Sorry I haven't updated in a while! Here we go, another chapter. Let me know what you think :) And also, I don't know why, but whenever I try to use asterisks as a means for time skips, FanFiction likes taking them out. It's very annoying, actually. So, now I am putting in "..." bold and centered.
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Chapter 4: The Dirty Thief and the Pretty Cop
It was days later and I was in my house, sipping a hot cup of tea in front of my living room's fireplace. My house is pretty big compared to the others in my neighborhood—I like living large. I was resting on my black, leather armchair with my bulldog Growley resting on my lap. I was relaxed and reading a copy of a compilation of Edgar Allen Poe's greatest works when my phone started vibrating. I ignored it to let it reach voicemail because, my word, it's very annoying to get interrupted during a great read. Once there was silence, I smiled and continued reading, petting Growley gently on the head—
The buzzing started again. Groaning to myself, I was hoping it wasn't that really bothersome bitch. "'Ello, 'tis Crowley," I answered with an aggravated tone.
"You bastard, what have you done?!"
Ah, that annoying, screeching voice. Yes, it was Bela.
"'Ello, Bela, nice to speak to you, too," I rolled my eyes. "What is it, girl?"
"What the hell did you do? I have the police on my tail! It smells rotten like you." Her voice was cold and harsh. I could feel the death glare from the other side of the line.
"What? I'm so sorry to hear that. I don't know, maybe the police finally became competent and are actually doing their job now," I smiled under my breath.
"Don't you lie; it has your dirty paws all over this," she snapped.
"Oh, all right, all right!" I started losing my patience, "Maybe I gave the police a little food for thought, but whatever they are doing right now is out of my hands. Now, if you think that you're going to force me to help you, you are immensely mistaken, love. I want to see you rot in jail. You've only brought me trouble."
"May I remind you that I am the one who introduced you into this business? I am the one who helped pick you up from that miserable life and—" she started.
"What you may or may not have done in the past does not interest me. You've only been a pest to me throughout our entire business together. Goodbye, Bela." With that, I hung up my phone and angrily placed it on the end table next to me. "What nerve," I mumbled to myself, and then opened my book to continue reading.
Before I got through the first sentence, though, my phone started to vibrate again. I picked it up violently and barked, "I already told you to buggar off, Bela!"
"Uh, hello?" a nervous and different voice greeted me at the other end.
I froze as I tried to gather my thoughts. Who was this…?
"Who might this be?" I answered slowly.
"Um, maybe this is a bad time. I knew I shouldn't have called. I'll just let you go—" before the voice could finish, I recognized that gravelly voice.
"Oh, Castiel, is that you?" I interrupted.
"Yeah, I, uh… Didn't mean to call this number, I'm sorry. I'll just—"
"What do you mean, you didn't mean to? I gave you my number on a piece of paper. You would only be calling me on purpose, at this point, love," I smiled. I heard some shuffling in the background, indicating that he was pacing the floor. "Where are you right now?" I asked, a bit curious.
"At my house," he hastily replied, "Um, look, I really didn't mean to call you, so, I think it'd be better if we just hung up." I could feel his anxiety through the phone.
"Castiel, Castiel. You don't call a man like me and then try to walk away. You called for a reason. What is it?" I looked at my nails for a split second and then continued petting Growley on the head. He wagged his tail happily.
"You talked about that Bela woman, right? Well, we started looking into her life and things do seem suspicious. I, uh, figured that talking to you about it would help our investigation more," he started to gain some confidence.
"Talking over the phone is a bit dreary—why don't we talk over a cup of tea or whiskey?"
"I… I suppose we could," his deep voice got softer.
"Great! Get to Martini's in exactly an hour. Sound like enough time to get your pretty self ready?"
There was a silence at the other line before he let out a quick "yes, okay" and hung up right away. I smiled to myself and patted Growley on the back and he looked up at me.
"I think I'm going somewhere, Growley. He talks business, but I feel like it's more than that. And if not, I'll make sure it'll end that way." I then pulled out my book to finish the paragraph I was on; then I'd be off.
...
I walked into the bar and immediately spotted dear Castiel. He was on one of the stools wearing a bit of a bizarre attire—a large, beige trench coat with a tux underneath. It was already a bit warm in this place; how he was dealing with the heat under all those layers was beyond me. He looked out of place in this environment, with his thumbs twiddling and his head jerking back and forth, watching everyone around him. I could tell I put him out of his misery when he saw me.
"Oh, you're here," he shot me a side smile but quickly went back into a more serious composure. "I thought you decided not to show up."
"Don't you worry, I don't go back on my word, lovely. Especially for you," I replied with a smile on my face as I sat down on the stool next to him. "So, what can I do for ya?"
He looked off to the side for a second, gathering his thoughts, I presumed. "Well, I was hoping you could give me more information on that Bela Talbot you talked about before…" His voice trailed off.
"What information do ya need? I'm sure I'll have something that can help."
"First, have you talked to her at all recently?" he looked up at me all serious-like. Oh, it was simply adorable. He leaned forward a bit, trying to keep the conversation a bit confidential from everyone else in the bar… Although I was pretty sure that it was too loud for anyone to even accidentally eavesdrop.
"Yes, actually. She called me right before you did. She already knows you and your friends are hot on her trail, and she seems very angered by it," I chuckled at the fact that I was completely nonchalant about all this.
"Did she mention any tactics or anything of the like?" Castiel tapped his fingers on the counter. He didn't seem to like the information I had just relayed to him.
"I didn't… entirely let her," I chose my words carefully, "I hung up on her because she was getting very rude with me."
"You didn't seize the opportunity to find out anything?" he shifted his position and tapped the counter even more, an intense look on his face.
"Look, honey, I already have information that is enough for you to have the right to pursue her. I did not realize that I was supposed to be following her myself—isn't that your job? If you need me to do that work for you as well, dear, you should have just asked me. I can work my magic and find out her coordinates in a blink of an eye." I then raised an eyebrow.
He gave out a small sigh and was silent for a few moments. He then, instead of answering my question, stated, "Let me go with you."
"Pardon?" I blinked, slightly confused with his statement.
"I hate sitting behind a desk, trying to figure out things from an outside perspective. I want to actually be of some help—I want to go out and actually do something. You're obviously doing more than we're ever going to do." His voice was then more frantic and his words careless.
I was impressed and pleased with his reply. "You do realize that actually doing something will require to sometimes get dirty? It can also get very dangerous if you are not careful," I warned him.
I could sense a change in his demeanor. He seemed determined, and I liked that. He fixed a stern stare at me and only nodded. "I understand that there are certain consequences that may occur due to my involvement with you," was his reply.
Always replying in long, unnecessary sentences was a very cute trait of his. I nodded back at him. "I won't lie to you: I am a dirty thief. Working with me means that you have to learn certain tactics to get what you want."
Castiel scratched the side of his face and ran his hand through his hair. "I understand, Crowley." His voice ended deeper than usual—oh, how I love that voice!
"It is settled, then?" I asked, my hand out in front of me, waiting for the shake. He took my hand quickly and we shook on it. "Now," I smiled, "Why don't we actually get to the drinking part?" I called out to the bartender for two glasses of whiskey.
"I'm not really sure I shou—" he started.
"Wow, you policemen are boring! C'mon, now, have a drink! I told you that things will be different for you from here on out," I retorted while the bartender slid the drinks towards us. "Drink up, Cassie!"