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The timeline for this chapter is kind of all over the place, and it's extremely dialogue centric. The whole story is dialogue centric.

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Chapter two: She's Dangerous!

Songs: Billie Jean- Michael Jackson, Dangerous, Roxette.

Jackie covered Hyde with a blanket and walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She knew that she should probably keep a close watch on him, to make sure that he didn't snoop around or leave. However, she knew that he had a lot to drink and was most likely out for the night. Sitting on her bed, she picked up the phone on her night stand and dialed.

"It's been three hours already, where the hell have you been?" A loud voice boomed through the earpiece.

Jackie sighed, "I'm sorry," she apologized. "Something came up."

"This something better be good." The man on the other end told her, "Like you were kidnapped by cross dressing aliens good."

"There's a witness." Jackie braced herself for his reaction.

It came instantaneously. "So take care of it."

"I can't." Jackie said honestly.

"Damn it, Marie, have you forgotten everything I taught you?" The man asked tiredly. "What's the first rule?"

"No witnesses." Jackie said from memory.

"That's right, no witnesses, so take care of it."

"That's going to be a problem, sir." Jackie replied.

"Do I even want to ask why?" The man asked. "You haven't fallen for him have you?" he said it as thought it was the worst thing he could think of.

"No," Jackie replied fervently, "I just can't kill him, I don't know why, it's just… I just can't."

"Hmm," The man said thoughtfully, "If that's the way it is, then I'll send Mark to come do it."

"No!" Jackie said a little too loudly, "Don't send Mark, please. I'll take care of it, I promise."

"You have until tomorrow to call in with your status." The man ordered before hanging up on Jackie.

Jackie sat the phone and sighed. She walked over the door and opened it, peeking outside to see if Hyde was still asleep on the couch. She rubbed her eyes as he rolled over onto his back, his arm hanging off the couch. Jackie crept away from the door and went to her dresser and pulled her gun out. After making sure it still had bullets, she walked back to the door and out into the living room. Now was as good time as any she thought as she pointed the gun at Hyde's sleeping head.

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you." Hyde said with his eyes still closed.

Jackie quickly stuck the gun under her shirt, "You're awake!" she said, surprised.

"No," Hyde answered, "I'm just really good at telling when hot girls are standing above me with guns pointed at my head."

"Oh," Jackie said, "So you've done this before?"

Hyde laughed as he opened his eyes, "No, you're my first."

Jackie narrowed her eyes, "Now why don't I believe that?"

Hyde sat up and shrugged, "What, you think I do this all the time?"

Jackie shrugged, "How am I to know?"

Hyde smirked, "So you really going to kill me?"

"I don't really have a choice." Jackie said honestly, "But if you must know, I don't feel good about it."

"That makes me feel really good." Hyde said sarcastically. "So um, you do this a lot?"

"Kill people?" Jackie clarified.

"Well, I guess it's good that you're not ashamed."

"It's my job." Jackie said with a shrug. "Look, either I do this or someone else will, and believe me, you don't want that."

"I can handle myself." Hyde said stubbornly.

Jackie laughed, "Not against this guy, no one can."

"Really?" Hyde asked, "Just who is this bad ass I need to watch out for?"

Jackie smiled darkly, "My brother."

Hyde felt like he was on a roller coaster that refused to end. He had no idea what to say to Jackie, what to do to make her remember. So far, she was acting like he was a complete stranger, yet there was something about her that made him think that deep down, she really did know who he was.

However, getting Jackie's memory back had quickly become issue number two on his list of things to do. The first now was making sure that she or her alleged brother didn't kill him.

"So," he said slowly, "Um, what's your brother's name?"

"Mark." Jackie answered, "Do you want something for breakfast?"

"Oh, so you're going to let me eat before you kill me, how nice."

"Yeah, well, I figure you deserve a last meal, after all, you did help me evade that cop." Jackie shrugged.

"I did, didn't I?" Hyde pondered, "So I guess that means you owe me."

Jackie rolled her eyes, "Please, I don't owe anyone, anything, least of all you. If you hadn't been there none of this would have been an issue, so really if you think about it, I had to evade the cops because of you, so really this is all your fault."

Hyde smirked, damn she was cute. The way her ebony hair framed her face, the way her mouth pouted, she was down right adorable. She was still wearing those damn sunglasses though, although Hyde figured he didn't have much reason to complain about them.

"So, why did you kill the bartender anyway?"

Jackie glared at him, "You know, it's bad enough that you saw me do it, do you really think I'm going to tell you why?"

"Might as well," Hyde said, "Since you're going to kill me," he made air quotes around the words kill me.

"Stop that." Jackie ordered.

"What are you going to do," Hyde asked, "Kill me?"

"I'm warning you, Hyde." Jackie's eyes narrowed at him.

"Right, I got it, you're going to kill me." He teased. The whole notion was just so preposterous that he had no choice but to laugh at it. The thought of Jackie killing anyone, regardless of whether he saw it with his own two eyes was crazy enough, but the though of her killing him, well that was just down right hilarious. He took off his sunglasses to wipe the tears out of his eyes. He turned for a split second to put them on the table and when he turned around, he was eye to eye with the end of Jackie's gun.

"Jackie," he said unthinking at the tell tale click of the safety being released.

"Who is this Jackie you keep mentioning?" Jackie asked, "Is she that girlfriend of yours?"

"Yeah," Hyde said nervously. Memories of the night before came rushing back. She had killed that bartender with no remorse, what made him think he'd be able to get out of it?

"Let me guess, you did something to piss her off." She sounded cold and efficient, completely disconnected from the moment.

"No," Hyde argued, "We were good." He slowly stood up, watching as the gun moved with his every movement. "Look, I want you to put down that gun."

"No." Jackie stated, standing perfectly still and calm, as though the thought of killing another human being didn't bother her at all. What the hell had happened to his Jackie?

"Did you love her?" Jackie asked.

Figuring that now was as good a time as ever to admit it, and knowing that no one was around to tease him, although they had certainly given him enough grief over the years, Hyde decided to bite the dust and admit the truth.

"Yes," Hyde stated, "I love her." You don't spend two years searching for a girl if you didn't love her.

Jackie stared at him for a moment, as though if she were assessing whether he was telling the truth or not. He felt as though he was being measured up. Finally, she lowered the gun to her hip and without saying a word, turned around and walked into her bed room, closing the door behind her.

A feeling of relief came over Hyde and he sighed. He knew better now than to not take the situation seriously. He had barely escaped death three times now and he couldn't afford to play around as though she was still the same Jackie he knew two years ago. She was dangerous, and worst of all, she knew it.

Jackie put the gun on the bed beside her and took off her sun glasses. Why couldn't she just pull the trigger and get it over with? She had killed plenty of people and had never thought anything of it, except that they were bad guys. Steven Hyde though, was not a bad guy. He seemed like he was a good guy below that scruffy exterior and Jackie wasn't one to kill innocent people. Her thoughts however were interrupted by the sound of the front door closing.

Jackie ran out of the room and out the front door in hopes to catch him. He couldn't just leave, it was far too dangerous.

"Where the hell are you going?" She yelled as he impatiently waited for the elevator.

Hyde however just pressed the down button again.

"Well?" She asked once she reached him.

"I heard it through the grapevine, not much longer would you be mine." Hyde sang along to the song playing in the hallway. "Good song."

"You can't leave."

Hyde's eyebrow curved up, "And yet here I am, leaving, funny how these things work."

"You want funny?" Jackie asked, "I'll give you funny." And then she kicked him in the shin.

Hyde grabbed his leg as he went down on the floor, wincing. "Augh." He said in pain.

"Is everything alright dear?"

Both Jackie and Hyde turned to the old woman peeking out from one of the doors.

"Yes, Mrs. Crawford, everything is fine." Jackie said cheerfully.

The woman peered at Hyde and nodded. "I see you've gotten yourself a new beau."

"He's not my new…" Jackie tried to protest but Mrs. Crawford went one.

"I have to tell you dear, I'm happy you finally found someone else, I never liked that boy that keeps hanging out here."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "That's my brother."

"Well, I think you can do better." The woman smiled at Jackie and turned to Hyde. "It's nice to meet you ?"

"Steven." Hyde grunted.

"What a lovely name." Mrs. Crawford stated, "My husband's Albert, he'll want to meet you."

"Um, sure." Hyde agreed.

"Splendid, now if you don't mind, my story is about to come on." The woman waved again and closed the door.

"So, that's your neighbor." Hyde said casually. "She seems nice."

"She is." Jackie said in agreement. "She's a bit senile though."

"So, um, what's her husband like?" Hyde asked as he stood up from the floor.

"Dead." Jackie said shortly.

"Oh." Hyde said, "Did you kill him?"

Jackie glared at the smirking Hyde. "Back to issue at hand, you can't leave."

Hyde stared at his estranged girlfriend and smiled. "Oh I get it; you don't want me to leave because we haven't done it yet, well, if that's what you want." He started to walk back to her apartment.

"I don't want to do it with you," Jackie stated with a roll of her eyes before adding "pig."

"Excuse me, but I was there last night, you wanted me." He moved closer to her, making her back up as he kept moving forward.

"I did not!" Jackie exclaimed, "I was acting."

Hyde slowly cornered Jackie into the wall and leaned in. "I know acting, doll, and that was not acting, that was passion, pure and simple."

"If I had a dime for every guy who has said that to me." Jackie muttered.

Hyde's jealousy reared its ugly head for a moment. "Um, guys say that to you?"

Jackie eyed him carefully as she considered her response. "Why, does it bother you to think of me with other men?"

Hell yeah it bothered him. It bothered him a great deal. The thought of Jackie with anyone else besides him always made him see red.

She doesn't know who you are, dumbass. Hyde's conscience told him. Slowly, Hyde shook his head.

"No, it doesn't bother me." He lied. "I just don't want you um, getting hurt."

"This from the man who…" Jackie suddenly stopped talking though.

"What is it?" Hyde asked.

"How many times have you pressed the elevator button?" Jackie asked suddenly.

"Uh, six or seven times," Hyde guessed, "Why?"

"Has it been on the eighth floor all this time?" Jackie asked.

"Um, I'm not sure." Hyde confessed. "Could have."

Jackie pushed him away and walked to the elevator.

"Damn it." Jackie said to herself, "he's got it rigged."

"Who's got what rigged, what's going on here?" Hyde asked.

Jackie however ignored him as she ran back into her apartment, leaving the front door open. Hyde pressed the down button again and then looked at the numbers above the elevator door. The number eight was lit up, but no other numbers began to glow.

Jackie ran back outside, gun in hand.

"Oh god, not again." Hyde muttered.

"You stay here." Jackie ordered as she walked to the stairwell "I'll be back."

"I'm not staying here while you go off shooting innocent bystanders." Hyde followed Jackie into the stairwell.

"Fine." Jackie seethed, "On the eighth floor is a man named Mr. Carnalli, Mr. Carnalli is in the diamond business, well, a few months ago he appraised a diamond for a guy named Guino Sartuchi."

"Let me guess, he's in the mob." Hyde asked as the climbed down the stairs.

"Right, well, a week later, the diamond disappeared." Jackie informed him, "and they think Mr. Carnalli has it."

"Does he?"

"Probably," Jackie shrugged, "I'm not really interested in the diamond, or who stole it. However, they have a guy," she said pointing to the still elevator. "He goes in, rigs the elevator so no one can get out, and then…" Jackie trailed off.

"And then what?"

"Boom." Jackie said as she opened the eighth floor door.

"So he blows the place up?"

"Why kill one when you can kill hundreds?" Jackie said with a shrug, "the more the better, I guess."

"You know a lot about this guy." Hyde pointed out

"I've been following him for a year now." Jackie said before making a hush motion with her hand and another one ordering him to stay.

Jackie crept forward in the hallway, her gun drawn and the safety off.

"Marie." Hyde whispered behind her.

Jackie didn't need to turn around to know that Hyde was still following her. Men, she thought, they never follow directions.

"What?" Jackie hissed.

"The elevator is moving." Hyde said, pointing to the elevator lights.

"Damn it." Jackie yelled.

"What does that mean?" Hyde asked.

"It means he's gone." Jackie told him. "Come on." She said as she carefully opened one of the apartment doors.

"Um, isn't this breaking and entering?" Hyde asked.

Jackie and Hyde walked into the jeweler's apartment.

"Huh, not much for cleaning is he?" Hyde said sarcastically as they viewed the ransacked apartment. Everything had been turned over, the drawers had been emptied, the closets searched.

"I'm guessing they came here looking for him and when they discovered he wasn't here, they searched his apartment for the diamond."

"Nice exposition." Hyde told her.

"You think so?" Jackie asked, "I thought so." She frowned however as she looked around.

"What is it?" Hyde asked.

"Mr. Carnalli always works the same hours, ten to eight." Jackie said, "It's only seven fifteen, he should be here."

"Um, okay." Hyde said, "So what does that mean?"

Jackie walked into the kitchen, grabbed the phone and then dialed. She waited a minute for the other line to answer.

"Big Bob's tire's, this is Mark, how may I help you?" Mark asked, clearly bored.

"Mark, get me Pete."

"Oh, Marie!" Mark said happily, "I hear you got yourself a new boyfriend."

"Please, he's just a temporary set back," Jackie argued, "I really need to talk to Pete."

"No can do, love, Pete's gone out to lunch." Lunch was the code word for a job.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"Three, four hours." Mark guessed.

"Great." Jackie muttered. "When he comes in, tell him that the ostrich has his head in the sand."

"No problem." Mark agreed. "Hey, you wanna do lunch?"

"I can't." Jackie said.

"Oh that's right; you're having lunch with your new boyfriend." Mark said with a sing song.

"He is not my new boyfriend and I can't do lunch because unlike you, I don't just sit around all day answering phones."

"Hey, someone has to keep our cover." Mark protested. "And Lena quit."

"Lena quit?"

Hyde listened to Jackie's half of the conversation from the kitchen doorway. He highly doubted that anything Jackie talked about had anything to do with the man with the crime being committed.

Jackie turned to Hyde, "Lena quit." She said as though she fully expected Hyde to understand the gravity of the situation.

"Fascinating." Hyde said, "Now let's get out of here."

Jackie rolled her eyes and spoke into the phone, "I gotta go, I think the pet is getting hungry."

"I am not your pet," Hyde argued, "and yes, I am."

Jackie hung up the phone a minute later and smiled at Hyde. "Ready?"

"I was born ready." Hyde told her as they walked out the door.

Oh my good, look at it, is that what I think it is?

I think it is.

It's, it's.

Yep, it's the plot.

And because I know I'm going to get reviews asking what happened to Jackie, I'm going to say this here and now. Details about Jackie's disappearance will come when it's time. You're just going to have to keep reading if you want to find out.

If you don't review, Jackie will shoot you.