Friday Morning
Alex slept more the night before than she had all week. She stuffed her face with Chinese food and took a much-needed bubble bath before bed.
When she woke up, she had Olivia on one side and Casey on the other.
She looked at the clock, 6:25AM. "I wish we could stay like this all day." Alex only had five minutes before her alarm went off.
When 6:30AM came, the alarm went off as expected. Alex slapped it off and started to move out of bed. Suddenly, a pair of slender arms held her in place.
"I have to go Casey," Alex tried to reason with her.
The redhead only smiled before she kissed the nape of the blonde's neck. "Five more minutes."
Before Alex could say she did not have five minutes to spare, soft hands landed on her hips and Casey kissed her again, this time on the hollow of her throat.
Alex gasped. It was her weak spot and Casey knew it all too well. She grinned before sucking a soft breast in her mouth.
The blonde arched her back, offering Casey more access to her supple skin.
The redhead took every square inch she could get, cupping the other breast with her hand and squeezing it firmly. Casey's free hand made it between Alex's open legs. She slid two fingers inside, pumping in and out while Alex's clutched the sheets and whimpered for more.
Olivia started to wake up. She lazily opened one eye and saw Alex and Casey having a good morning romp. She slithered over to the other side of the bed and started licking the blonde, tracing circles around the Bureau Chief's throbbing clitoris.
It didn't take long for Alex to reach her climax. She shrilled loudly as she thrashed on the bed.
She looked at the clock, 6:47. "That was no five minutes."
Casey chuckled. Alex was late. "It's a good thing I took the morning off, eh."
"Jerk," Alex teased. She had to get a move on.
Tim and Sarah had come to find the island life very enjoyable. They had all day for swimming, snorkeling, or bike riding and when they were tired, they could just lounge around in the house, on the beach, or in a nearby park.
Time was flying so quickly, Sarah could hardly believe that it had almost been a whole week.
"It feels like we just got here yesterday," she told him over breakfast.
He laughed. "I know it's been longer than that because I'm so sunburnt." He put on sunscreen every day, but his pale, Irish skin was built to burn.
Sarah was faring better than he was. She had only gotten burned on Tuesday. "With your hair and your skin, you look like a lobster."
Tim made a face. He did have bright red hair and bright red skin, but really a lobster?
"You're cute when you pout."
"I do not pout."
Elliot was in a great mood when he got to work. At their counseling session the day before, Kathy agreed that it was time for Elliot to come home for good. They still had a lot of work ahead of them, but they had been separated for long enough. Elliot planned on getting his stuff from Casey's apartment after work and then giving back the key.
He couldn't wait to tell Liv the news. Of course, she was 20 minutes late to work.
"Where have you been?"
"I overslept," she told him simply. Well she hadn't been asleep, but she and Casey spent some more time together in bed after Alex got up for work.
Elliot rolled his eyes. "Guess who's moving back home this weekend."
"Dennis Rodman," she deadpanned.
Elliot raised an eyebrow.
"Congrats." Maybe now, he'll stop telling me about his marriage counseling.
"We have two more months of marriage counseling sessions, but I think we're in a good place right now."
He proceeded to tell her all about the meeting the night before. The counselor suggested they spend more time together as a couple. They planned on taking off for a weekend alone in a couple of weeks.
"I think we're going to head somewhere warmer like Florida, but maybe it would be better to stay up north. We could build a fire in the fire place and …"
Counseling has made Elliot so girly. This may make for a good husband but for a good bff it did not.
Olivia couldn't wait until Elliot was done with his counseling. I'm beginning to think I need counseling just to listen to this.
Jamie was not a very patient man. It had been almost a week and he had yet to get a location from Sticky.
How hard is it to find a couple that works and lives in New York.
He called the man for the umpteenth time. "Why haven't you found them yet?" he snapped.
Hello to you too, Jamie! "I found their apartment building, but I need to figure out which apartment they live in, unless you plan on knocking door to door."
Jamie rolled his eyes. "When are you going to have it?"
"Soon. I sent them a package with a tracker. I just need them to pick it up, so I can figure out which apartment is theirs." The package was still at the concierge desk.
"I want an address by tomorrow."
"Or else what?" I'm doing the best I can you shithead.
"Don't fuck with me Sticky." Jamie hung up the phone. His father had already called him three times this week. Each time he said "I'll find them soon." James Sr. was growing increasingly anxious. Sarah would be turning twenty-five this July. They were running out of time.
When Olivia came home from work on Friday, the concierge told her, "You have a package that arrived the other day."
"I do?"
She was surprised to see a fruit basket. "Who could have sent me this?" In Olivia's line of work, she had to be ready for it to be from a pervert or something, especially since it wasn't Olivia's birthday and she couldn't think of any special occasion. The brunette took out her gloves and put them on before opening the basket in the lounge.
The detective found pears, apples, kiwi, and bananas, among other fruits. All normal for a gift basket, but there wasn't a note.
She took out each piece of fruit, and on the bottom of the basket, she saw part of a wire.
"What the hell?"
She didn't think the basket could be a bomb but the wire was there for a reason; Olivia suspected a bad reason.
She got a box cutter from the concierge and sliced into the basket.
"Why would someone put a transmitter in here?" It made little sense to Olivia. It's not like she would carry the basket around with her everywhere."
Olivia went back to the precinct. She wanted to see what TARU could get for her.
Thirty minutes later, a techie told her, "this is generic transmitter," probably cost $50 at a surveillance store.
"What's its range?"
He looked at his data sheet. "It says this one will send a signal across any publicly available Wi-Fi network. In theory, the range is infinite as long as there's Wi-Fi."
"Who would attach a transmitter to a fruit basket?" Once she put it in her apartment, it wouldn't go anywhere else until she threw it away.
"Someone who didn't know where you lived?"
That's it. Someone who knew what building I was in but he didn't know which apartment was mine.
Instead of throwing away the transmitter, Olivia decided to send whoever planted it on a goose chase. She attached it to the mop bucket of the custodian in the apartment building.
"Good luck finding my apartment," she laughed.
By the time she got to her apartment for good, Casey and Alex were already home.
"You didn't hole yourself away in the office," Olivia commented as she gave Alex a kiss.
"Someone reminded me that we still had two days of the bet. Get naked."
Now that was an order Olivia didn't mind following. She slowly stripped her clothes as Casey went to peek at what was in the pot. "This smells delicious whatever it is."
"It's going to be Boeuf Bourguignon." Alex turned to see Olivia wearing nothing but her lacy bra and boy shorts. "How did we get to be so lucky?" Olivia was absolutely ravishing and she was all theirs.
"I ask myself that every day."
When Elliot came home, his son wanted to talk to him.
"What's going on Dickie?"
Richard hated being called Dickie, but his father was not one to remember such details. He handed his father a folder. "I want to join the Marines, like you did."
Elliot was surprised to hear that. "You have a couple of years to think about it. Are you sure that's what you want?" It's a rough life, and it looks like the US will be engaged in foreign combat for sometime.
"I can enlist when I turn 16, with parental permission."
It would not be binding until he turned 18, but if he enlisted earlier, it could help him qualify for a fast track option, which could lead to earlier promotions.
Elliot would rather his son go to college first and then enlist if that's what he wanted. Elliot didn't have the chance to go to college first. "I think you should go to college first."
"You didn't," Richard retorted.
"I know, and it was a lot harder." He wasn't eligible for the same promotions as some of the other guys. He ended up going to college after he was discharged, which meant he was older and had to deal with a lot of punk 18 year olds with no ambition.
Elliot knew that his son inherited his stubbornness. "How about we make a deal?"
"I'll fill this out when you're 16, if you take the PSATs, do as well on it as you can, and meet with your school's college counselor to discuss all of your options." Elliot couldn't believe how fast his children had grown up. Kathleen was graduating high school in May. Two years later, the twins would be gone. It was like 20 years had gone by in the blink of an eye.
"Did you know Dickie wanted to become a Marine?" he asked his wife when they got upstairs.
"He always wanted to follow your footsteps," she told him.
"Honestly, I think he could fill bigger shoes." He had the world as his oyster; didn't he see that.
"I don't know," Kathy told him. "Your feet are pretty huge."
He rolled his eyes. "Haha."
She kissed his cheek. "It will all work out, somehow."
Saturday
Sticky couldn't make heads or tails of the data he was getting from the tracker. It was giving signals all over the building.
"Is this fucking thing broken?" He couldn't even figure out what side of the building Olivia was on. The device was giving too many locations.
Of course Jamie called him. "I want an apartment number."
Sticky was sick of this. He could be making real money instead of trying to follow around some cop and her lesbian lover.
"504." That's where the tracker had stopped. It was good enough as far as Sticky was concerned.
"Finally," Jamie hung up. He relayed the information to his father who said, "It will be taken care of. Good job."
Bruno and Lars were run of the mill thugs, big, brawny, sunken in eyes and plenty stupid.
"What are we supposed to do again?" Lars had been baffled by the instructions.
"We're supposed to go to apartment 504, get inside, look for this Sarah and Tim, and if they're there, bring them back to Novak's house." They had just driven to New York from PA and in the two hour drive, Lars had managed to forget every detail.
They got to the building and realized every entrance was secure access. "How do we get inside?"
Bruno shook his head. "We pretend we live here dummy."
They waited until they could follow a couple inside and causally strolled inside.
When Bruno got to the elevator, he pushed the button but nothing happened. "This shit doesn't work."
Lars tried kicking the door.
"What are you doing you ape?"
"I thought it might come."
Eventually a resident called the elevator with a fob.
Of course, they needed that to use the elevator too.
Once they got into the elevator, Bruno pushed 5 and they went to the fifth floor.
"Where do you think 504 is?" Lars questioned.
"I don't know. Look at the fucking door numbers." They saw 513 first and turned right.
"Bruno? These numbers are going up." Now they were at 519.
"Damn." They turned left and then they turned right where they found 504.
Lars pounded on the door.
When the man inside answered, Bruno and Lars forced their way inside.