Chapter 5

Kara sat on her bed. She sighed and turned Tommy McQuaid's picture over in her hand several times before setting it back on her nightstand. Then the strangest thought struck her. What if she were to spy on Tommy and find out a little more about him. Familiarity breeds contempt, a small voice in the back of her head said to her. She sighed, yes, but true, it needed to be done. She stood and waved a hand and felt the familiar tingling sensation of invisibility.

Mentally she willed herself to Tommy McQuaid, and was remarkably disappointed to find herself in a busy policed station. She sighed walking past things and willing papers to go flying off desks just to annoy the people working there. Then she saw Tommy, a pretty African-American girl, the Chinese guy from the other night, and Doug sitting around a desk discussing something.

"I don't understand how exactly are we supposed to bust up a drug ring, if we can't get the kids to fess up!" Doug exclaimed flailing his arms widely. The girl shrugged.

"Calm down Doug, you guys have several leads already, and you're exploring those leads not much else can be done." She comforted soothingly patting him on the back.

"Yeah, but-

"What about Kara and Vesper?" Tommy asked suddenly looking in Kara's direction. The girl pulled back a little, even though she was invisible. "I mean, they're strange, but maybe they would know something." He offered. There were a few indifferent shrugs, but in the end, everyone decided that Tommy would ask them tomorrow. Kara shifted her weight a little, for some reason she knew she could have felt hurt. Maybe it was the fact that she was lying about her life also. She saw enough and opted to go home.

Vesper sighed and felt her sister's return. That was the only bad thing about having a twin, one can feel more than one wants. She started up the stairs, but her twin met her halfway. "You know, I think we should pull out," Kara stated. "There are some police involved as far as drugs go… she trailed.

"Well that was random" Vesper replied taking her hand off the banister and placing it on her hip. "And what brought these thoughts up?"

"Well, I went and saw Tommy, he's a police officer, and on my way back I started thinking. What if we clued him into a drug ring, then when he busted the kids we could just grab them from the police, give them a slap on the wrist and get on with our marry little lives."

"Oh, well in that case how do we prove that they are junkie's to begin with?" Vesper questioned at her sister.

"Easy enough, most humans use drugs to get themselves so induced that they believe they're getting messages from 'Glenda' instead they get the 'wicked witch of the west'. If we were to tip them off, it wouldn't hurt anyone, because the cases have to come through SU2 anyway, and we'd catch them there." She shrugged and pushed her way down the stairs. Vesper rolled her eyes and followed the girl. "Are we agreed?" She asked, but before Vesper could reply Kara stated, "Good, now I'm going to go tell Damien." She said walking down to the basement of the house.

The next day Kara felt depressed. She really could not understand it, but she always felt like this when a case finished or passed on. She felt antsy and tried to remember what her grandfather said. "The search is in your blood like it is mine, Kara, I literally hunted Zariel for years. Yes, you should feel wrong when you're not occupying yourself with a good search." Maybe it was true, or maybe it was something she put in her own head to make herself feel a little more connected to him. What ever it was, she would rather it just go away and leave her alone.

The day was almost over and the twins managed to avoid everyone. It wasn't that hard, most people avoided them anyway.

It was after lunch right before fourth period. Tommy McQuaid approached a brunette standing at her locker changing her books out. "Let's see, I don't have any Physics homework" She put the books away as she counted her homework off. As he opened his mouth to say something, she cut him off. "Hello Tommy" Her back was still turned to him.

"How'd you know?"

"Your cologne, I could here your footsteps, plus, I have a nifty little locker mirror." She giggled looking at him in the mirror. "Anyway, on a more serious note, I think we should talk." She said turning around her face holding a somber look. The thought of Kara being serious struck Tom wrong and he allowed a little smile to cross his face.

"I know what you want to ask me and before you do, I want you to know that, I do like you and it wouldn't wrong for us legally, but wrong for us in general to be anything more than faces in the crowd of the world." She said looking down at her purse. She opened the black bag and handed a yellow sheet of paper to him. "How and why, I have this information are not expedient for you to know. Just take it and when this is all over you'll remember me as a 'girl'." She stopped and sighed while looking at him. "I guess…. Never mind here are the papers. The drug is called Tipphoria" She scribbled the name down on the paper. During her speech, Tommy's smile had faded into a frown. "I won't say goodbye, because it will give you cause to remember me." With that, like she was a swivel, Kara Wilson spun on her heel and just faded into a crowd of people.

Tommy looked from the paper in his hands to the direction the girl had just gone. Him, forget the girl he bandaged in his apartment, the girl who fell on top of him in the middle of a class. He laughed a little. No way, she was way to memorable.

Hanson and Penhall stood in the chief's office. "We've taken to checking out some of the preps."

"And?" the chief looked at him expectantly.

"Well it seems that they like their drugs pretty regularly. And that's from the kid who gets it to them." Penhall threw the papers down triumphantly.

"So, how do you exactly plan to catch these teens in the act?"

Hanson cut in here. "We've been invited to a party where the said drug usage will be taking place. If you'll wire us, we can go in and bust everything up."