay, this is what's going to happen," Riley said her words a little slurred.

"Riley, are you drunk?" Rory asked as she peered at her sister. With her eyes wide she grabbed Riley by her arms and shook her, " YES YOU ARE DRUNK! Oh god, oh god oh god."

Pierre got up and grabbed Rory and made her settle down, his head swimming , "Look, Rory, you have to calm down. Please, before I throw up on you."

"UGH, you're drunk too, Pierre? God... Dad is really going to kill us."

"Rory," Riley shouted and winced, " Stop it. Dad isn't going to kill us. We just have to think of something. First, we have to calm the natives. Pierre, see if you can get Sebastian or someone to go with you to the store and get more beer. Rory, you and I have to go and find Tj and Aj. Hopefully by the time the second load of beer runs out, these people will move on."

"You think that will work, Riley?" Rory asked looking between them.

"Yeah, how am I supposed to get to the store?"

The sounds of more crashing alerted them and they turned to each other with Riley saying, " I'll figure it out. But we have to get down there."

Pierre and Rory nodded as they left the room and descended down the stairs. Coming down they heard the music as it poured out of the living room, and more kids as they jammed the foyer. Plastic cups were everywhere along with remnants of food and other trash. Riley looked on the walls , seeing the family pictures turned haphazardly, and some that were even on the floor. Pushing her way through, she scanned the room, looking for anyone of the twins, finding Aj in a corner entangled in Danica's arms, a cup in his hand.

"Alexander Jonathan," she said as she came up to them. He looked up at her with hazy eyes, definitely drunk.

"Riley Alicia," he slurred as Danica laughed. " To what pleasure do I owe this visit?"

" Aj, you're drunk," Rory said coming behind her.

" Brilliant, simply brilliant," he said raising his cup, " I must toast to that."

"Aj, cut it out. Have you seen Tj?" Riley asked, holding her head. It started to swim some as the music pulsated in her brain.

" The master of the house was last seen in the den, at least that was before I had a couple," Aj slurred heavily. " I think he's trying to disappear."

" Does he know about the bike?" Riley asked with her hand on her hip.

"Shhh, nobody needs to know about the bike," he said with a serious look on his face. " Tis tragic."

" You are plastered, Aj," Riley sighed.

"Indeed, I am. But hey, I say, turnabout is fair. I'm going to be dead on Sunday, I should live like I was dying. Dontcha think, Danica?"

Riley ignored him and then turned around, scanning the room. She spotted one of her friends from World History seeing that he looked a little decent. He could easily pass for eighteen. She walked over to him, Pierre trailing her.

" Dane, can I ask you a big favor?" she asked coming to his side. There was a temporary lull in the music, one that Riley was glad for.

"Sure, Riley, anything for you."

"Make a run to the store with Pierre. We have to keep these kids sane until the party dies down."

"Eienstein? Sure, but I don't have a car," Dane said with a grin.

Riley looked to Pierre as he glanced to her , doing a double take, "What?"

" Fitz, your mom left her Lexus, right?"

"Oh, no Riles..."

"What, we need to get to the store, and I have no idea who else to send," Riley said as the music began again, but not before something crashed in the direction of the dining room. She looked in that general area, knowing that her parent's prized possession was in there. "Come on, Pierre. I need your help."

Pierre sighed heavily as he considered it, closing his eyes, " Alright, Riles, but this is the first and last run."

"Thanks!" Riley said as she hugged Pierre first then to Dane. " Alright get a move on it."

She watched as they left out of the house , hearing him as he stood up behind her, " You know, Riley, it will never work. This house is destroyed. And Dad's bike..."

Riley watched as his demeanor dropped considerably and took him into an embrace, " It's going to be alright, Aj."

"Tj always gets us in a bind doesn't he?" AJ sniffled slightly.

"Yeah, now we have to find the prince of chaos. Maybe he can get this under control."

Another sound came from the dining room and Riley turned to go in, stopping at the door frame, covering her mouth, trying to stifle a cry as Aj stumbled behind her. The black piano that had stood there for years lay in splintered pieces. The sounds of laughter came through and Riley felt her blood boil.

"We are so dead," AJ said defeated.

Riley turned to look at him and then back out into the living room. She was determined to find her idiot brother and put an end to this now.

Horatio glanced at his watch as they got off the plane, the air in Vegas cool. He continued to feel a heaviness , one that had not left him for even one moment the way here. There was just something telling him that all was not well in Miami. He walked with a steady purpose to the airline desk, glancing over to Speed and Alexx as they attempted to procure red eyes back to Miami, the obvious worry settling in between the parents. Something so simple as a weekend vacation had suddenly taken on another connotation.

"Sir, may I help you?" the clerk asked sweetly as she looked at them.

Horatio put his bag down and pulled out the tickets for Sunday, " I was wondering if you could give us returning tickets for tonight instead of Sunday?"

" Give me a second, and I can see what I have," she returned as she began typing.

Horatio glanced at Kyrie as she looked at him, giving him a pained smile. In part , this was her doing, and she felt remorse for even thinking that her daughter could handle the responsibility of taking care of things while they were gone. For god sakes, it was only two days, and she couldn't even get through one night. Horatio felt her demeanor and cupped her chin in his hand, his eyes softening.

" Ree, you had no idea that this would happen."

" She's my daughter, Horry. I should know. I trusted her."

" I trusted her as well, and maybe, we are jumping the gun here, but I just want to know. I have to see for myself if things are on the up and up," Horatio said as an alarm went off on his phone. He looked at it and remembered that he was supposed to have called December when he landed. He flipped the phone up and dialed home. The phone rang for several rings, and Horatio was about to hang up when he heard her pick up.

" Hello?" she said loudly. Horatio could hear loud noises in the background.

"December? What's going on?" he asked with a furrowed brow.

"Dad?" December replied with a certain tone. Horatio could hear several voices and the loud music as it sounded like she was on the move. In a second, the noise was gone and he could hear her clearly, " Dad, what's up?"

" Where are you, December?"

" I- I'm at home. Why?"

" What was all of that? You're not having a party are you?" Horatio asked as he glanced to Kyrie. Certainly she wasn't foolish enough to have a party. At his home.

"No, what makes you say that?"

"Aww.. Cool man! Check out that donut!" Horatio heard in the background as well as the sound of a motorcycle racing. " December, just what is going on?"

" Nothing, Dad. Honestly..."

"So you mind telling me why it sounds like a party going on?" Horatio asked sternly as he looked over to Tim, the younger man's demeanor turning deadly.

"I'm out on the beach. Someone's having a kegger of a party," December returned. It wasn't necessarily false, she just chose to leave out the fact that she was in attendance of the kegger.

"Get back in the house, and lock the doors,..."

"December, babe! You're missing it!" came a familiar voice. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "December..."

December had to think quick and could think of nothing but hanging up. Horatio pulled the phone back and glared at it as if it was going to start singing , unbelief riding his expression. Kyrie noticed and touched his arm, feeling the anger that was boiling inside.

"Horry?"

"She hung up on me," he returned stonily.

"Okay, sir, I have a flight leaving in about thirty minutes to Miami. Non stop."

" I'll take it," he said as he pulled out his identification.

"Sir, it's coach... It's a downgrade."

"I'll take it," he repeated as he placed his identification down rather roughly. Kyrie sighed heavily as she let his arm go, knowing that it wasn't going to be good when they returned.

"Oh, December, what have you done?" she said to herself.

Sam smirked to herself as she walked downstairs, her mind flashing on what she just saw. All she was doing was looking for a bathroom, not having any success downstairs, it being occupied by a very sick individual. She inadvertently opened the door to see Mr. and Mrs. Goody -two shoes fucking. " I can't wait ," she said as she passed several kids who looked like they were on their last breath. With a grimace she inched her way to the patio, wanting to get some air. The party had turned into a bore really quickly for her ; not one boy had stepped up to her the entire time she was there.

As she slid the glass, she saw yet another pair that she just couldn't stand, Sian Taylor and Chris O'Brien. She watched the intimate moment, wanting the feeling that Sian was getting from Chris, instead of Chris though, it was Pierre she desired. An expression of disgust grabbed her face as she watched him kiss her and her hands going through his dark hair, it was enough to make her gag. Silently, she stood back and listened to them as they continued on, oblivious to her presence.

"Come on ,Sian. Let me prove my love to you," he said softly as he nuzzled her neck.

" I don't think so, Chris . You know my mom would kill me ,and then my dad would go out after you," she laughed.

"I don't think they would mind, they already know we are meant for each other," he replied with a smirk, letting his tongue glide up her neck. He began to suck gently, leaving a red mark there . Not to be outdone , Sian took his hand and let him caressed her breast, a devilish smile appearing on her face. She was in awe of what his hands was doing to them. She sat on his lap taking her mouth and placing it on his neck ,sucking it and leaving a mark there. She furthered the ante by leaving a mark on his chest as well

Sighing heavily, Samantha let her presence be known, " Why don't you get a room? Or, better still, you can go up there with the other geeks."

Chris and Sian looked up at her as she let another frustrated sigh out and then turned and stormed away. They shrugged their shoulders at each other and returned their attention back to the matter at hand. This night would be one that they all remembered.

Riley stormed through the foyer, pushing at the drunk kids as they slouched on the walls and in the middle of the hall. She was seeing red by this time and she was hell bent on finding her brother. Pierre had left with Dane to get more beer so she could start to send the kids home, so it was just her and her siblings, and Aj wasn't really able to catch up , herself not up to par. The only one who was functioning on a even level was , Rory and she was trying to corral the partyers from upstairs.

Walking into the den, she saw Tj entangled with Latrelle Howard his hands roaming over her body liberally. For a spilt second, her memory went to her early experience with Pierre. Shaking her self out of it, she approached him, turning him around violently.

"Hey! I was doing something here!... Oh, Riley, how's it hangin'?" TJ asked as a smile formed on his lips. " I was just doing some person to person exchange."

Riley gave him a pained smile, then acknowledged Latrelle, " Latrelle. Tj, you happen to notice what is going on here?"

" Yeah, the party is a success! I couldn't have asked for anything better," Tj laughed. "Wouldn't you agree?"

" No, Idiot boy, our house is destroyed!"

"Mom and Dad aren't coming home until Sunday. We can clean up tomorrow, that is after I get up."

" You really haven't been paying attention , have you, you ass wipe. The HOUSE IS DESTROYED! Take a look around, dummy," Aj yelled, slurring his words. He was drunk, but he was a pissed drunk.

"A true sign of a party well done," Tj remarked as he looked to Latrelle. Riley walked up on him more, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to the dining room.

" Do you think this is a true sign of a party well done? They fucking trashed mom and dad's favorite thing in the entire world! Do you think that is cool?"

Tj stopped smiling as he saw the pile of wood and keys that used to be his parent's piano, the one that they as their children could never touch, the one that had been in their lives since the beginning, and he wept openly.

"Oh, my ..."

"Yeah, call on God," Aj bit back as he pushed at him.

"Hey, I didn't mean it," Tj pushed back.

" You never mean it, you ass," Aj said as he put his shoulder into TJ's stomach and sent him backwards. When they landed, Aj straddled him and began punching him. "We always get in trouble for what your lame brain ass comes up with. Why can't you be normal!"

Riley ran to them and peeled Aj off of Tj with the help of Latrelle, "TJ, come on, get off of him."

"No, I'm tired of his shit, man. He always gets us in trouble."

Tj got up as they held him, and held his eye, saying, " I never put a gun to your head, you dick. This is free will."

"Free will? We live in the same house you shit face!" Aj bellowed as he lunged forward more. Riley and Latrelle tried to hold him back.

"Hey," Slater said as he came into the room, a confused look on his face. He had passed drunk and was racing towards high now, " Isn't your mom a doctor?"

" Yeah," Riley said as she loosed Aj somewhat, feeling the fight drain out of him. "Why?"

"Where does she keep her bag?"

"Slater, you aren't getting anything from it," Aj said as he regained composure.

"No, no, man. That's not it. I just thought I saw some random dudes going through her stuff in the library. They were eyeing a pretty tight black bag,"Slater said as he smiled, "They must think your mom does the heal thy self thing, if you know what I'm sayin?"

"WHAT?" the three Speedle kids said in unison as they got up. They moved quickly to the library to see three guys rifling through their parents stuff.

"Hey!" called Tj as they looked up. They looked to them then took off running through the door that led to the outside. Tj, Riley , and Aj took off behind them, running at full pace. Neither of them were in great shape to give chase, but they needed to get their parent's things back. The ran together until they saw them part and then looked to each other, parting themselves.

Riley took the skinny one ,noticing he had her father's gun box, and pumped her arms, her heart racing faster than her legs could take her. He led her around the back some, around the pool, trapping him by the hot tub.

" You're trapped, give it up," Riley said as she circled him.

"Not by a long shot, Speedle," the skinny guy said with a smirk as he faked her out and took off again.

" DO I EVEN KNOW YOU?" Riley screamed as she followed him.

Tj took the tall one, heading into the front. He kept his sights on him, seeing that he had his mother's doctor bag and he sped up, almost catching him. Just as he passed the drive and was about to reach him, he turned his head to see the blue tarp on the ground, no sign of the yellow Ducati in sight.

"Holy mother of God," Tj said as he stood there for a split second, he then shook it off and started after the tall one again saying, " I'm so dead."

He could see Aj as he chased the girl, seeing the gleam of a gold picture frame under her arm. The tall one was joined by the skinny one and he saw Riley as she gained on him, closing on him fast. Aj had also caught up with the one that he was chasing and was mere steps from catching her . They began to tire and saw them pull out even more as the three thieves gained a second wind. Riley looked to Tj and then to Aj as she pulled her hair up behind her, tying it into a knot. With no words , she started off again, keeping her eyes on the target. If they didn't get them, then they were truly dead in the water. She looked to either side of her to see her brothers as they continued the chase, which was down the street by this time. As it seemed that they were getting farther and farther away, Riley began to slow, recognizing that they were in deep. There was no way they were going to catch them now.

Then , suddenly, three bodies appeared from nowhere, blocking the would be thieves path, knocking them down. Coming up to them, Riley bent to down at her knees to catch her breath, all the while keeping her eyes on the pile of bodies on the ground. She saw one get up after the other, all three reaching down to gather the stolen items.

" Man, that was so not cool," a familiar voice said as he kicked the tall one, grabbing the doctor's bag. "Shit heads like you give parties like this a bad name."

Riley finally straightened herself to see Slater as he approached with the bag in hand and handed it to Tj. Pierre got up and grabbed the gun box, walking over to her, putting a hand on her back as she breathed in deeply.

" You alright?"

" I- I am fine. Where did you come from?" she asked breathlessly.

"Dane and I were just making it back from the beer run. You realized you ran past my house?"

"Did we?" Riley asked as she looked up the street towards her house which looked like a mad house from this distance. She could hear the loud music as it wafted on the breeze from the Atlantic.

" Yeah, but don't you think you need to be getting back?" Pierre asked, looking at the thieves as they slowly got up.

" I think these three need a lesson," Dane said as he cracked his knuckles. That was the greatest thing of having a line backer on the varsity football team for a friend. " You guys can leave them up to me. I'll take care of it."

"Thanks , Dane," Riley said with a smile.

"No problem, Riley. Awesome party , by the way. See you Monday," Dane replied as he glared at the three manically.

Slater snickered as he started to walk away, "Shit, man ,... I have nothing to say, other than to bite down on something. Hard."

Pierre laughed as he began walking with Riley with Tj and Aj in tow. Getting closer to Pierre's house, Riley glanced at the Lexus in the drive and grabbed hold of his hand. She had seen the damage done to the pristine silver vehicle.

" Oh , Fitz. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you to do this."

"It's alright, Riles. I'm sure Mom and Dad won't kill me for it. I'll be indisposed for a while though."

" I think we all will," Tj said as he glanced up at the house. His worse nightmare was coming true, again, as he saw the all too familiar sight of the radio car pull up. Slater did a u turn and started walking the other way. "Slater?"

" Nah uh, man. Five oh... I don't dig five oh. I'll check ya later," he said as he turned to walk backwards. " Speedle... Fantasmic party man! Must do it again!"

" Fitz, what did you do with the beer?" Riley asked as she saw the two officers get out and head to the house.

"Did someone say beer?" Slater asked turning around. " I think I can stay around a little bit longer."

Pierre snickered some as he turned back to Riley, " I put it in the kitchen. Rory was there. I'm sure she found a way to cover."

"Well, let's get down there," AJ said as he sighed. The run did wonders for his state, sobering him up a bit, but he knew that he was still going to pay for it in the morning. All of them were.

TBC...