Hi to all thanks for waiting all this time….well here is chapter 5. Also sorry about all the songs I put in the story. I like to add it because I was licensing to it when I was writing the story. And I love music more than anything in the world! I don't know if I had said this but I don't own anything... not even Travis… well he is half of mine…. He is my friend…. But I made up what he does…. Don't worry I don't hang out with weirdoes! XD
SPOV
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He looked at me blankly for a long time; like he didn't understand what I'd just said. I was contemplating the idea of repeating myself when he finally spoke.
"SYLVESTER JAMES COOPER," He yelled. He knows I hate my full name but I doubt he cares about my preferred title at the moment.
"WHO may I ask are you trying to kill?" he asked, his voice only lowered slightly as he asked the question I wasn't prepared to answer.
Shit! I didn't think this far ahead in the conversation; I don't want to tell Bent that I want that Travis gone.
"Um, this guy. He's a, um, bad guy." I said not very convincing. He continued looking at me and you could tell he wasn't buying it any more than I was.
"He has killed people in his past and I don't think he is safe around other people. He's with this girl and I think he is just using her for his own evil plans and such." I said. That sounded a little better, but not by much.
"Well I think I should know him by now. I mean, if he is that bad of a person he should be easy to find. You're going to have to give me his name and, if he's staying there, the girl's address. If he's not moving around then we should…" Bentley continued on and I stopped listening; weaving scenes of me exposing Travis's façade and Carmelita falling into her saviors arms, aka: me.
"Sly." he said. Oops. I think I zoned out again.
"Yeah Bent." I said, firmly planting my feet back onto the ground of reality and leaving the clouds of fantasy.
What has he been saying for the past few minutes?
"I need the name of this guy. I will try to look him up but, like you said, if he has a criminal recorded this should be a lot easier. I am not saying we are going to kill him. But I will happily put him in jail," he paused, "By the way Sly, how did you find this guy?" Shit again. Maybe I should have thought of a plan first…
"Um, well it's, ahhh, a little too personal and I don't really want to talk about it." I said. Hopefully he will get off my back about.
"Sly when has anything been too personal?" he asked. Oh crap he's right! I really should have thought this out first.
"Bent, I know we are like brothers and I know I can tell you anything…but this you just have to trust me, ok?" I told him. I really feel bad for lying; I should just tell him the truth. But I'm just a selfish ass!
"Sly I know there is something up, but I guess you can just explain later." He sighed. He is not going to let me off that easy.
"Thanks Bent." I said sincerely, "Anyway, you should look up this guys file in Interpol's system. That's where I would look first." I said, sounding very smart in my own opinion.
"Sly I know what to do, you just haven't giving me the most important thing." He said looking at me, then returned to his typing that I know would mean as much to me as jibberish.
"What is it? I thought my plan of where to look was a good one. I mean, you look at that all the time for criminals. Where else would you look…" I babbled on.
"Sly! I need the name!" he said. Oh. The name. How dumb am I? Then it hit me. I really should've thought this through!
"Um well, Ionlyhavethefirstname." I said really fast, tumbling over my words and turning them into one.
"What?" he said confused at my mouths attempt to create a whole new word.
"I only have the first name…" I said a little slow that time.
He stopped typing and just stared at the computer. Now he looked mad.
"What," he said, sounding very stern.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think that far," I said, feeling ashamed; im usually much more prepared when it came to criminals, especially one I for sure wanted to see put away. I really should have thought this through. Bent just looks irritated with my ridiculously unpreparedness concerning simple matters such as names of dangerous felons.
"I'm just going to find out his last name," I said getting up for the chair and pointing towards the window (who would use a boring old door when you could use a window and look like a shadow of the night jumping out it?). He's still looking at me with stern irritation when I'm about to duck out of the window, but decided to use the door since I figured my life didn't really need any more adrenaline filled excitement at the moment; I spun around and took 3 strides out of the room and through the doorway.
Now, how do I find out him last name? I asked myself as I headed for the door out of the apartment. I don't know, I could ask Carmelita. I thought about it for a second. That will work, and I get two things out of this. I get his last name and I get to see her. I smiled at the idea. I just love see her face, she's so beautiful.
I was walking out the door and I saw Murray and had to laugh because he was covered in oil.
"Hi Sly, what's up?" he asked.
"Nothing really." I looked at him, "You might want to take a shower though because Bent would kill you if he finds you looking like that." I said. He looked confused at first then got what I meant.
"Yeah I hear ya, last time I came in he wouldn't stop yelling. He might be small but he is a little scary sometimes." He said. He almost looked a little scared.
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When I got to Carmelita's apartment, she was the only one there. That made this easier, I wouldn't have to run into Travis. He would probably freak and I would have to knock him out. Wait, that would be a good thing. Damn! Why couldn't he be here! Oh well, I can do that some other time.
I could see Carmelita in her kitchen, she was making something over the stove. I got closer, by climbing through the window hehe. I stood in the door way, with her back facing me. She a box of pasta in her paw and she poured it into the pot. She went over to the other pot that held the sauce, which reminded me of Octavio's goon that wanted to be buried with his mom's pasta sauce. (A/N I had to! XD)
She was standing at the stove and I thought she was going to turn around. But she just turned the radio on. It was You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship.
Girl I've been all over the world
Looking for you
I'm known for taking what I think I deserve
And you're overdue
And if you listen you can hear me through the radio
In that bright white noise
What I been missing in my life
What I been dreaming of
You'll be that girl
You'll be that girl
You'll be
She stated to hum it and I think, dance. Well she was swaying back and forth. It was really cute and I want to come up behind her and scare that hell out of her. I think that would have been great, she would be all embarrassed because I saw her dancing. But I have never see her so, not uptight. It was…interesting.
Everything you want so let me get up there
I'm the baddest baby in the atmosphere
Tell me what you want so we can do just what you like
You make me feel that
La la la la la
You make me feel so
La la la la la
You make me feel that
La la la la la
You make me feel so
La la la la la
You, you make me feel that
I don't know how long I was standing in the door way. Well no, I was standing there however long it takes to make pasta. But she didn't stop dancing; instead she got more into it.
Everything you want so let me get up there
I'm the baddest baby in the atmosphere
Tell me what you want so we can do just what you like
Ooh
Everything you know I'm flipping upside down
Take you 'round the world
You know I like it loud
Tell me what you want 'cause we can do just what you like
She took the pasta and strained it into the sink. Then I felt bad; I just thought about what she does every night. She eats on her own, sleeps on her own, and just lives on her own. She could do whatever she wanted to do because no one would be there to watch.
Now I feel that I'm invading her private life.
She stared to sing and dance more. Great!
Great, now the perverted part of my mind is making itself known.
You make me feel that
La la la la la
You make me feel so
La la la la la
You make me feel that
La la la la la
You make me feel so
La la la la la
You make me feel, oh
La la la la la
You make me feel that
La la la la la
You make me feel so
La la la la la
You make me feel that
La la la la la
I really need to stop 'cause if I don't sexual charges with be added to my criminal record. I do not want that. I walked very quietly to the island in the kitchen and sat in the chair. It's really funny that she hasn't turned around this whole time, but she doesn't know I'm here.
She turns off the stove so she should be about to get a plate, which is to the left of me. She should see me out of the corner of her eye or just plain see me.
Just as I thought she would do, she went to get a plate. She opened the cabinet and looking for a plate I guess. She was still singing and kind of dancing. Her paw stopped moving, she stopped singing and dancing.
I smiled.
Ever so slowly she looked my way. I smiled more and let out a little laugh. She just stared at me probably wondering how long I have been here. The song was ending and I lipped the last few words:
You make me feel that.
She just stared wide eye. I don't even think she's breathing. I wonder her if I dazzle her that much? She finally started to move again. She took a plate out of the cabinet but her eyes never left my face. She stared to blink and breathe. But she just turned around like I wasn't there. I really didn't understand what was going through her head. Maybe she thinks I'm not here, that she's just imagining me?
She grabbed a knife and just held it in her hand. Her back was facing me again. I really didn't know what was going through her head now. I was a little scared that she was going to throw it at me. It wasn't a big knife it was about the size of her paw, so if it did hit me I don't think I would die. I hoped.
Just as I thought ,she threw the knife. With cat (raccoon) like reflexes I dodge just fine. I got a lot of practice when she was shooting balls of energy out of her dumb shock pistol.
"You're here." She finally said. What the hell? Usually Carmelita is running to her shock pistol and yelling at me to get out. I have never seen her this calm, ever.
"Yes I'm here, but did you really need to throw that knife at me to prove it?" I asked, raising my right eyebrow. My voice increased half and octave due to the fact that a pointy object was just hurled in my general direction.
Not cool, by the way.
She stared to laugh and little. Ok, now something is really wrong with her.
"I have been seeing a lot of different things lately. I don't know what is real sometimes." She said.
"But to see if it's real you throw a knife at it?" I asked. What is up with her?
"I don't know what's wrong with me, I might be going crazy." She said. She looked a little sad. She lives by herself and has no one. No one to watch her. She could fall or get hurt and no one would know.
"Do you need help or something." I asked her, trying to help in any way I could.
"Why the hell would I want help from you? I can take care of myself just fine." She said angrily, crossing her arms across her chest and giving me an I-Don't-Need-You're-Help-Cooper glare. What the heck. Mood swings much!
At least it was a look she only threw my way.
"Well, ok. Anyway, the reason I came here is I want to know who that guy was." I said. Hoping she would give me the name.
"Oh, that's Travis. We went to high school together. He just showed up. I didn't even know he knew who I was." She said, her glare softening ever so slightly at the mention of her dear Travis. ugh, gag!
"Ok, what's his last name?" I asked. I really hope she doesn't ask why.
"Why does it matter Cooper? What are you going to do? Are you going to look him up to see if he has a criminal record? He won't, he is a really nice guy." She said.
"Well how do you know? He could be bad and you wouldn't know." I said. "I'm only watching out for you my dear Carmelita." Maybe she would give me the name if I worked my irresistible charm on her.
She rolled her eyes, and sighed, "Fine you want to know? His last name is Cad. Go look him up, he won't be there." She said. "And it's Inspector Fox to you, Cooper." I rolled my eyes at the professional name she tries to make me use.
"Well thanks anyway." I said, dropping the charm since I got what I needed. Although, I think she's right: Bentley probably isn't going to find anything.
"Wait, where are you going now?" she yelled at me. She sound mad; there is the Carmelita I know and love, a lot.
"I'm going home…?" I said, sounding like it was more of a question than a definite destination.
"What?" she said. Now im really confused, but also happy. She doesn't want me to leave. I don't know why, but she doesn't want me to leave, which mean she likes me.
"Well im just going to go," I said, and started climbing out the window. I was already on the roof top and I heard Carmelita:
"What the f-" oooo! That word is not good for kids!
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I gave Bent the name and he couldn't find anything. Yet. He had been looking for about three week already, which is bad. It normal takes him 24 hours. I should tell him the truth. That there is no bad guy and I was just jealous.
I went into Bentley's room and sat next to him.
"Bent I have to tell you something." I stared.
"Wait hold that thought. I have to talk to you too." He said. Maybe he knows, that would make it easier.
"Sly, how did you find this guy?" he asked.
"Um, he was with Carmelita and-" he cut me off.
"I…In…Inspector F…F…Fox," he sound really scared, and that made my worry.
"Yeah Bent, that's why I came to talk to you. You see-" he cut me off again. God, can't a guy get a word in this conversation?
"Sly, I don't know why she would be with that guy. She's smarter than that. She's also a cop so she should know who he is!" he said, now I'm really worried.
"What is wrong with him?" I asked, completely focused on what he was going to say next.
"Everything. I looked him up in Interpol's system and I looked and looked but nothing was there. So I started to look him up in other countries and continents. It took me a long time and I didn't find anything. But I didn't stop digging. Then I found the last name Cad in Spain. I'm guessing Travis when by the name of T Cad because there was no other name. This T Cad had a really bad criminal record. There was vandalism, drug use, bar fight, fights in general, break ins. It also says attempted rape and murder. Three time! And he also raped two sixteen year old girls," he paused looking really sick, "at the same time."
He looked at me with an expression of disgust and then shock at my following exclamation.
"WHAT!"
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Editor's Note: sorry for the late story! I just got back and its been a bit crazy but I hope you liked it! sclover4520 writes lovely stories, dont you think? :)
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A/N don't you love my editor! XD I know I promise two stories but I'm half way done with the other one.