We Fought The Law

Chapter 2

Mouse And Hendrickson

Kalika spent the next week getting everything in order. She gave her notice at work, told her landlord she would be leaving at the end of the week and to just keep the security deposit. Her next stop was Missouri. Her good friend, Mouse, was a computer genius and right now she needed a computer geek to help her. Granted it would have been a hell of a lot easier if Gab's bosses would just let her use her abilities but she could work around that.

She flipped her Razor phone open and punched in Mouse's number. She got a voice mail for an escort service, "That dork." She punched in 911-254525. He is always saying how much he loved a challenge, she thought as she snapped her phone shut and she leaned against the hood of her yellow bug. Given that she had just thought up this code it would be interesting to see how long…

Her phone was ringing and she smiled to herself, "Hello Mouse."

Mouse's real name was Ryan, but his voice was squeaky and it had been Kalika who started calling him her little mouse. "You really need to put more thought into your codes. I mean you might as well handed me your life story."

Kalika rolled her eyes, "You ever think I was just in a hurry to get in touch with you Little Mouse."

"Nope, Knowing you K, you were probable leaning against that little bug of yours thinking, I bet I got him now. Enough of the small talk, what you need?"

That was one reason Kalika liked Mouse so much. He never wasted time. "I need to meet you some where secure and talk. I'm not having this topic over the phone."

"K you are starting to sound as paranoid as me, but you know I never meet face to face unless it's worth it."

Her smiled widened, "I need you to create a new player for the Intimidators." There was silence on the other end and Kalika knew he was either cracking this new code or he knew if off the bat and was trying to get his head around it.

"Look to your left, you'll see a little café. I'll be there in five minutes."

He hung up and Kalika flipped the phone shut, looked to her left and low and behold there was a café. She made her way to it, thinking to herself that she would ask Mouse how he knew that later. She took a seat at a table on the patio and five minutes later a skinny kid with square frame spectacles and a black hoodie sat down across from her. She said nothing to him but waved for the waiter.

"I'll take a latté mocha, tall, two shots of hazelnut and cream," Kalika informed the stunned waiter.

"And for you sir?"

"Coffee, cream and four sugars."

The waiter took the menus and left. Still the kid said nothing, he looked to be no more the seventeen years old. "So you want more details on what I need or are you going to sit there gawking at me the rest of the afternoon."

He blinked, "Sorry K. It's just your not how I pictured you."

"What are you talking about I've text you pictures of myself."

"Well yea, but how was I to know that they were really of you. Most people send pictures of good-looking cousins and claim they are them. Sorry back to business." He leaned towards her, "You really want me to create a new agent for the FBI?"

Kalika smiled and nodded. Mouse looked stunned, "And I suppose you are going to be the Agent. K why the hell would you want to work for them? They are the enemy of the people, oh sure they say they are protecting us but I know differently.

"You know Mouse I don't have time for your rants about the evil of the government," she told him as the waiter brought them their drinks. "I am going to be working on a short time table as it is. Can you help or not, cause I am sure that Jessie would love to do this one."

That did it. "No way am I letting you hand this off to Jessie." He slammed his drink down and lost half of it down his hoodie. "When do you need this by?"

Kalika touched his hand, "Thank you Mouse. I need the badges, paperwork and background information in their computers by Monday."

Mouse finished wiping off his hoodie, "Not a problem, but having the foundation isn't going to be any good unless you have an inside connection. I take it you do."

Kalika stood up, paid for the drinks and handed Mouse a different cell phone. "I have my ways, Mouse. I'll call you when I need to pick up the badges. The cell has a shit load of pictures and information I want you to use for me. This way I don't have to memorize new information." She walked back to her bug, turned around and Mouse was already gone, "That's my Little Mouse."

Kalika tugged on the jacket she was wearing, and walked up to the FBI building in St. Louis. She had chosen this one cause this was the city were it had all started. Her slick black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She hated having to wear her hair up.

The guard at the station was absent-mindedly waving people through, until he caught sight of Kalika. He immediately sat up straight, "Can I help you ma'am?"

Kalika flashed the badge Mouse had gotten for her, "Yea I'm special agent Moore." She had chosen to use her real surname. "I've transferred here from Albany. Could you tell me where Special Agent in Charge Allen Johnson? I have a meeting with him."

The guard took her badge and looked at her skeptically. She was use to this; everyone always thought she was way younger then her twenty-seven years. It usually gave her the advantage, they would always under estimated her. She absently flicked a stray hair out of her eyes. "I'll phone him and see if he's in."

"Gee thanks." She drummed her nails on the counter.

"Yea that's the government for you," a voice behind her said. She turned around to see a tall African American standing there. His badge read Hendrickson. She stuck out her hand.

"I'm Special Agent Moore, and you are?"

He took it, "Special Agent Hendrickson." His grip was firm and for a second Kalika was tempted to squeeze his hand even harder. So you're the one giving my boys a hard time. She didn't let her smile reach her eyes and Hendrickson took notice of that.

"So you transferred here from Albany? Good place Albany."

Kalika smirked, "The place was a dump. At least St. Louis has better air quality. Although the company needs much to be desire." She looked pointedly at him.

He smiled back at her but she could tell he didn't like her, which was fine with her. "I can see you are going to be quiet the spit fire. I'm sure once you settle," he stepped up to her looking her right in the face, "you'll learn how we operate here."

The guard coughed to get her attention, "Agent Moore, Special Agent in Charge Johnson is waiting for you."

She didn't move but whispered to Hendrickson, "I don't intimidate so don't bother with a pissing contest. Cause I will win." She made it a point to flip her ponytail in his face, grabbed her badge back and followed the directions to SAG Johnson's office.

She took the elevator and punched the four, a little hard. The door's closed and Kalika let out a little growl, "I really don't like that guy."

Other then her run in with Agent Hendrickson, Kalika's first day was pretty uneventful, mostly paper work. Her contact from the Albany offices had been a huge help. He had been able to set it up so she would now be working the 'Winchester' case along with Hendrickson. Oh boy had he hit the roof on that.

"What the hell are you talking about? I have been working this case from the start and now you want me to partner with a little girl who doesn't even look as if she's old enough to drink!"

Kalika was standing at the front desk flirting with the clerk there while this was going on. She didn't have to listen hard; Hendrickson was making damn sure EVERY body could hear.

"Hendrickson, I know that you are taking a personal interest in this case, but these orders came from higher up and I don't care if she looks like a fifteen year old prostitute! You are taking her and I swear if I hear anything more about this, you will be off this case faster then you can blink. Do I make that clear?"

There was a slight pause and Kalika guess that Hendrickson had just nodded. She smiled to herself as she saw him leave Johnson's office. She gave him a sick sweet smile as he past her. He only glared at her.

So after a month working with Hendrickson, Kalika learned that Dean was in the worst of the trouble. While there was a body in regards of the killings here, it was his re-appearance in Boston that had sparked the FBI's interest. Victor Hendrickson was spear heading the campaign against them and so far his case wasn't half bad. Granted after just a month Kalika was able to poke holes in every single one of Hendrickson's accusations against Dean. In fact she had come up with a brilliant plan to get him off scott free. The only problem was she would need a contact higher then the one in Albany and so far she had nothing.