Chapter 3 Page 1
She sighed….Wiley was entirely too corruptible….hanging out with Jane was BAD for him. Come on…..who takes a case because its FUN….wait...sound the alarm..Jane does. She couldn't believe Abbot was going along with Jane's shenanigans. Agent Marcus Pike was good people though…..unlike most agents who would probably feel threatened or territorial by someone moving on their turf...he was being...well not grateful but appreciative. She really hoped Jane wouldn't pull one over him; poor guy was just too nice.
Oh yeah...Abbot and Fischer would really appreciate the irony...she was playing the gangster's moll...Jane's idea of fun. A too tight dress that honestly made her feel undressed and heels that could send her 6 feet under. Why was she even involved; Fischer could have handled it. Yay...what a great time but she had to admit Jane was in a league of his own and he deserved an award for his performance. These guys were dangerous, deadly even.
She cursed silently; where was a gun when you needed it. All her senses were on alert now; this was the leader of the pack; she hoped he didn't pick up on her nervousness. Mckay never moved from his spot in front of the painting even when Jane had arrived. As Jane predicted, the plan was in motion; Mckay had taken the bait. Now if only she could find some food. What is it with Jane and sofas ? a luxurious home with 3 equally opulent bedrooms and he sleeps on the sofa. She smiled as she covered him with the afghan…..little boy Jane had heaps of fun last night.
She couldn't believe she was flirting with Agent Pike…but hey wasn't she supposed to be meeting new people. Besides Marcus was fun, uncomplicated, normal and not bad looking either…no sexy brit accent bringing her to knees, no dimples, no soulful ocean coloured eyes piercing her soul or a smart alec hustler waiting to bedevil her. Deirdre would be proud of her. Teresa Lisbon flirting…wonders will never cease.
It had been too close; Jane was being the daredevil again which made her so mad. Why did he have to take chances like that ? She wondered….was it a subconscious thing...maybe he wanted to die...perhaps that gave him a legitimate reason to join his family. She would have a word with Cho...keep an eye on him...6 months with the FBI but in no way was she willing to trust either Abbot or Fischer. She closed her eyes….took a deep breath...she was going to have pancakes with Marcus. Frankly she had enjoyed the flirting but dinner….she wasn't sure she was ready to go on that road again. Anyway what harm could pancakes do ?
Just goes to show….she was glad and happy that she had gone out with Marcus. No fireworks or stars but good old fashioned chitchat and harmless flirting. She had agreed to go out with him for dinner tomorrow night. So what if she wasn't looking for a romantic relationship….at least she was getting the chance to doll up and go out.
She whirled round when her phone blared with the sounds of phil collins a groovy kind of love. S.O.B. that was Joe's tune…..