Chapter 8

Fire and Ice

Summer, 1943

The Philippines

The transport rocked on the surf moving towards the beach. Metal walls enclosed a group of American Marines. Nerves and adrenaline filled the air, along with the incessant sound of gunfire.

BOOM!

Water splashed up and rained on the helmets of the soldiers.

"Stay focused on the mission!" Alvin shouted to the other men in the craft, his voice nearly drowned out in the gunfire. "If you wanna stay alive, don't stop moving!"

"Thirty seconds!" the pilot shouted.

"You heard him!" Alvin said. "Get ready! If you want to get out of the gunfire, then keep moving forward! Remember, there's a ridge there that will shelter you. You boys have got this!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The doors hadn't fallen open and already everyone inside the transport were soaking wet. Alvin's heart raced. He gritted his teeth. He held his Thompson more closely.

Five… four… three… two…

The transport stopped, and the door fell open…

# # #

June 7th, 1947

Alvin walked into the doors of the precinct. If he was honest, it surprised his brothers when he decided to join the force, first as a cop then becoming a detective, because he always had some problems with authority. That's why most people referred to him as "ALLLVVINNNNN."

He climbed the stairs up to the second level and around the back towards his desk. A fan in the corner was circulating the warm air coming from the open windows. Alvin took off his fedora and dropped it on his desk, which was kept in a perpetual state of chaos. Why did it matter? He hardly spent any time there (not if he could help it). Simon's desk, directly across from him, was clean and organized, everything in nice little stacks or else labeled. It made Alvin want to puke — or wonder if they were even related.

Sitting in the center of his clutter was a folder, marked with the case number and a note that had Alvin and Simon's names on it.

"Hey, did the captain leave this?" Alvin asked another detective.

"He sure did. He also said clean up your desk."

"I will when he does," Alvin said with a laugh then turned around to see the captain standing right there.

As usual, Dave did not look happy.

"What was that, Alvin?" he asked.

"Uh, nothing, Captain," Alvin said with a salute.

"Glad to hear it. What are you doing here?"

"I'm just getting the file from the interrogations yesterday," Alvin answered. Then, at a glance from Dave, he added, "Sir."

"About time you take some interest in the case. And thanks for giving me yet another day of seeing you."

"Well you know our motto: Guaranteed to brighten your day!"

Captain Dave shook his head and walked away.

Alvin took the file and hurried out of the precinct before another one of Captain Dave's storms hit. With the folder tucked underneath his arm, he decided to find a place to sit down and read. It was afternoon now, and his stomach grumbled to let him know that he hadn't even eaten breakfast let alone lunch.

Maybe he would stop at Ian's and grab a bite to eat. He hadn't been there since the case closed. There was a rumor that he found a new singer for his live music and she was supposed to be a knock out.

He hailed a cab and took it to the restaurant with its neon sign. It really had been a while since he was there, but he liked Ian. The guy had just the right amount of who-cares attitude that Alvin liked. That's probably why they had gotten along so well when Alvin and Simon had been on the case.

And speaking of Ian, the bald and glasses-wearing man saw Alvin the moment he stepped through the door.

"Al, my main Munk! Where on earth have you been?"

"Detective life, keeps you busy," Alvin said. "Besides, why would I want to eat at a dump like this?"

"Because you love the food and you're my pal. Here, sit down and let's fill you up. You're thinner than last time."

"Must be all that running after criminals."

"Well we got to get that reversed. Your brother was in here just earlier."

"Which one?"

"Theodore."

"Really? This is where he brought that reporter?"

"The best place in town, you mean?"

"Only the best place because I'm here now."

Ian laughed and patted Alvin on the back. "Let me get you some food. And also, enjoy the show! I think you in particular will like our talent."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Alvin asked.

"She seems like your type."

"I've heard that one before."

"She'll be on in a few minutes," Ian said with a smirk.

Alvin laughed and flipped open the cover of the folder. Type-written on paper was a transcript of the interrogation and Captain Dave's report. He was just getting started on reading when the lights in the restaurant began to dim.

"Great," he thought sarcastically.

A guy in a suit and with slicked hair stepped out onstage and announced "the lady of the hour," Ms. Britanny Miller. The crowd applauded, but Alvin's eyes narrowed. Did that guy say Miller? As in Jeanette Miller and Eleanor Miller?

Eleanor's words from yesterday stuck out in his mind, "Say hello to my sisters, boys!" Sisters. She said the plural.

Somehow he already felt annoyed as a female chipmunk stepped out on stage — a drop-dead gorgeous female chipmunk with auburn hair stylishly done, a pink dress that accentuated every curve, deep ruby red lips. That wasn't even to mention her sparkling light blue eyes. Alvin shook his head, trying to knock some sense into himself. NO! His two brothers had both been taken in by those Miller girls and there was not a single chance he was going to let himself even admit she was attractive.

"Hello, everyone," Brittany said to the crowd, and her voice alone was melodic. "This first song is dedicated to our boys in blue, not to mention those sleuths." She saluted, and for a moment her eyes actually fell on Alvin in spite of the darkened room. She smiled, and something about that smile made Alvin feel both warmed and mocked at the same time. How did she know he was a detective?

"Ian…" Alvin groaned. Ian probably told her, probably trying to play matchmaker.

Then Brittany began to sing.

(Author's Note: the song is Gangsta's Paradise cover by Post Modern Jukebox. It's a great song!)

Her voice was spectacular. She had the confidence to back it up. She knew she was talented, she knew she was pretty, she knew the power she sad. She might as well have been a Hollywoodland movie star. But when the song was over, Alvin was the only one who didn't applaud. And he had to admit there was a sense of satisfaction when she noticed.

By the end of her next song, he was eating, and by the look on her face when he spared her a glance she was definitely annoyed. She sang a third and then the lights came up as she went off stage.

Finally Alvin could read his file in peace, though he couldn't stop smiling at how he had stuck it to her. Why he felt the need to stick it to her was a mystery, but he wouldn't dwell on it yet.

But just as he was nearing the end of the first paragraph, a shadow fell over the paper. Looking up, there stood Brittany Miller. She was clothed in more casual clothing, but she had a stuck-up smile.

"Enjoy the show?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, I got a great nap," Alvin said.

Without invitation she sat down next to him.

"I'm Brittany," she said.

Alvin rolled his eyes and ignored her.

"You know, not many people bring their own reading material to a restaurant," Brittany went on.

"Not many people have more important things to do."

"Oh yeah? Like get ketchup stains on their tie?"

Alvin looked down on his shirt, then Brittany flicked his nose. "Gotcha!"

"Do you have to be so annoying?" Alvin asked.

"No, but it sure is fun. You didn't seem to enjoy my shout out, Detective."

"Did Ian put you up to it?"

"He sure did. He said there was a handsome chipmunk to my left. I didn't find one so I directed it at you instead."

"Very funny," Alvin said.

"I know." She stood up and took one of his French fries. "I'll see you around, Alvin."

"Fat chance," Alvin said, though admittedly he was impressed by the usage of his name. But no way was he going to put up with that uptight chipette again. That gal was more trouble than she was worth, and that was a fact. Alvin had arrested less troublesome girls than her.

He finished his meal, paid his check, and never got around to reading the file. He would have to do that later. His mind was on Brittany, how much she annoyed him, and also that song she sang was stuck in his head.

Why did she have to have a great voice?

And why were her eyes so deep?


And there you have some Alvittany! Honestly, this is my favorite ship of the fandom, so it was really fun to write! Hopefully you like it! And don't worry, next chapter you're going to learn a big thing about the mystery of the stolen necklace!

Also, I'm still working on the prologue to a new story! The goal was to publish it this week but life got busy so maybe this weekend or next week!

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