Chapter 2
"Are you SURE Harry?" Mac asked, as he looked over the forms that Judge Stone was holding. Mac was not the only one who could not believe it. Dan, Bull, Ross, and even Paige O'Rourke were all looking over the papers in shock and wonder.
"I know Mac, I know. But, fingerprints don't lie" Harry answered, Even Harry was shocked to see the results. But the differences between the two ladies in personality were complete opposites of one another.
"Well then, what did she have on her?" Dan asked, in both wonder and lust. Wonder over how much Christine Sullivan had changed to be carrying weapons on her. Lust in that he hoped that she had changed enough to give him a shot at her.
"A bunch of knives Dan. Some very deadly ones" Mac told him, the look in his eyes telling all that this was serious. Mac went over to the set of knives that had been taken off of Christine. "The first one is the most obvious, being that its a switchblade" Mac told them, as he gently pressed a button and the blade came out, ready to be used. The next one was one that Roz recognized.
"That's a Bowie knife. Those are used for cutting or for combat" she told the group, as she gently held the blade by its handle. A part of her wanted to keep the knives for a collection she was building, but she knew that these were evidence, and not to be trifled with.
"What about this third one Mac?" Harry asked. It looked like someone had taken a knife and forged a set of brass knuckles to it.
"That's a knuckle buster knife Harry, and probably the most dangerous of all these knives" Mac told them, with everyone taking a long look at the knives. "This one can be used to both stab someone in a fight, or to break bones with the brass knuckles attached to it." Mac was treating all these knives carefully, but especially the knuckle buster. That blade looked like it had been in some fights, and that was something that no one wanted to mess with.
While all of this was going on, Chrissy was in a cell waiting to get out. She did not want to be here. She wanted to get back to the Piranha's and continue on the road. "Hey, Jailer, How much longer am I going to be here" she demanded, not wanting to be locked up any longer than she had to be.
"Its up to the Judge when you get out of here young lady. Now quiet down in there" snapped another bailiff, who was keeping an eye on Chrissy. With that, the blonde haired young lady sat down in the cell. As she did, she had a brief flash in her mind, of herself, dressed in a proper women's suit, being held in such a cell. As quickly as the memory flash came, it left, leaving Chrissy wondering just what she had seen!
By the time the session was done for the night, Dan had won out. He would have the pleasure of taking Christine/Chrissy out for the evening. "Just be careful Dan. Chrissy might have a different idea of where she wants to go to compared to you" Harry warned the DA.
Harry was right, when Dan picked up Chrissy for the night, even bringing a nice dress for her to wear for the evening. "Are you crazy? There is no WAY I am wearing something like that!" Chrissy told him in no uncertain terms, seeing a knee length red dress with sequins sewn into the dress from head to toe. "I'd rather be in my leathers instead" she told the DA.
"You have two choices young lady. You either wear this dress and we go out to eat at places of my choice, or you wear your leathers, and you stay here until Harry decides where to send you" Dan told her.
"I'll make you a deal Mr. DA. I'll wear this dress, but for every place that we go to of your choice, we go to one of mine" Chrissy offered, hoping to get her leathers back. As she was talking to Dan, and seeing the dress and the shoes that he had with the attire, she had another flash, an image of herself in a nice dress going to a lodge meeting with someone. Again, as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared, but left Chrissy wondering if she was loosing her mind!
"If that is what it takes for you to go out, then that is a deal" Dan told her, as he headed out of the cell. He had phone calls to make and reservations to set up for the evening. And, if everything worked out, then he would get this young lady into his bed that night!
By the time Dan returned, Chrissy had changed into the attire that Dan had prepared for her. She was not happy about it, and had her own plans for the evening! Her plans were to either water down the drinks, or dump them so she would not get drunk, while Fielding would, allowing her to leave this set up in one piece.
"You look outstanding, my dear" Dan told her, enjoying the sight of her in the outfit. And she did look like a knockout, with the dress showing off her curves, and the heels giving her some height, as well as showing off her legs. The color of the dress brought out Chrissy's skin color. All in all, she looked like a lady who was out for the evening.
"My dear, you look ravishing" Dan told her, as he admired Chrissy in the dress, even giving her a low wolf whistle. Dan continued to look her over as he escorted her out.
As the evening went on, Chrissy's plan went into effect. While she enjoyed the meal, she either watered down the drinks Dan gave her, barely sipped them, or dumped them when possible. They also started hitting more of the bars that Chrissy knew and enjoyed, while Dan was getting more and more soused as things went along. However, Chrissy was getting more and more flashes of another life as the evening went along. By the time that they had hit the last bar, Dan was drunk and about out of it. However, Chrissy had virtually faded away, leaving Christine Sullivan back in charge!
"Dan, you pig! Keep your hands to yourself!" Christine said, as Dan Fielding was trying to get his hands under the dress he had gotten Chrissy to wear. However, Christine Sullivan was in charge now, and wanted nothing to do with Dan this night. Eventually, she arranged for a pair of cabs to be called: One to take Dan back to his place, the other to take her back to her apartment building.
Once Christine got back to her building, she quietly slipped up to her apartment. Reaching up to the sill above her door, she felt around until she found her backup key. "Harry and Bull , along with Mac, were right in there suggestion in getting a backup key for this place" Christine muttered to herself. Once inside, she was shocked to see the state of her apartment! Everything was covered in plastic and dust. "Just what happened?!" she asked/exclaimed.
"Christine, Christine. Come to a mirror Christine" a voice called out to her. At first Christine just shook her head, trying to get a handle on what was going on with her apartment. "Christine, come to a mirror, NOW!" the voice called out again, this time more agitated. Finally Christine went to one of the mirrors and looked in it. To her surprise, looking at her from the mirror, was Chrissy Stone! "Chrissy, we need to talk!" the image that was in the mirror told her.
