Chapter 8
At Eames' dad's house(he's not home yet from the store, she's waiting for him to get home)...
I couldn't say that much was going through my head, sitting there in the chair, just that it could not be possible that Bobby was dead, and that he left only a badge and memories behind. Why would he leave me? He showed no signs of depression, nor did he show any signs of wanting to be dead. I know it was a little rough after his mom died, but we got through it. I made sure that everything went smoothly when he couldn't handle it. The will, the funeral...Oh God, what about his funeral? I stood up and started pacing the room. I have to handle all the things that need to be done. I kept waling around the living room, thinking about what I have to do and who I should call. Make a list, categorize everything, it worked last time. Put everything in its own little box and just hope that they stay in the corner and collect dust. It worked for my husband, but why do I have the feeling that it won't work? I kept pacing, hoping that if I kept walking everything would just sort itself out.
"Alex? You in here? I saw your car out front." Dad was home, maybe he could help.
"In here." I hated the way my voice shook, and I was close to breaking down once again.
"Are you alright sweetie? You don't sound so good..." He stopped talking when he stepped into the living room. In two steps he was by me with his arms around me, and I lost it. "Shh, shh. It's alright, I'm here. Tell me what's wrong."
"It's...sniff...Bobby..." That was all I got out before another sob came out of me, and I rested my head against his chest, wishing Bobby were here to comfort me. It's ironic, the person I need the most to comfort me through this was the person who was dead.
"Tell me what happened to Bobby. Was he injured on the job?" I shook my head,
"No...he...he...jumped off...sniff... the bridge last night...I found out this morning...when...Deakins..called...I didn't...get to tell...him that...I broke it off with...Eddie."
"Oh sweetie, shh, I have a feeling that everything's gonna work out fine...you can stay here for as long as you like, mmkay? Shh, it's gonna be fine." I sobbed once more,
"No it's not, unless he can come back from the dead, I'll never get to see him again. I never got to tell him..." And that was the last thing I said as I dissolved into tears until I fell asleep in my dad's arms, wishing that it was all just a dream.
I woke up later and it was dark when I looked out the window. I saw two people standing across the street, but I took no heed of them. I knew about the people in this neighborhood, and that they were partiers. I walked out into the hall and heard two men talking. I recognized both voices, one belonging to my dad and one to Deakins. Both were talking in whispers.
"Jimmy what are we going to do?"
"I don't know John. If I did, then we would have had a different conversation." He must to have been here for a while, they were already done with their conversation. Both of them sighed and went silent. I took this as my cue to enter the room.
"Hey dad, cap'n."
"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" I raised my eyebrows as if to say you have to ask. I still felt like crap and all I wanted was a cup of hot chocolate. It was cold.
"How can you stand the cold?" Avoid the topic at all costs, and maybe they'll let it drop.
"All the windows are closed, maybe the house just can't hold the heat any more. I can get someone out here to check on it." I nodded my head and turned around to go to the kitchen. I felt their eyes on the back of my head, and wondered how I was going to get through this with everyone waiting for me to blow up. I looked at the window of the kitchen as I was pulling down a cup and noticed it was open.
"Hey dad? Didn't you say all the windows were closed?" Both of the men were in the room in a flash, looking at the now ajar window.
"This is not good."
"No kidding, someone jimmied our window open." The phrase brought me silent chuckles. This was not good, I was laughing at the cheesiest things.
"Not the window, the fact that someone left a note." Neither Deakins nor my dad had touched the note, but the words were written clearly on it.
One down and one to go,
It's a shame that I didn't get to kill the big oaf,
I would have enjoyed it immensely.
But there is still one left,
and guess who it is.
I was the first to comment on the note. "Come ON! First Bobby dies and now I have to deal with this?! This is just not my week." Deakins and dad just raised their eyebrows, and Deakins pulled out his phone to call the department.
Chapter 9
Previously on Deception...
"All will be explained later."
And now...
After being dragged away and into an abandoned building, and talking for over two hours, I was released. Any doubts of staying away we're put on hold, now that I was a working man. He posed an interesting offer, and I took it, knowing that it would be my way to avoid being charged with any illegal acts that I had committed and will commit. I made my way into the city, returning to my original turf, and anxious to be so close to where I worked. It was dangerous to be back here, not just because I was supposed to be dead, but because apparently someone was after us, Eames and I. And since I decided to "kill" myself, their next target is Eames. Crap. So my job is to become her shadow, making sure that nothing happens to her, because they're supposed to attack soon. And when they do attack, take them down and call the man who rather unceremoniously pulled my into this. Calling someone sounds like a good idea, but whom? I searched my pockets, thankful for moving some money into these cloths when I made the switch. I also moved a white piece of paper into my pants. I took it out and looked at it. Rai Taylor 476-3026. I looked at it, then went to the nearest phone booth. I dialed the number in and waited for the girl to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Um, hello, my name is Robert Goren and I'm..."
"I know who you are, do you have any idea what you were doing?" What?
"Umm, yea."
"I'm sure you do." She continued on as if I hadn't spoken. "Do you have any idea what your 'death' did to the people you left behind?""No..."
"They're all devastated. Captain Deakins hasn't left the office since he took me there, Logan looks like he's trying to swallow a piece of meat that's too big for him, and Barek looks like she's on the verge of a breakdown." I stood there silently listening to her describe what was going on with the squad and my stomach sank further into my gut.
"What about...what about Eames?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Eames? She left the precinct after we told Logan and Barek. She walked out and just left. As far as I know she went to her dad's house."
"Yea but how is she?" Please tell me!
"Whatever you expected her reaction to be, it probably wasn't what happened. At first she just kinda sat there, and then she broke down. During the night as she slept, she said something about betrayal and hurt, and something about a Lewis. I'm assuming that Lewis was one of you're friends?" Lewis...oh I'm so sorry. But now I have a purpose, and I can use some help.
"I need you to do me a favor."
"Yeah right! The last time you asked me for a favor, I ruined at least 4 lives."
"Then help me redeem those lives." There was silence on the other line, then,
"Are you planning on coming back from the dead?"
"No, I'm planning to save Alex's life."
"And how do you plan to do that? As far as I know she's not in danger, only from depression." Keep rubbing it in, I know I deserve it.
"She is in danger from someone who's not happy with both me and her. And since I'm already dead, guess who's next on the chopping block."
"Alex. Crap. Alright, I'll help, but here are my conditions. Number 1, after all this is done, you come back from the dead. Number 2, you'll need a cell phone because you aren't always near a pay phone. And number 3, I can rub in the fact that for all your genius, you still are an idiot when it comes to the matters of the people closest to you. Do we have an agreement?"
"Yes, we do."
"Good. Meet me by Alex's dad's house in an hour. Bye."
"Bye." And with that, I hung up the phone and headed down the street towards the house, tingling with the anticipation of seeing her again, and feeling guilty for the pain I caused her.