AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Guys, read this new chapter with a pinch of salt, lol!
I wanted to write something far-fetched and a bit phantasmagorical and THIS came out. (Don't come for me, pls lol!)
WARNING: Chapter Rated M for suggestive theme, but NO profanity/explicit content at all!
CHAPTER 46
YOU WILL DEFINITELY BE SEEING ME AGAIN
When Bryan asked her what she wanted for lunch, after the morning class, she told him she had to work overtime that day, so she would be grabbing a sandwich and breaking the library rule 'No food and drinks allowed'.
During their second class, Angie seemed a bit distracted. She kept on looking at the time, as if she wanted the class to be over. And Bryan found that to be suspicious, since it was a class that Angie enjoyed.
Once the class was dismissed, she told him she had found a cool new book at the library and she wanted to chill on her own, with her snacks and her book.
He did not question that either. But he wasn't stupid.
Angie ran out of there, as if the building was on fire.
She found herself walking towards the gates of the Bureau property, where a taxi was waiting for her.
The taxi then drove her to a house where she spent the next hour and a half in front of, hiding in the bushes. At some point, a fancy black car pulled up and she was so ready.
"Waiting for someone?" A familiar voice startled her.
"What the Hell are you doing here?" She was speechless. "How long have you been around?"
"Little Miss Spy didn't notice being spied on for the past hour and a half?" Bryan smirked, pointing at a bush, across the street.
"You followed me!" She hissed at him, upset.
"And I see now you needed to be followed!" He pointed at the house, knowing she was there, looking for trouble. "What on Earth are you trying to get yourself into?"
Angie then shushed him, as the person from the black car just got out and waited by the stairs of the house. It was the blonde woman she had seen in the restrooms.
A less expensive car, one with scratches and bumper stickers all over it, pulled over. The blonde woman looked around suspiciously, but then she hopped in willingly.
"Oh, you dirty little…" Angie commented, having no clue what she was about to get herself into.
"You know how to hotwire a car!?" He commented when Angie was trying to get into a car, parked in the driveway of that same home.
"You know how to hotwire a car?" She raised an eyebrow when he pushed her aside and did the job quickly.
"LA, baby!" He said proudly. Oh, Bryan had tricks in his hat.
"I think I just fell a little more in love with you. If that's even possible!" She said the same words that he had recently said to her.
They got in the car and followed the vehicle with the bumper stickers. It stood out, it wasn't easy to loose among all the normal cars, or the lack of cars, as at some point they were on a street that seemed to lead nowhere.
The other car came to a stop and Bryan parked a little further away, so they wouldn't get spotted. They ran to the building where the blonde woman and a man with long, slicked back, blonde hair were just now entering.
"Ey?" Angie whispered, pointing to the other side of the building.
"Back door, got it." He nodded at her and they made their way to the back.
Angie had noticed a jagged sign on the door, as if it was some sort of an exclusive club, membership only. There was no way they were getting through those doors, so she opted for the windows at the back.
"You do realize that this just keeps happening, don't you?" Bryan commented when he found himself, once again, pushing Angie to climb up, with his hands cupping her butt cheeks.
"Don't sweat it. I'm used to people touching my butt." She said, absolutely unfazed.
"What the-…" He rolled his eyes.
"Cheerleading. I was a flyer. So, in order to get up there, most times someone would have to have their hands on my butt. It's just how it is." She shrugged.
"Wanna see something cool?" She added.
"Sure…" He replied from underneath her.
"Push me up, straight up, in one sharp move. And then grab my right shoe and grip me tight, look, grab me right here and here, without wobbling around. And if I fall, well, try to catch me before I break my head, okay?" Her last words really got him worried, but he decided to trust her. She was, after all, an athlete. And he was, after all, a big guy who had very good reflexes and no doubt he could catch her if she was about to fall.
He did as instructed and two seconds later she was hovering on top of him on one leg, while the other was with her knee up, her shoe tucked behind her knee. Both of her hands formed a perfect high V-shape and her fingers were tucked into fists. Her head was held high, as she proudly held the figure for a total of five seconds before she started wobbling.
Bryan had no freaking idea what he was doing. He just tried not to have her killed, so he changed up his grip on her and she was good.
"You're a natural!" She called out from above.
"Sure. Can you actually get to the window already?" He said impatiently, unsure if he could hold her any longer. She had a small figure, but a lot of muscle weight, and the fact that all of her muscles were tense while holding her position, made her a bit heavier to hold.
She grabbed onto the window frame on the second floor and used all of her new upper body strength to push herself up and get inside the room. She then gave him a sign to wait until she'd go downstairs and open the downstairs window for him to enter from.
He waited, for a total of eighteen minutes. It was starting to worry him a little bit, but he decided to trust her intuition. For some reason, Bryan was the only person in the FBI who didn't consider Angie to be a complete immature idiot, unable to handle herself in risky situations.
When she finally opened the downstairs window, he cringed so hard.
"Promise me you won't freak out?" She said quickly, but he made no such promise.
He crawled in and a sweet, nauseating smell hit his nose.
"Why the Hell are you dressed like…that?" He pointed at her and she shrugged innocently, holding out an outfit for him.
"Guess it's a masked party." She announced.
"Party?" He raised an eyebrow, checking out what she had just handed him to put on. It was barely a piece of clothing.
"These looks like props from an adult movie." He added, holding his costume and checking out the tiny thing she was now wearing.
"Mhh…" Angie shrugged, this time uncomfortably.
She held his hand and showed him to the other side of the room, where the door was cracked open and he could see, down the hallway, a wild party going on. Pretty much everyone was dressed similar to Angie, if they were dressed at all.
"Woman! What the Hell!?" He was scandalized. And more.
"Put the damn thing on before we get made!" She urged him, turning around, as if ten seconds later she wouldn't see him, basically naked in front of her anyway.
Bryan hated life at that moment. "For the record, that's not how I imagined my first time at such a place would go like…"
Angie smirked. He was a guy, he surely had an affinity to stuff like that. Although, he was about to find out that it was a bit darker than what he had imagined.
"Angela, can you, please, button that thing up?" He begged her, unable to concentrate on life when her V-neck was looking like that.
"It's a zipper." She sighed. "And it got stuck to the chains when I was putting it on, So, it broke in this position. Nothing I can do about it. Plus, hey, I look kinda hot!" She caught a glimpse of herself at the reflection of the door window and she winked at herself.
"Oh, God. Just know that I never signed up for this!" Bryan said dramatically, looking up.
"Don't be a wimp, David." She then dragged him to the outside area.
They both grabbed a face mask, like those big carnival masks that would only show their eyes, but hide most of the face.
"Why are we even here?" He asked, watching two semi-naked women jump in the pool.
"I'll tell you when I figure it out." She said calmly and started to walk around.
She got propositioned more times than Bryan could count. It was disgusting.
Although, it wasn't like he didn't catch the attention of the ladies at the party.
While Angie was busy, scanning the scene as if she was looking for something specific, Bryan kept on feeling random women's hands on his chest, asking him if he wanted to walk away with them.
He quickly found out that, no, this was nothing like the fun the movies make it out to be.
"Hello there, stud." An elder female voice came up from behind him and he found himself cornered by a middle aged blonde woman and a blonde haired guy who was possibly younger than Bryan himself.
Angie made a sign for him from the distance and he took a second to study those people. He couldn't see their faces, but he remembered seeing those two figures, just earlier, get into the car with the bumper stickers.
"Well, hello to you, Miss." He greeted her, suddenly showing interest. Because he knew that if he shot her down and left, Angela would kill him. And he so desperately wanted to get himself out of this situation quickly and to forget it ever happened to him.
"It's Madam." The guy next to the woman, corrected Bryan.
"Want to move this party to the Main Suite?" She asked him, playing with a few of the strings that were holding his costume together.
Bryan prayed at that moment that the woman wouldn't pull on the strings, or he'd end up completely naked. He also prayed that the costume had been properly washed since the last time anyone had worn it.
"We've been looking for someone just like you. Big, with muscles." The guy commented.
Angela gave him a really nasty glare and he decided to play the part.
"Main Suite, huh? Who's going to pay for that?" He asked.
The blonde guy laughed. "You must be new around here if you don't know that she's the owner."
"Oh, I like me a woman of power and superiority." Bryan smirked.
"But I'm actually here with someone and it would be rude to leave her alone." He pointed at Angie, who was now casually sipping a drink nearby. If he was going to Hell, she was going to burn with him.
"We don't mind company." The woman smiled and he could feel her breath, it smelled like cigarettes. And desperation.
"Kandie?" He called out for Angela and she was, later on, going to be really pissed at him for coming up with that nickname.
She walked over, without a hint of hesitation. Bryan was amazed at how well she was playing her role, for someone who often came off prudish.
"Hey there. I see you found our perfect match quite quickly." Her hand slapped his chest playfully, before she turned to the blonde guy and asked him to lead the way.
Bryan followed behind, with the woman by his side.
Angie took her time and selected two bottles from the bar and a few empty glasses before she re-joined them.
They walked up the stairs and she let the blonde guy pour the drinks.
"We like gin." Angie informed him when he was about to pour all four glasses with vodka.
She got her drink of choice and she smiled all the way through.
"So, how long have you been doing this for?" She asked playfully, all the time sending looks over to the blonde guy and she had him hooked.
"Oh, it's been a while. We just moved to this beautiful new house when someone here finally got the means to sponsor it." He winked at the blonde woman.
"Promotion at work?" Bryan asked very casually.
"I like to think of myself as the modern day Robyn Hood. You know, take from the rich, give to the poor." She had, by now, downed her first glass of vodka and was pouring herself a second one.
"Can I play some music?" Angie said sweetly.
The guy pointed at the stereo and some CDs that were laying on the floor.
"Hmm, no, this is too old." She pushed aside the first CD she saw.
"No, I don't even know who they are." She threw away the second CD, then the third one, and the next one too.
"Maybe this?" She finally said. "Nah." And then she disregarded this one as well.
She took her damn sweet time, choosing music, while Bryan was left making small talk with these two.
"So, what do you do for a living?" He asked casually.
"We don't discuss our regular lives here. It's a sanctuary, a place where we are who we want to be, not who we have to be." The blonde guy said and Bryan started wondering exactly how high that dude was.
"It's okay." The woman silenced the young man. "My job is to make people's lives miserable."
"Tough woman." Bryan smirked, taking a sip of his gin, watching her down her second glass of vodka.
The blonde man poured her a third one and Bryan was starting to enjoy this.
"Why?" Bryan asked, in regards to her, making people's lives miserable.
"Because I can." She smirked proudly, also, very drunkenly. She had clearly been drinking before Angie and Bryan managed to get into the house.
"Tell me, what's the meanest thing you've done?" Angie asked curiously, now pretending to be figuring out how the stereo worked. Playing an idiot was her favorite thing in the world. And the fact that people actually believed it, was giving her double the satisfaction.
"I'm about to do it." She started giggling and slurring her words.
"There's this…thing at work. Some people that I dislike. This bitch that ruined my marriage, for example." Her laughter started getting more and more irrational.
"So, now I'm going to make sure they pay for it. Yeah. Friday. She will pay for it and I will drag all of her pathetic little friends down, with her, straight to Hell. She's going to reveal her flaws and I will be there, listening to it all." The woman kept on smiling like the devil.
Bryan had no idea what it all meant, but Angie did. She put the puzzle pieces together. The woman her mentioned Emily's name and bringing down her team by playing dirty, back in the bathroom at work, so Angie was quick to draw her conclusions.
Revealing flaws? Listening to it? Had the BAU office been wired? That was exactly what Emily had thought earlier, it was the reason why she had assigned everyone to different teams for the rest of the week. She had figured – the less they hung out around there, the smaller the temptation to, even subconsciously, point out a flaw, a mistake the team ever made. She knew she was being under surveillance. She just never could have imagined the whole operation behind it. Or the dumb reason for it.
Angie then noticed the woman was starting to feel a bit sick, sweating and starting to pant a little bit.
"This one is perfect!" She finally concluded her search of music and her fight with the stereo.
With a confident strut, she walked back to where the three of them were sitting and she took a large sip of her gin.
"So, how about we have a little fun now?" Angie suggested cheerfully.
"Uhm…" The woman stood up, unable to keep her balance. She then tried to walk to the bathroom, as quickly as she could.
"Maybe some other time, guys. You should leave!" The blonde guy informed them, feeling quite sick and dizzy himself.
"Oh? So soon? But…I was just starting to enjoy this." Angie smirked, standing up and grabbing Bryan's hand.
"I'll see you maybe some other time." The elder woman added before entering the bathroom.
Angie could hear her getting sick. The blonde guy didn't make it to the bathroom before the same fate hit him.
"Oh, you will definitely be seeing me again, alright!" Angie smirked and walked out of there, alongside Bryan, as if nothing had happened.
They went back to the same room downstairs where Angie had hidden their plain clothes at and where she had let the window a bit cracked open.
Then they made a quick run to the car and this time it was Angie behind the wheel.
She sped up and Bryan started laughing so hard.
"Damn girl, you got this in your blood!" He commented.
Angie moved her head contently, as if she was saying to him: I know, duh!
"That gin move was brilliant." He added. "Although, I grew sick of sipping on water, like a five-year-old."
"Well, I contemplated on getting actual alcohol for us as well, but I wouldn't want to risk a DIY on our way back home." Apparently, she was a planner, she thought ahead. When she had fallen behind, by the bar, she had dumped a bottle of gin and re-filled it with water instead.
"Speaking of driving…" He looked at her, so confident behind the wheel, as she sped down a street she was unfamiliar with. "You're quite damn good."
"I know. I am a good driver. I just don't like the pressure of not having to hit things on the way, which is all that tactical driving is asking of me."
"Oh, sure. You prefer to go ahead, knocking things and people over." He laughed.
"Things – yes. People – hmm, maybe only if they are similar to that witch." She then put the radio on and started singing along with some random song.
Feeling bald and adventurous, she went back to the woman's house, parking the car exactly where she had taken it from.
"What on Earth do you want to achieve now?" Bryan rolled his eyes when, instead of leaving, she started walking towards the house.
"Do you have your phone with you? Tablet? Smart watch? Anything with a camera?" She asked and he held his phone up.
Bryan, much like Angie, hadn't used his phone during his whole stay in the Academy so far. And yet, following her after dark, he had figured that maybe a phone might be useful. Even if he only had limited battery life on it.
"Don't worry. She will be knocked out for quite a bit now." She told him when she noticed how he kept looking towards the door, to see if they might get busted.
"What if her husband comes back?" He suggested.
"Well, then I guess she'd be happier about it, than us." She smirked before explaining herself. "Her husband left her kinky ass months ago. She got the promotion to Section Chief when the Bureau was under time pressure to fill in the position that had abruptly been vacated. Then it all started going downhill for her. Come on, didn't you notice the car we used just now? It was all dirty and rusty from the rain, it hasn't been used for months. It's like, her trophy – something that reminds her of him."
Bryan thought for a second and she was right.
"There are no photos of him in the house. Just male jewelry. She's a materialistic bitch who only held on to the things of value and got rid of everything else." She opened the wardrobe in the main room, not surprised to see only female clothes hanging inside.
"She probably uses his fine belongings to lure guys in for her ehm…yeah, whatever that was." She cringed.
"A private gentleman's club or something like that." Bryan said while trying to look like he was helping her snoop around.
"More like a Mistress…something. Place? House? I don't know. My interests don't expand over to that world." She cringed again. There it was – Angela, the prude. However, back in that house, she had been so sure of herself, without any inhibitions. It confused Bryan.
"What are we looking for anyway?" He finally asked.
Angie opened a trunk, tucked underneath the bed.
"This!" She smirked, pulling out more chains and feathers than Bryan had ever seen in one place.
"Oh, we have a weapon!" She dramatized, holding a whip in her hand.
Bryan rolled his eyes. He was still trying to get over the image of her in that tiny outfit from earlier. And she was now adding to it.
She put a few outfits on display on the floor and asked him to snap a few photos quickly before she tucked everything back in its place and they walked out of the house.
"Told you she wouldn't be back for a while." She said proudly.
"Yeah, I can't believe vodka knocked them out so fast." He laughed, but when he saw Angie's innocent face, he knew something else was going on.
"Oh, God. What did you do?" He wasn't even sure if he wanted to receive an answer. He was an accomplice enough.
"Don't worry. If we ever get caught, which – come on, no way; but if it happens, just say you were acting under duress. Blame it all on me. It was my idea, my execution and you were just there…because I made you." She said as they were walking down the street.
"Well, that would have been a pretty cute gesture of you…" He rolled his eyes. "If it weren't exactly what happened! So, don't you play innocent!"
"Uhm, I'm sorry. Did I misread that little part of the night where I went out on my own, only to find myself being stalked by you for the past hour and a half? Like, who even invited you here? And how did you find me and follow me, if you weren't using your own car?" She started laughing.
"Easy. Someone was dumb enough to use my phone to call herself a cab. All I had to do is call a second cab and tell the driver I had to be dropped off where my suspect just went to, with the other cab. I clearly knew your cab number, so all he had to do was check the GPS and see where you got dropped off. It's mind-blowing how much power one has if they get picked up from FBI grounds." He smirked proudly. He had put his investigative skills to good use.
"Oh, I see. David is starting to be fun now. Freaking finally!" She laughed at him, because calling him David was now her favorite thing to do.
They reached some sort of a crossroad, with a few bars and some drunk people smoking cigarettes outside. Angie spotted a few cabs, waiting for their next customer, and they hopped into one.
They let the driver drop them off at the nearest place to the FBI grounds, but not right in front of it. Then they walked the rest of the distance, laughing about the whole night.
"Can I go to sleep now? Or is there anything else we can do? Just because today hasn't been long enough." He said sarcastically, laughing.
"Actually…" She grabbed his tablet and sat beside him, on his bed. "I'm going to need your Amazon access. And credit card. And I sure hope you have Amazon Prime."
"Man, I don't even want to know what you need that for." He yawned, feeling more than tired already.
"I need a whip now." She teased and he hit her with one of the socks that he had placed on the chair, ready for the next day. At least they were clean.
He quickly logged in and then let her do whatever she wanted, but all he needed was some sleep.
Angie started singing some song silently, taking the tablet to her bed and searching for that one specific thing that she would need.
