Cujo III - Reloaded – This time It's Personal
Chapter 36
Hello again. Here's an extra-long chapter because I couldn't stop myself from tapping away into the night. Please review if you're up to it.
Thank you for your comments and encouragement on the last chapter. Haven't had time to respond yet but will be doing so shortly.
Disclaimer: The imaginary dinero made from this writing will go toward the imaginary mouse ranch established for pathetically deprived ninja cats. At least that's what they tell me they are.
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Unleashed
The two strode quickly in through the front door, (that is one of them strode quickly, the other sort of hobbled along behind).
"So, the doc turned you loose huh?" greeted Danny to his limping partner as Steve and Chin came to stand next to him by the smart table.
"Yeah, all better." was Steve's sarcastic reply.
Noting the response was somewhat lacking in enthusiasm considering Steve was apparently on his way to recovery, Danny asked, "Someone pee in your Cheerios Rambo?"
"That's disgusting and it's not even original. You need to work a little on your umm . . . sayings; or whatever it is you call your pearls of wisdom." was the annoyed comeback
"Sorry to disturb your delicate sensibilities Aunt Martha. Guess you're still on your campaign to clean up your vocabulary huh? Pardon me all to hell."
Steve only rolled his eyes and stepped around Danny to limp his way toward his office. Cocking an eyebrow, the blonde looked questioningly at Chin who only smiled back at him in his annoyingly serene way.
"What's with SuperSEAL?" he asked gesturing toward Steve's disappearing form.
"For one thing the removal of stitches came with a very stern lecture to behave himself." supplied Chin, "Sorta put him in a mood but I think he may already have been in one when I picked him up this morning. He was even quieter than he is usually."
"A mood? That's an understatement." said Kono as she walked up to stand beside her cousin. Having seen their entrance she'd come out of her office to greet them and had witnessed her boss's cranky response to the innocent question. She frowned at Steve's retreating form as he disappeared down the hallway.
"Well, we know the mood won't last very long." smirked Danny as he shook his head, "Cath's back in town."
They were all aware of Steve's transformation when his beautiful Lieutenant was around; how much more relaxed and cheerful, but only Danny had the chutzpah to mention it.
"I thought she left only a few days ago?" said Chin in surprise.
"Yeah but apparently her ship had to put back into Pearl. Something about a mechanical issue with the umm drinking water supply pumps or some such that couldn't be repaired while they were out to sea. Had to abort maneuvers or whatever the army calls it."
"Navy." automatically corrected both Kono and Chin at the same time. Danny went on as though he hadn't even heard it . . . which he probably hadn't.
"She got back yesterday. I'm surprised Steve didn't mention it to you guys. Cath's on base right now getting some things taken care of for her C.O. and then she's gonna stop by here on the way back to Steve's place. If we're lucky maybe she can haul his cranky ass home and make him uhh . . . happier." smiled Danny
"Jeeze I hope so." supplied the willowy Hawaiian woman, sly smile of her own decorating her young face
With an amused chuckle Chin immediately went to work as his fingers tapped lightly on the surface of the table to call up a series of files and images pertaining to the case. On the way back to H.Q. he and Steve had talked of a more thorough search for the woman who'd befriended Andrew Timmons in the anger management class. She seemed to have not even existed before her arrest and after she'd concluded her participation in the class dropped off the face of the earth. They couldn't even find her booking photo or fingerprint card neither digital nor hard copy. Those records had strangely been expunged.
Said Danny as he looked on while Chin maneuvered his way through the system, "I guess we should be glad the trip to look after Rambo's owies took as long as it did. You guys just missed our favorite overly-groomed T.V. reporter."
"That Kenworthy woman? What was she doing here?" asked the Hawaiian as his fingers continued to dance over the glass surface of the table.
"Apparently, our friends in blue don't want to play anymore and it's pissing her off." said Danny looking entirely pleased at Kiki's issues with the local gendarmes. "First, she came in all hot and bothered to accuse Steve of having the department shut her out."
"Then?" asked Chin pausing in what he was doing to look at Danny
"Then I explained to her that Five-0 has no say in that sort of thing and that Steve had nothing to do with it."
"He didn't did he?" frowned Kono, "I mean, he was really pissed that she got in the way and then copped an attitude. He doesn't have any patience for that sort of thing."
"No, I don't think SuperSEAL had anything to do with it but I agree completely. Our hyper talented – you can even leave off the word 'talented' if you like - leader has many untold virtues but patience with the wayward and annoying is most definitely not in the mix."
"Yeah, I bet that coffee shop where we went undercover is still trying to regain its customer base after Steve's barista gig." said Chin, a grin splitting his smooth face as he laughed aloud, right before the almost cartoon-like gulp when he spotted the man himself approaching.
Unnoticed, Steve had silently walked up behind them. He was holding a cup of coffee and a file folder; his brow furrowed in puzzlement, "What's so funny?" he demanded
"Nothing." replied all three detectives simultaneously as they turned to face their scowling leader. Knowing they'd been busted by neglecting to acknowledge that 'ninja-like' was included in the mix that excluded 'patience', they tried to look innocent – or at least as though they'd not been caught with a hand in the cookie jar.
"Uh huh." said Steve disbelievingly and thinking not for the first time, What is it about me they find so damned amusing? I just don't get it.
"Oh yeah" said Danny trying for save-by-distraction, "that reporter from KAEO came by for a visit."
"What did she want?" growled Steve before he took a sip of his sludgy coffee then glared at the cup as though it had something to do with its foul taste. His thigh was beginning to throb again, the drugs were wearing off and he hadn't brought any with him. The last thing he wanted to hear was news that crazy woman was lurking around Five-0's offices.
"She thought we . . . no, make that you, had something to do with HPD shutting her out and refusing to cooperate with 'the press'." supplied his 2IC
"I would have had her shipped to Gitmo if I could but, no, I didn't have anything to do with that."
"Yeah, I explained that to her . . . leaving out the Gitmo reference of course."
"What did you do to make her go away?" asked Steve as he hazarded another sip of his coffee hoping somehow it wouldn't be as bad as the last.
"Gave her Duke's card." grinned Danny
"That'll certainly endear you to Lukela".
"It was him or me babe. Anyway, didn't think you wanted to find her here when you returned from getting your owie looked after. How did that go by-the-way? Details?"
"Aside from hypothermia and an annoying lecture, okay. The stitches are out. Should be starting PT in another few days." was the still unenthusiastic sounding report
"Doc Trilling say anything about returning to work? I mean, you know, officially?" asked Danny wondering what lame answer Steve may come up with.
"Uhh . . . no but she didn't say I couldn't be here. Just to take it easy."
"Uh huh" skeptically replied Danny, glancing at Chin to see if the Hawaiian had any contradicting take on it.
"Hey, where's Cujo?" asked Steve trying to change the subject before Danny could delve too deeply into why he was here instead of recuperating at home. He'd heard enough lectures for the time being.
"Boss, you missed it. It was actually hilarious." supplied Kono with what could be interpreted as an evil grin.
"What happened? Did Cujo do something to that . . . umm woman?" asked Steve as he turned toward the rookie, almost hoping to hear it was so.
"Unfortunately, not directly but he'd jumped onto the smart table right under her nose. It scared the crap out of her." Kono actually giggled
Turning to Danny now, Steve asked, "He scared her? And here I thought nothing frightened her. After all, she was hot after your ass for a while wasn't she? Couldn't be afraid of much if you were her goal."
Danny smirked in reply, "As I've previously mentioned, there are several of the fairer sex who, as you so delicately put it, 'are hot after my ass'. My posterior being, of course, only one of my many desirable features."
Kono rolled her eyes as Danny went on, "Hey, I'm not just a pretty face and an amazing tush. This bundle of male magnetism is replete with many fabulous features." said Danny; one eyebrow raised suggestively as he gestured toward himself
"Such as?" asked Kono playing along
"My astounding command of the English language for example - among other things of course." replied Danny with a flip of his hand
Kono muttered, "Oh, brother." as Chin smothered a laugh
"The only astounding part is that your command of the language hasn't yet gotten you shot." snorted Steve actually feeling his mood lighten at Danny's mock description of his own charms.
"No, that's usually your job Rambo." Danny came back at him
Steve finally cracked a lopsided smile. He knew what Danny was up to.
He supposed he should be grateful his partner cared enough to attempt to get him out of his funk; though he realized it may only be in the interest of self-preservation. His bad humor had come on after his 'discussion' with Cath last night about getting back at Angie. He was offended, (and maybe a little hurt), when she hinted he may not have the skills to go up against her even with Danny's help – reluctant though it may be.
Doctor Trilling's lecture this morning had only reinforced his current negativity. He was used to being mobile in the all-embracing use of the word. Right now he couldn't even drive himself around let alone engage in his usual physical conditioning routines
His current limitations were seriously wearing on him and it will probably be several more days before he could ditch the meds whose side-effects only exacerbated his ill-temper. Oh well, if he apologized to Cath maybe she would give him a massage tonight.
"So, you didn't finish the story about Cujo and Ms. Kenworthy." prompted Chin to Danny now that they'd finally gotten Steve to lighten up a little.
"Yeah, it was quite the scene. She'd set her purse on the smart table . . . sorry Chin . . . and had been digging around in it for God only knows what when our wolverine leapt up to investigate."
"Yeah," said Kono, eagerly picking up the narrative, "She let out a screech that would wake the dead, let go of the bag and when it hit the floor, stuff went everywhere! Brah, it was like an explosion at an Avon factory!"
"Cujo scared her that badly?" asked Steve now beginning to chuckle himself
"Apparently his reputation precedes him." laughed Chin
"Though this a disgusting and disturbing thought," frowned the Jersey detective, as he paused to shudder and then shake his head as if trying to rid himself of the image, "if she's knocking boots with Kilkenny, I'm sure she's seen the results of what our fanged fence rabbit is capable of."
The Five-0's grinned as one.
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The citizens of Honolulu were starting to breathe again. There'd been no further murders at coffee shops for the past couple weeks.
It gave credence to the theory that Andrew Timmons was indeed the Macchiato Murderer. Both agencies had gone over the report of a blue Prius having been present prior to the murders at the business park to see if it was connected in some way.
After tracking down every blue Toyota Prius on the island and questioning their drivers; it was pretty much confirmed that Timmons was the prime suspect. Too bad they couldn't question him - the guy being dead and all.
Phil Brotman was a sharp, if not particularly flashy, investigator. Dogged and diligent, he got the job done without any unnecessary drama. It was just his misfortune he'd been paired with someone who practically lived for the unnecessary. The air in McGarrett's office was charged with it.
The team, plus Phil and Mickey, were scattered on various pieces of furniture as the late afternoon sun slanted in through the blinds. The two HPD detectives sat next to each other on the leather sofa while Chin and Danny each took a chair. Kono had gracefully perched herself atop the credenza. For the moment they were still observing the fragile truce brokered by Chin Ho Kelly and Duke Lukela but Kilkenny and Williams stared frostily at each other in the glass-walled enclosure. Except for possibly requiring a machete to hack through the tense atmosphere, it was quite cozy.
Too late, one of HPD's supposed finest had realized he'd made a serious error in judgment by trying to take on McGarrett's 2IC. Williams is a tough little bastard! Not gonna make that mistake again!
And as for that thing they have the balls to call a cat . . . Mickey shifted uncomfortably on the sofa for what seemed the hundredth time. The damage that rabid little badger had done to those parts of him covered by his briefs had been incredibly painful and now that the assorted gouges were healing – incredibly itchy.
He consoled himself by thinking, Well, at least that little cobra wasn't included in the meeting!
At this point, Mickey had no intention of starting anything with Williams or Five-0's leader whether the guy was banged-up or not. For now, Five-0 was safe from the likes of Detective Michael A. Kilkenny who sat restlessly drumming his fingers on the arm of the sofa . . . and trying not to scratch.
Knowing it was best to keep Five-0's rodent control officer away from Mickey, (the fierce feline could hold a grudge forever; Steve, Danny and Chin all bore scars as proof), currently, the furry piranha was ensconced in the storeroom with water, a litter-box and an extra-large helping of Meowie Wowie. The chaotic mess of their office supplies hadn't yet been sorted so Kono was okay with it if Cujo found new 'toys' with which to amuse himself. Anyway, he couldn't make it look any worse than he had already.
"Look, even though the murders have stopped, I still don't think Timmons acted alone." stated McGarrett to the group and most specifically a visibly doubtful Kilkenny. Five-0's leader still wasn't satisfied with the pending conclusion of the Macchiato Murder case. Something still wasn't ringing true. There had to be someone else involved.
"Is this based on actual evidence or just some sort of 'feeling'?" smirked Mickey
Even before Steve could reply, both Williams and Brotman voiced their support of Steve's theory that there was a hidden accomplice somewhere:
"Yeah, something is still off about this. The ends just don't tie-up neatly enough." stated Williams.
"It doesn't work for me Mickey. Too many unexplained questions to declare it a done deal." agreed Brotman
Kilkenny cut his partner a look that was met with a stony expression. The two had already gotten into it this morning over Mickey's continued 'meetings' with Kiki Kenworthy. Phil had finally decided to say something about it. It was bad for the department, the investigation, and Mrs. Kilkenny whom he genuinely liked but had always wondered what the hell the woman was thinking when she married Mickey.
"Look" said Mickey, "The little asshole got himself flattened on what, April twelfth? There haven't been any additional murders since. What makes you guys think he wasn't the only one?"
"Well, for starters, Timmons wasn't in any way, shape or form a guy who was familiar with electronics. Not even the basic stuff." replied Steve from behind his desk, trying not to wince when he straightened out his aching leg beneath it.
"Yeah," offered Danny, "How could Timmons have the skills to inactivate the alarm systems and surveillance cameras at every location? Not to mention the system at Steve's house."
"Ever hear of the internet?" sneered Kilkenny
"Mickey, the guy didn't even have a microwave oven at his house when we searched it let alone a computer." said Brotman in an irritated tone, "And out of the zillion books he had on the shelves at his house, not a one of them was about anything that was invented since man figured out the earth wasn't flat. I think we still have to pursue anything we can to find out if he was possibly collaborating with anyone. We still don't know for sure what his motive was for the killings either."
"The guy was a head case!" snorted Mickey, "Since when do crazy people need motives?"
"Normally, I might even agree with you – odd as it may sound." stated McGarrett, "But I think we need to delve a little deeper into his background. We're still trying to locate the woman who befriended him in the anger management class."
"Yeah" said Chin, "It's like she appeared just for the purpose of attending the class then vanished right afterward. We haven't been able to locate her. It's like she never existed before or since."
"The only official evidence of her existence was in the records at the anger management class." added Kono
"So now, we're going to hold up closure of the case because we can't find some mysterious woman who attended a court-ordered class with the little squirrel?" snorted Mickey, "I'm sure Governor Denning is going to be really happy when he hears that."
McGarrett, having had enough of Kilkenny for the time being declared, "Okay, we're not getting anywhere sitting around. Danny and I are going to look into the coffee chain's security systems and who might have supplied Timmons with information on how to disarm them. Detectives Kelly and Kalakaua are going to keep searching for the Rucker woman since there may or may not be some sort of connection there. I'm assuming you guys at HPD are going to be conducting your own independent investigation and we'll get together to compare notes?"
Mickey only snorted derisively as Danny silently ground his teeth.
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Doris McGarrett used her key to unlock the door. Hoping that evil tempered animal wasn't around she cautiously let herself in.
She'd been off the grid for the last two weeks and hadn't had any contact with anyone on Oahu including her son. Maybe she'd make dinner tonight. Steve probably hadn't had her spaghetti casserole for ages. She was sure he'd missed it and would be happy to come home to a heavenly smelling kitchen. She carried in the heavy sack containing canned spaghetti sauce, extra-large bottle of ketchup, big block of Velveeta cheese and the plastic jar of grated parmesan. It was going to be positively yummy.
Intending to make her way to the kitchen through the dining room, she stopped abruptly at the archway.
What the hell?
Floor and walls were bare, the china cabinet empty and all of its glass broken out and only the table and two of its six chairs remained. Advancing slowly into the room, she noted the wooden floor still held a large stain even though it looked as though it had been recently scrubbed. The scene looked ominous to say the least. She took out her cell and switched it on. She'd have to give Stevie a call.
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Lieutenant Catherine Rollins blew out a tired breath and exited the building to go toward her Corvette. She'd taken care of her C.O.'s assignment and he'd agreed to let her take some leave until the ship was ready to get underway. At least she'd get to spend a few days with Steve while the pumps are being repaired. It would be at least a couple more before they set sail from Pearl again.
Every minute was precious during their too infrequent rendezvous. There'd only been a couple of hours to spend with her not-my-boyfriend the night before but they'd made them count. Tonight, she was looking forward to taking up where they'd left off.
For now, at least only one of them was still wandering the world and the logistics of meeting up weren't quite as complicated as they'd been in the past. Though she knew Steve missed it, he seemed fulfilled to be staying in place for the moment and keeping Hawaii safe from the bad guys . . . and he was as damned good at it as he was at almost everything but, right now, the operative word was 'almost'.
After so thoroughly enjoying each other's company last night she just wished things had ended a bit more positively. They'd gotten into a stupid argument over whether Steve and Danny should even entertain the thought of getting back at Angela. Danny certainly should know better and she thinks he does but Steve can be persuasive when he wants to be. Bottom line is she told her not-my-boyfriend that to even entertain the thought of trying to put one over on Angie Williams he'd have to be completely insane.
She'd actually tried to say it nicely but how does one tell a guy who's so used to doing everything perfectly that he hasn't the skills to spar with such an accomplished strategist in the art of duplicity? The woman is gonna grind him into dust!
Though no one had ever accused Steve of being overly sensitive, she thinks maybe she hurt his feelings. This morning he'd only kissed her perfunctorily rather than in his usual soul-searing way before going out the door to get his ride from Chin. She hoped maybe tonight she could make it up to him. Bad leg or not, last night they'd managed to work around it – quite successfully.
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The meeting over; everyone got back to work. Danny had noticed his partner's features becoming more pinched and his limp becoming more pronounced as the hours wore on. Picking up his coffee mug he went to lean against the doorway of Steve's office.
"You need something Danny?" snapped the tall man, his mood having deteriorated once again. He was exhausted even though it wasn't time to go home yet.
"Yeah, actually, I need a partner who has enough sense to know when it's time to call it a day."
Leaning back in his chair to scowl at the blonde detective, after a long moment, Steve seemed to deflate before him. "You know what? I'm not even going to fight you on this one. You're right. It's time for me to go home."
Surprised at how quickly Steve had capitulated, Danny hovered uncertainly. "You feeling that much worse?" asked the blonde
"Daniel, my leg hurts like a bitch, I was distracted this morning and didn't pick up my meds before leaving the house, we had to sit through a meeting with that asshole Kilkenny and this case is driving me nuts."
"So I guess that's a yes?"
"Time to pack it up. Can you give me a ride?" asked Steve as he tiredly rubbed his hands across his face and through his hair.
"I'll get Cujo for you and tell the wonder twins you're leaving for the day." volunteered Williams
"You are going to pick-up Cujo?" asked Steve, astonished at his partner's statement of intent.
"Well, yeah. The wolverine and I have lately come to an understanding."
"Is this 'understanding' one that means you are no longer our rodent control officer's personal chew toy?"
Danny smiled, "Cujo and I are now allies against hostile forces."
"Well, I guess now I can cancel that requisition for a crate of Band-Aids. Congratulations." smiled Steve
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As the sleek car pulled out of the palace's parking lot carrying its three passengers; one of them clinging to the dash, Steve gave the driver a last minute bit of news.
"Oh yeah, my mom called earlier . . . " began Steve
"About time."
Ignoring Danny's comment, the tall man continued, "She wanted you guys to come over tonight for spaghetti casserole but . . . "
"Is this one of your favorites from your childhood?" interrupted Danny
"No. It's disgusting." answered Steve, his face scrunching in distaste at his childhood remembrance of the dish.
"Well then." smiled his partner, "Count me in. Let me call Chin and Kono to see if they're up for it."
"No! Wait!" squawked Steve too late as Danny had already hit speed dial and Chin had picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Danny. What's up?" he heard over the speaker
"Hey Chin, we're invited over to Steve's tonight for spaghetti casserole."
"Shit" muttered Steve as he slumped back into the seat. This day couldn't possibly get worse.
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Steve looked about to explode. Doris, after serving them something he thought was pretty much inedible, though everyone managed to choke it down, was holding court.
To keep from reaching across the table to strangle the woman, he pushed up from one of the two surviving dining room chairs to begin clearing the dinner dishes. His team was seated on chairs pulled into service from the kitchen along with the rolling chair from the study. It was once again pouring buckets outside hence the use of the nearly bare dining room rather than the picnic table on the lanai.
"Stevie, honey, you don't have to do that. I know you're still not feeling well." Doris cooed to her son
"No, Mom, it's fine. Just took another pain pill so I'm good." he smiled tightly. Actually, maybe if he took a few more of them he could make this all go away like a bad dream.
Everyone seemed to hang on her every word. He was now officially screwed and he knew it. Doris was now telling stories of his childhood
Maybe I could fake passing out or something to distract them? or as he was hoping at this very moment, Maybe the earth will open up and just fucking swallow me.
"Well, Stevie was always a handful and he was always running off somewhere. Not bratty, not mean-spirited; just sort of . . . ," Doris searched for the right word
"Hyperactive?" supplied Danny
She smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's the word I needed. After that last time he'd run out into the street and almost been flattened by a passing car, we decided the only thing we could do to keep him safe was to put one of those kiddie harnesses on him."
"You didn't!" gasped Catherine glancing in sympathy at her glowering Not-My-Boyfriend who was industriously and noisily stacking plates and utensils to carry them into the kitchen.
"We had to. It was either that or risk the possibility of even more trips to the E.R."
This is just too, too, good! thought Danny leaning forward in spite of his reservations about Doris.
"So, as now, he was a regular at the emergency room?" asked Chin, face crinkling in anticipation
"He'd been there so many times the doctor told us he was going to start charging by the mile for tape and gauze. The last time we were there, someone who wasn't familiar with Stevie's history actually reported us to child protective services because she suspected we were beating him! I've never been so embarrassed! We had to do something."
Steve fumed on as everyone sneaked surreptitious glances at the tall man whose face was now a dusky red.
"Some things never change I guess." observed Danny as Steve pinned him with a look that should have the blonde bursting into flames any second now.
"Anyway, one day the four of us went to the zoo. I'd just started to hand the leash over to John because Mary was fussing again and I had to check to see if she needed a diaper change. At the same time Stevie saw something in the distance that piqued his curiosity and he just had to investigate. Before we knew it, he'd pulled the leash right out of our hands and taken off like a shot."
"Sort of like he does when there's paperwork to do." said Kono sotto voce to her cousin beside her.
Steve now directed his wordless glare at the two cousins. The man has ears like a friggin' German shepherd! thought Kono as she smiled back uneasily.
"Both John and I chased him but that kid was fast!" then she added as an aside, "I think it wasn't too long after that we enrolled him in a junior track and field club and Pop Warner football. Had to burn it off somehow to keep him out of trouble."
"Wow, some things never do change." said Danny more to himself than the rest of the group. So Steve's daily runs have been part of his routine since childhood?
"So there we were, Stevie leading us on a merry chase through the zoo. We lost him near the monkey exhibit and when we finally found him again, he was surrounded by a group of older kids who, for some reason, thought it was hilarious there was this five-year-old wearing a harness and leash."
Yeah, go figure, thought Danny
"They were taunting him and laughing and, boy was he pissed. His little face was bright red and, if looks could kill, those brats would have been gonners for sure."
"So he started practicing that death glare at five huh?" smiled Chin. "No wonder he's so good at it."
'The glare' was now directed at the Hawaiian detective and Chin could almost feel the fabric of his shirt begin to smoke.
Not stopping her narrative, Doris went on: "Without Stevie being aware of it, the other end of the leash had caught on a low-hanging branch beside the walkway and he only had a few feet of slack in it. Those little bastards teasing him were aware though because they stood right outside his reach and taunted him until he was so furious he ran at them."
The three teammates already knew where this was heading and Danny carefully put down the glass of beer he was about to sip from.
"Stevie charged full tilt. Of course, he ran out of rope, literally, and when he hit the end of it, it jerked him back like a bungee cord."
As Catherine gasped, Kono clapped her hands over her mouth and Chin smiled in his feline way; Danny tried valiantly to hold it together.
Doris seemed oblivious to their reactions; "They just kept at it and Stevie just got madder and madder and redder and redder and, well, he must have run at them three or four times. He would hit the end of that leash and rebound like an angry little yoyo each and every one of them."
Danny and Kono couldn't contain it any longer and began to howl. The two were gasping and hanging onto each other to keep from either falling off of or rolling away in their chairs. Convulsed in laughter in the too easily mobile office chair, Danny held tightly onto his hysterical teammate so as not to wind up in the next room.
With his arms full of dishes, Steve stood looking at them all stonily from the archway with only one thought in his head, I wonder how many years I'd get for matricide?
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I hope you liked the leash story. This actually happened to someone I know but the guy isn't anywhere near as cute as our hero.
Hope to update within a week. The jig may be up for a certain female newsperson. Reviews are like being dipped in a warm vat of chocolate.