Time to wrap this case up and move on to a different angle! I hope you all are enjoying reading this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it! Thanks again to all who have reviewed my story! Now I give you all cookies *hands out cookies*
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Ch. 6 – Red-Headed Models
"I really don't like this plan." Van Pelt muttered to herself as she strolled into the building, her heels clicking with each step she took.
"Suck it up, Grace! We needed a tall, beautiful red head to pose for us. You fit that description perfectly." Jane said unassuredly into the microphone.
"What if he doesn't bite the bait?"
"This is no time to be modest. He'll definitely bite."
Grace walked into Boris's photo shoot gallery. The side of his nose had a purple tint to it, but it looked like he tried to cover that with some makeup. He was probably trying to look as decent as possible so he could still hit up some of the models, Van Pelt thought.
He was just finishing Carolyn's shoot, but as soon as he saw Van Pelt, he focused all his attention onto her. He whistled.
"I'm so sorry! I'm new here and still trying to find my way around."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart. Tell you what, let me just finish up here and, uh, I'll help you find where you need to go."
"Oh, well there's no rush. I just thought I'd be early, to make a good impression."
"Fantastic idea."
Carolyn was absolutely fuming. Without a single word, she picked up her bag and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Eh, don't worry about her. Hey, would you help me get this stuff into my office back there?"
"Sure."
Boris followed Van Pelt into his office, unable to remove his eyes from her behind. Just as she put his equipment down, he closed his office door.
"You know, you're a very beautiful woman."
"Thank you. You know, you're not too bad looking yourself." Grace felt like she was going to vomit. She was really hoping this plan would work. She just wanted-- no, needed to get out of there ASAP so she could take a hot shower.
"How much time did you say you have?"
"Oh, plenty."
"Good."
Practically flying over to Grace, he wrapped his fingers around her bottom and locked her into a kiss.
"Are you in place, Cho?" Lisbon asked over the radio.
"Roger that."
Rigsby gritted his teeth, watching the camera that was placed in a small flower attached to Van Pelt's shirt. He couldn't actually see what was going on, but he could tell. He stayed back because he knew that he would bust open that door and shoot Boris before anything else could happen. But oh how he wished he could do just that.
Just then, the office door flew open, and there stood Carolyn with a gun drawn.
"Woah, hey, take it easy there Carolyn--" Boris begged, putting his hands up.
"Shut up!"
"What's this about Car?"
"Oh like you don't know you smug bastard! I loved you! But I was just never pretty enough, not like Joyce. I lost the weight, and I was pretty enough to become a model after that! But that just wasn't enough for you, was it?"
"Car, look, I just--"
"I'll always just be that chubby girl in high school to you, wont I?!"
The safety in the gun clicked.
"Go now, Cho!"
"Drop your weapon, Carolyn!" Cho ordered.
Carolyn turned her head to look at the stern agent. Van Pelt used this opportunity and drew her concealed weapon.
"Do as he says, Carolyn."
Carolyn broke into tears, but reluctantly put her gun down and Cho took her into custody.
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That night, Rigsby held Van Pelt tightly, refusing to let go. He hated that she had been put in that position, with that man. No, that pig.
Van Pelt stirred in her sleep, causing her to wake herself up. She looked up at Rigsby with a worried look on her face.
"You should get some sleep."
"Not tired."
"You sure? You look tired."
Rigsby chuckled a little, and looked deeply into her sleepy eyes. He really was tired, and he knew that Van Pelt was safe and secure now. But this case brought a sick feeling to his stomach to add too a bad feeling he'd been suppressing all day. He didn't like talking about it, but his bad feelings usually proved to be right. And he felt he needed to keep Van Pelt safe.
"I'm fine. I just enjoy watching you sleep too much." He smiled and gave her a sweet kiss.
Satisfied with his answer, Van Pelt drifted back into sleep. Rigsby watched as a single drop of condensation from the window slid down, leaving a trail in it's path. And as soon as the droplet hit the bottom, the ominous feeling hit Rigsby even harder nearly causing him to shiver. He really hoped his gut was wrong this time.