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When he knew it was safe, Mike emerged from his room. The living room was empty, and nothing appeared to be broken. There was no sign of either Briggs or Jenny. He hadn't heard much from their fight, mostly because he was afraid if he did, Jenny would kill him. But he could make out the intensity of their voices. Suddenly, Mike was worried for Jenny.
As he looked out the massive window facing the beach, Mike saw Jenny sitting down by the massive boulders on the shore. He also noticed that she was playing with the shaggy dog that he had met the first day he arrived.
Jenny giggled, rubbing her nose against the dog's wet nose. "You are a silly boy," She squealed, as he tried to chew on her flip flops.
"Careful," Mike said behind her, as she turned to face him. "If he gets a hold of your shoes, he will not give them back in one piece."
Jenny smiled, and threw a stick for the dog. He ran after it, his floppy brown ears hitting his face as he went. Mike sat down next to Jenny, and they were silent for a few minutes, watching the waves roll up on the shore, the water getting teasingly close to them.
"So, you doing alright?" Mike finally asked glancing over at her.
She didn't bring her eyes to his, afraid she would open up her soul to him. Instead, she fixated her eyes on the ocean in front of them. "Yeah," She sighed, her lips in a tight line.
Mike wished he was better at talking with people. He could talk his way out of being shot in the head, sure, but when there is something about talking to people after a big fight that made him feel utterly useless. "Listen," He started slowly. "I'm sorry... if I caused any..."
"Mike," She said, smiling weakly. "That had nothing to do with you, alright?"
"Well, I feel somewhat responsible."
"You did not cause anything." She insisted, glancing at him. "I mean it."
They fell silent again. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, tired of the silence.
Jenny took a deep breath in through her nose, and let it out through her mouth. She could tell him what happened, but that would just lead to tears and ugly things. "Not really." She answered, looking down at her feet.
Mike nodded, sort of glad that she didn't want to talk about it. Then, he placed his hands on his knees and stood up. "Well," He said, holding out his hand for her. "Let's say we get you that drink you wanted."
She glanced up at him. "Mike, I was going to buy you a drink, you know."
"But right now, you're the one that needs it the most." He insisted, wiggling his fingers, and flashing her a dashing smile. "Come on."
Jenny rolled her eyes. "Damn puppy eyes." She grunted, begrudgingly taking his hand.
Mike helped her to her feet and they wandered down to the Drop, trying to forget what had happened earlier.
Meanwhile, Johnny and Briggs sat in the living room, channel surfing when Charlie walked in.
"Ok, I need fresh eyes." She announced with a huff, dropping to the couch next to Johnny.
Briggs turned off the TV and waved at Charlie to continue.
"What's going on, girl?" Johnny asked, seeing the file in Charlie's hand.
"K, so I've been working with this guy, Harper, a stupid drunk-ass drug dealer..."
"Wait, he's got a drunk ass? How does that even work?" Johnny asked teasingly, earning a slap from both Charlie and Briggs.
"Anyway," Charlie continued. "I've drop the bust on him tonight, but this guy is smarter than what he looks."
"What do you mean?" Briggs asked, holding out his hand so that she could hand him the file.
She handed it over to him, and continued to explain. "See for yourself. He is never spotted alone. He's either got some big tough guy or a 'girlfriend' around him. If he sees or figures out that he's being hunted he uses the other person as a shield or bait. He's impossible to bust."
"Sounds like you need to become his other person." Briggs suggested.
"Yeah, but by tonight? It's going to take me a while to earn his trust enough to be alone with him." Charlie rubbed her forehead with her hand in frustration.
"But you said you were working with him." Johnny said. "Doesn't that mean that he sorta trusts you?"
"Yeah, but to be his plus one?"
"So, you're saying that he never expressed interest in... a relationship with you?" Briggs asked.
"Well, yeah, but he was just interested in a one night stand. Not a committed relationship."
"There's your answer." Briggs shrugged, and placed the file on the coffee table. "Offer him a one nigh package deal. Except, instead of ending it with orgasms, end it with handcuffs."
"Kinky." Johnny commented almost to himself.
"But he'll make me take off any jewelry right from the start of the night. So a necklace mic, or a watch transmitter will be useless."
Briggs considered this. "Sounds like we need to go old fashioned. We go by visuals." He got his phone out of his pocket, and texted Mike. Come back to the house in twenty minutes. Important.
He had a plan. Little did he know that Mike was with Jenny, and that Jenny would be an important part of that night's bust.
Foreshadowww!
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