Boss's Daughter
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Becker stood behind Jess and watched his sister talking to Abby. What was she up to? To his horror Abby took up a stance and threw a kick at Bertie. What were they doing? Was Bertie even aware that Abby was pregnant and could get hurt?
He got to the gym in seconds and watched for a second as Abby kicked out at his sister. She deflected Abby's kick, and Abby landed gracefully back on her feet.
"Very good," Bertie encouraged.
"Bertie Stop!" Becker shouted. "What do you think you're doing? Do you even know that Abby's pregnant?"
"She knows," Abby spoke up. "Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm an invalid!"
"Anyway I've seen what I need to see for the moment, I'm going to head home and try to catch up on reading those files." Bertie interjected.
"See you later," Bertie shouted to Becker before turning and walking up to Abby.
"Are you up for that thing I spoke to you about?"
Abby smiled before she answered. "Definitely!"
Bertie grinned before she walked off.
After seeing the ARC operations she had realised that she could everything that she needed from there. She asked for permission to continue her investigation using ARC personnel.
She decided to call Lieutenant Kirkby and she arranged to meet him in a bar.
Lieutenant Kirkby opened the heavy door and saw a pretty blonde sitting alone at the bar. He decided he would spend a few minutes with her whilst he was waiting.
"Anyone sitting here?" he asked politely.
"No. My friend texted me a few minutes ago and she's not coming."
"Hi, I'm Alex Kirkby... You are?"
"Abby... Abby Maitland. Nice to meet you." She smiled and looked across to the dark- haired bartender, who looked as if he was in a very bad mood.
"Can I have a beer please," he asked the bartender, "And a" he turned to Abby, "What can I get you?"
"Just an orange juice please." She smiled sweetly.
"Can't I persuade you to have anything else?" he asked. With a glint in his eye.
"The lady wants orange juice," the bartender snarled.
Outside the bar stood an inconspicuous white van. Inside the van was kitted out with the most high-tech equipment available to the ARC.
Jess sat at the screens as Bertie sat beside her. Bertie spoke to Connor through the comms link.
"Don't be so close to them; remember you're just a bartender." Annoyed, Connor growled under his breath. Bertie then switched her link to Abby.
"Abby when you've got your drink, make an excuse to go to the toilet. Leave your drink, and we'll see what he does."
Connor served the drinks, and hovered in the background.
Kirkby started to drink his beer. When Abby excused herself, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sachet. He poured the contents into Abby's drink.
Bertie spoke quickly to Connor. "Connor quickly pour another orange juice. When he's on the phone I want you to switch the drinks."
Connor quickly did as he was told. He heard Kirkby's phone ring, and he switched the normal drink. He then placed the doctored orange juice on the shelf below the counter. He breathed a sigh of relief; at least Abby would be drinking a normal orange and not the one the lieutenant had added something to.
"Lieutenant Kirkby... Sorry something's come up; I won't be able to meet you for that drink after all." Bertie spoke on her mobile phone from the van. "Sorry I hope you haven't gone to too much trouble."
"No not at all... nice bar here, good company," he smiled as he thought of the pretty blonde. "Of course we can re-arrange. Not a problem. Goodbye Major."
Alex Kirkby faced the sour-faced bartender and grinned. Connor gripped the glass he was cleaning so hard that it nearly broke in his hands, he was furious with this man.
Abby returned to her stool and started to drink, Alex finished his drink and Connor whipped his glass away and put it under the counter alongside Abby's glass to be tested later.
He waited for instructions from Bertie who told him to bring the glasses out to her. Connor complied and met Bertie inside the van, he watched in horror as Abby became lifeless. Soon Lieutenant Kirkby put his arm around Abby and helped her out of the bar. Connor, Bertie and Jess watched as he brought her out of the bar and took her to a nearby alley.
"We've got to do something, Bertie, Now!" Connor began to panic, worrying what would happen to his girl.
Bertie shouted down the comms to Matt and PC Swinfield who were waiting in another car around the corner.
By the time Matt, Swinfield, Connor and Bertie got to the alley, Lieutenant Kirkby had been kicked several times by Abby and she stood victorious over his comatose body.
Abby high-fived Bertie and pulled Connor in for an earth-shattering kiss.
Bertie placed Lieutenant Kirkby under arrest and hauled him off to the local police station. She took the glasses collected and brought them back to the ARC for analysis.
Here she asked one of the lab techs to analyse it and then send her the results.
Bertie then went about organising her next sting, she gathered the team together.
"Here's that DVD you wanted. It shows clearly Lieutenant Kirkby putting something in Abby's drink and also him carrying her off." Jess smiled pleased with herself; knowing that the evidence she presented would go towards getting Becker off the hook.
The next day Lance Corporal Marcus Patterson was next.
LC Patterson found Abby sitting at the bar. His aftershave made Abby heave and she excused herself and grabbed her handbag and ran off to the toilets.
Jess took her place and casually she walked up to the bar.
"You haven't seen my friend have you? Not too tall, blonde, bobbed hair?"
"Yeah, she just left," Patterson answered.
Jess deflated.
"Hi, I'm Marcus Patterson... You are?"
"Jess, Jess Parker."
"Can I get you a drink?" Patterson asked.
"Um..." Jess paused as if thinking. "OK... I'll have an Orange juice please." She asked the dark-haired barman.
Jess' phone rang and she turned away to answer it. Patterson reached into a pocket and pulled out a sachet and poured the contents into her drink.
On the phone Bertie whispered to Jess not to touch her drink.
Moments later Patterson's phone rang.
"Lance Corporal Patterson, sorry I won't be able to join you tonight, maybe we could re-schedule for tomorrow?" Bertie asked.
Whilst his back was turned Connor switched Jess's drink for one that was not doctored.
Connor waited for the creep called Patterson to finish his drink, once he had finished, he took two glasses to Bertie.
He stood behind Abby and they watched as Jess pretended to become listless.
She swayed and nearly lost her balance as Patterson helped her out of the bar. He took her to a nearby alley. Matt and PC Swinfield were waiting in another car.
Connor ran as fast as he could, there was no way he was going to let this man go anywhere near Jess! Connor grabbed him from behind and punched him hard. Patterson was shocked, he hadn't expected this man to come out of now where and just punch him.
Connor massaged his throbbing hand as Jess walked back to the van.
"I'm really thirsty" she took a swig from the glass of Orange juice in the van.
"Jess, NO!" Connor and Abby shouted in unison.
They watched in dismay as Jess really did become lifeless and began to sway as if she were drunk. Jess felt as if she had drank ten tequila's in one go and she began feeling light headed, and soon her vision became blurry. She tried to stay upright but began to find it extremely hard. She collapsed in Connor's arms as Bertie instructed them to take her back to the ARC.
Abby put her foot down on the accelerator as she raced back. Connor hauled Jess out of the car and carried her to the medical team who were waiting on standby.
Becker watched the security screens in horror as he saw Connor carry Jess's unconscious body back to the ARC. The very sight sent shivers through his body and he ran as fast as he could to medical bay. He was stopped by a medic at the door. They were not allowing anybody to see Jess. He asked the medic at the door if they had found out what Jess had happened to her and he was told that she had ingested Rohypnol. Becker stood for a moment, not knowing where he had heard that word before. Then it hit him, like an EMD to his chest!
It was a date rape drug!
Somehow Jess had been given a date rape drug!
Fury began to bubble inside Becker's gut. He went in search of Connor.
Connor was in the menagerie with Abby nursing his bruised hand. Becker opened the door with his wrist band.
He walked up to Connor and grabbed him by the throat. He pushed him up against the wall as he began shouting at him.
"What do you think you're playing at Temple?" Becker hissed, his anger knew no bounds and he would have beaten Connor to a pulp had Abby not stepped in.
"Becker wait, Connor was only trying to help." Abby explained.
"So how come Jess is in the Infirmary having taken Rohypnol?" He tightened his grip on Connor's throat causing him to choke. Abby became terrified. If Becker didn't let go soon Connor could die.
"Becker please, stop, we'll tell you everything." Abby whimpered, as she became terrified for her boyfriend's well being. Becker's anger began to subside. He let go of Connor and apologised.
Abby told him what she knew if Bertie's findings. The all elusive Unknown DNA! The fact that Bertie's forensic team had found a similar date rape drug in Lisa's hair follicles and system. They all knew that Becker was innocent and were trying their hardest to prove it!
He began to wonder why Bertie had not said anything.
"Because she can't." Abby comforted him. "She has to distance herself from you, She doesn't want to be seen collaborating with you!"
Once again Becker resigned himself to an uncertain future. . .
He picked up his phone. "McDonalds, if anyone needs me I'll be at 'The Swan'." McDonalds' gaped. The captain never went drinking. What was wrong with him?
McDonalds was worried about Captain Becker. After his session in the gym McDonalds had cleared up, ordered a new punch bag, and had generally looked out for the Captain, but this time he had gone too far! He went in search of Lester. Lester was the only person the Captain would listen to.
Lester found Becker propping up the bar at the local pub. He sauntered over. He was still on medication and Caroline had him under strict orders not to drink anything alcoholic.
He ordered lemonade with orange juice in a pint glass. Maybe he could fool people into thinking he was drinking after all.
"Something bothering you?" he enquired.
"Jess." Becker hissed. "Have you seen her recently?"
Lester nodded. "Yes, the Major has told me a lot regarding her investigation."
Becker cringed. This was the conversation where he said Bertie had told him that he was guilty! The conversation when Lester told him that he was no longer needed at the ARC. The conversation that could change his life! Suddenly he was glad he was perched on a bar stool. Had he been standing he most certainly would have fallen to the ground.
"Unfortunately I can't tell you much about it... Confidentiality! What I can tell you is that there will be a Court Martial at the end of it all."
Becker whimpered quietly.
"Yes... I'm looking forward to that one!" Becker smiled falsely, dripping with sarcasm. His smile dropped.
"Lester... I've got to ask you this...? Have I still got a Job? Will I still have one at the end of all of this?"
"I stand by what I say Captain... I wouldn't have re-opened to ARC without you, and I still stand by what I say. You're the best man for the job and you'll remain that way." Lester began to stare at the young man. "That is unless you're hiding something?"
"God No! I'm not hiding anything. I'm INNOCENT!" He shouted. Suddenly aware that everyone in close vicinity had stopped to stare, he gazed into his own drink. Lowering his voice he repeated quietly. "I. Am. Innocent. I swear on my life!"
"I believe you." Lester paused to sip at his drink. "You know when she wakes Jess will want to see you. Make sure you are sober and presentable!"
"Are you sure that's a good idea considering that she's got Rohypnol in her system?"
"If I didn't trust you I wouldn't be telling you." Lester looked at Becker took in his haunted state. "I'd trust you with my own life as well as my daughter's."
Becker paused. Had Lester just said what he thought he'd said? That he trusted him? That he trusted him with Jess? Did this mean he DID stand a chance with Jess? He gulped, and prepared to go and see Jess.
Lester finished his drink. "And by the way... If you so much as breathe a word of this conversation to anyone... You're fired!" Lester walked away nonchalantly.
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