NYPD
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Vicki's Fanfic
JAMAICAN ME
CRAZY
This fanfic takes place during the
summer between season 9 & 10. Enjoy
8:30am
Squad room
Greg and Baldwin are in the coffee
room. T-Rod is in his office. Andy is at his desk finishing up paper work as Connie
and John arrive together.
John: (To
Andy) Good morning detective.
Andy:
(Looking up from his paper work) Yeah, mornin’ (To Connie) Hey.
Connie: Hey
(sitting down at her desk)
T-Rod: (As
he comes out of his office) Who’s up?
Connie:
(Looking at the board) Greg and Baldwin.
Greg:
(Coming out of the coffee room) What’s up?
T-Rod:
(Handing him a slip) Fresh shooting over on Whitaker…everybody.
Andy: (To
T-Rod) Any idea when Jr. will be back?
T-Rod: Nah…I’m
thinking end of the week. The boys in Albany want to make sure they got all
their ducks in a row for this case.
Connie:
(Getting up from her desk) This the one from when he was in Narcotics?
T-Rod:
Yeah…Government wants this wrapped up tight.
Connie: (To
Andy) Let me grab a coffee to go…meet you at the car.
Andy:
(Smiling) I’ll wait here…take your time.
Greg: Meet
ya’s there.
Andy: Yeah…
T-Rod joins Connie in the coffee
room.
T-Rod: Any
word from Rita?
Connie:
Yeah, I spoke with her this morning. She’s ah…waiting to hear from the home
health care people.
T-Rod:
How’s her mom?
Connie: As
good as can be expected. They’re calling it a mild stroke…if there is such a
thing. Her dad is doin’ all he can. He needs help with all the paper work and
finding his way through the system.
T-Rod: Any
other family member steppin’ up?
Connie: Oh
yeah…but right now…she’ the closest and doesn’t have kids to shuffle around. I
think she said her brother and sister-in-law were coming up to spend time with
the parents…they just need to readjust their schedules…so with a little luck,
Rita could be back by the end of the week.
Andy:
(Popping his head in the room) Ready?
Connie:
Yeah…
Andy and Connie ride together to the
crime scene.
Connie: I …ah…(clearing
her throat) had a nice time last night (smiling over at Andy)
Andy:
(Smiling back and letting out a small laugh) You are a cheap date if your idea of a nice time is heavy
pettin’ in the kitchen.
Connie:
(Letting out a small laugh) Heavy petting…you make us sound like we’re 16.
Still I had a nice time. It was nice just to be with you…to be near you.
Andy: Sorry
‘bout Theo last night…
Connie: No
need to apologize…
Andy:
(Stopping at a red light) He’s all wound up over maybe bein’ able to sleep over
Peter’s this weekend.
Connie:
Yeah…he was tellin’ me all about Peter’s pool and Peter’s room and all the cool
games he has.
Andy: His
parents are gonna call tonight.
Connie:
So…you’re gonna let him do it?
Andy
(Driving again) Yeah, I think so. I think it’ll be ok…they’re close enough if
there’s a problem or somethin’. He’ll get picked up late Friday night and be
home Sunday afternoon.
Connie:
(Looking out her window) Sounds nice.
Andy: (Shooting
a quick look in her direction) So…you have…ah…any plans for the weekend?
Connie:
(Smiling looking at Andy) Nope.
Andy: Well
then. (After a long pause) You’ve been umm real patient ‘bout our lack of
…ah…”alone time”. I want to thank you for that.
Connie: Not
a problem Andy…I understand.
Andy: I
mean its been a while since we were “alone…together” and all…
As he pulls up to the crime scene,
Connie places her hand on his thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, causing Andy
to jump a bit.
Connie: (Just
before she gets out of the car) I’ve got all the patience in the world.
Andy: (Out
loud to himself in the car) Glad one of us does.
Andy gets out of the car and looks
up. The victim is hanging over the side of the fire escape and there’s a crowd
starting to gather.
Andy : (To
Connie) We gotta get her inside…
Connie:
(Looking up) Oh man…we should get a uniform out here for crowd control.
Andy: (In
the apartment) Medavoy….you got to get the body in side. There’s a crowd
hangin’ around out there. (Looking for a uniform cop) Beck…get downstairs and
keep that crowd away…
Greg: ESU
is on its way…look at this place…what a mess.
Connie: (To
Greg) You want us to start a canvass?
Greg:
Yeah…Baldwin is with the super in the bedroom.
Andy: (To Connie)
Be right there…(to Greg) whaddaya got so far?
Greg:
(Looking through his notes) White female ID ‘d as Laura Volpe…24 years old.
There’s a blood trail from the kitchen to the fire escape.
Andy and Greg follow the trail
careful not to step in the blood.
Greg: Looks
like she’s been shot.
Andy: No casings lying ‘round…looks like four in
the back.
Greg goes down a flight on the fire
escape.
Greg:
(Looking back up at the body) Looks like she took one in the chest too.
Connie:
(Coming back into the apartment) Andy…boss just radio’d…we gotta go…DOA over on
Cheltin.
Andy (To
Greg) You guys alright here?
Greg:
Yeah…ESU will here soon…we’ll grab a coupla uniforms to help with the canvas.
Andy: You
sure?
Greg: Yeah
Andy :Okay
(to Connie) Let’s go.
Baldwin is speaking with the super
of the building, Gene Bowden.
Baldwin:
How long has Laura been living here?
Gene: About
three years now. Never any problems…pays her rent on time.
Baldwin:
You know if she’s seein’ anyone?
Gene: She was
seein’ this guy…ah…Robert, something…ah….Walker. She was with him for a while…he’s on her tenant card as to who to
notify in case of an emergency.
Baldwin:
You call him yet?
Gene: No…I
just called the cops after I saw what happened.
Baldwin:
They have a bad break-up?
Gene:
Nope…not to my knowledge.
Baldwin:
You notice if she was seein’ anyone new?
Gene: She’s
been keepin’ company with a girl…noticed they were rather close.
Baldwin:
How so?
Gene: You
know…holdin’ hands…huggin’…stuff like that.
Baldwin:
Happen to catch the girlfriend’s name?
Gene: Nah…
Baldwin:
Can you give me a description of the girlfriend?
Gene:
Aaahh…white…late twenties…nice build…
Baldwin:
Laura have any family in the area?
Gene: Mom
and dad in Oregon I think…
Baldwin:
So…you didn’t see or hear anything?
Gene: Nah…I
was up on the fourth floor snakin’ a toilet…I only heard a scream come from
across the way…
Baldwin:
You said you heard a scream? I thought you said you didn’t hear anything?
Gene:
Yeah…elderly lady across the way…Ruthann Gonzalez. I thought somethin’ mighta
happened to her…but when I looked out to see…she was pointin’ over here. I
looked down and that’s when I saw Laura.
Baldwin:
You know where Laura worked?
Gene:
Yeah…ah…Jones Apparel Company…in the fashion district.
Baldwin:
Alright…you remember any thing…just give me a call (handing him his card)
Gene: We
done?
Baldwin:
Yeah…
Gene: Let
me go get you that number.
Baldwin:
(To Greg) Head over to see Mrs. Gonzalez?
Greg: I’ll go…you
wait here for ESU.
Greg is met outside Mrs. Gonzalez
apartment by uniform office DeWitt.
Greg: (To
DeWitt) How is she?
DeWitt:
Better now…she was a bit shakin’ up.
Greg:
K…thanks…ah…just hang out here till I’m done.
DeWitt:
Gottchya.
Greg: (Entering
the apartment) Mrs. Gonzalez…I’m Detective Medavoy. How are you ma’am?
Mrs. G.:
Fine now…never saw someone get shot before. It had me a little rattled.
Greg:
Understandably so…can you tell me what you saw?
Mrs. G.:
Yes…I was getting myself some breakfast there in the kitchen when I thought I
heard a scream. I went to look out the window, but I didn’t see any one. Then I
heard a loud pop…then three or four more pops. That’s when I saw the young girl
fall out onto the fire escape.
Greg: Did
you happen to see anyone else…maybe in the apartment?
Mrs.G.:
Yes…a black person…I couldn’t tell if that person was a man or a woman. But
that person had a gun…and…somethin’ shiny on their chest.
Greg:
Pardon me?
Mrs. G.:
The sun must of caught something shiny on that persons chest.
Greg: Like
maybe…ah…badge?
Mrs.G.:
Could be.
Greg: Could
you see how this person was dressed?
Mrs. G.:
Dark clothes…had a real thick belt and…like I said…something shiny on the chest.
I guess I should have stayed by the window to see if that person came out…but
when I saw that young girl fall out…all’s I could do was scream and point. Then
I ran to call the police…well…ran as best I could at my age…sorry ‘bout that.
Greg: No
need to be sorry. You did great. Ah…after you called the police, did you go
back and look out the window?
Mrs. G.:
No…I just sat here waiting for the police tryin’ to catch my breath.
Greg: Ok
then…here’s my card…if you should remember somethin’…anythin’ just call the
number here and ask for me. Is there anyone I can call to have come sit with
you?
Mrs. G.: no
thank you. My niece Dolores comes every Wednesday. She should be here in about
an hour.
Greg: Very
good then…Officer DeWitt will be right outside till she gets here. Can I get
you some water or anything?
Mrs.G.: No
thank you…I’m fine.
Greg: Ok
then…thanks for all your help.
Officer Knab meets Andy and Connie.
Andy: (To
Knab) What’s up?
Knab: DOA is
a black male…Clifford Richards. Looks like he was strangled and stabbed. Super
over there…William Parks found the body…co-worker called lookin’ for Richards
after bein’ a no show for two days without callin’.
Andy and Connie look over the body.
Connie:
Ligature marks on the neck.
Andy: two
big stab wounds in the chest…(rolling the body half way over) two more in the
back
Connie:
(Looking at DOA hands) Some cuts here…could be defensive cuts.
Andy:
(Looking around the apartment) Not too much disturbed here…
Connie:
(Walking around) Blood over here on the back of the couch…
Andy:
Yeah…some here on the chair…let me call ESU…busy day for them.
Connie: You
want me to talk to the neighbors…you take the super?
Andy: It’s
your case…you make the call.
Connie: OK
then…I’ll go see the neighbor.
Andy:
Ok…call me if you need me. (To the super) Whaddaya know ‘bout this?
Parks:
Nothing…
Andy:
(Looking over the super) You’re kinda young to be a super…
Parks:
Yeah…I inherited the place from my uncle.
Andy: How
long you been here?
Parks:
Almost a year now.
Andy You
know the victim well?
Parks:
Sorta…seemed like a nice guy. He just got married a few months ago. (Pointing
to a picture) That’s him and his wife…
Andy: They
havin’ problems?
Parks:
(Shaking his head no) Not as far as I knew Seemed a bit strange though…
Connie comes back into to apartment
to ask Andy for a pen. Parks looks her over.
Andy: How
so?
Parks:
(Watching Connie leave the apartment) Sweet young thing…marrying an old guy
like that and all.
Andy:
(Tapping Parks in the chest with his note pad) Hey…eyes over here…
Parks:
Sorry man…
Andy:
(Shaking his head) When was the last time you saw them?
Parks:
(Rubbing his neck) Let’s see…today is Wednesday…must have been Monday. She was
out front talkin’ to some dude…
Andy:
(Getting frustrated) Dude? What’d this dude look like?
Parks: I
don’t know…black…skinny…it sounded like they were havin’ an argument. Couldn’t
really tell cause they were talkin’ in some different language.
Andy: What
kinda language?
Parks: I
don’t know…my guess would be Jamaican…that’s where she’s from.
Andy: How’d
they leave it?
Parks:
Fine…it calmed down after a few minutes. He split…she sat on the stoop and like
five minutes later then he (pointing to Richards) showed up…she gave him a hug
and they went in…that’s it.
Andy Does
the wife work?
Parks:
No…she just hangs out here all day.
Andy: Any
idea where we might find her?
Parks:
Nah…none at all.
Andy: You
know where the DOA worked?
Parks: Nah…
Andy:
You’re just a plethora of information ain’t ya?
Parks:
Look…give me a break…if they pay on time and don’t cause any problems, I got no
beef with them…
Andy:
What’d you do with all your spare time William?
Parks: Just
hang out…
Andy: Great…I’m
gonna need to see the DOA’s tenant card.
Parks: You
want me to go get it?
Andy:
Yeah…if it’s not too much of a bother…
Parks:
Whatever…(leaving the apartment and mumbling under his breath) asshole.
Andy finds Connie speaking with the
next door neighbor, Rosaline Blum.
Connie: (To
Andy) This is Rosaline Blum…she’s been a neighbor with Mr. Richards for eight
years. (To Rosaline) My partner, Detective Sipowicz.
Rosaline:
Nice to meet you. I was just telling Detective McDowell…I was at bingo two
nights ago…over at Saint Tim’s…got in around 10:30.
Connie:
So…when you got in…you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary?
Rosaline:
No…
Andy:
What’d you know ‘bout Richards and his new wife?
Rosaline:
She’s a sweet thing…from the islands…Jamaica I think.
Andy: They
get along okay? You ever hear them argue or anything?
Rosaline:
They get along fine. (Looking away from Andy)
Andy: …but?
Rosaline: I
just thought it curious Cliff getting married like he did/
Connie:
Why’s that?
Rosaline: Cliff
always seemed to be…ah…of the delicate nature.
Andy:
Meaning?
Rosaline:
He just never seemed the marrying type is all.
Connie:
Mrs. Blum…if you know something that will help us…just say it.
Rosaline:
(Looking back and forth between Andy and Connie) I just always thought Cliff
was gay is all.
Andy: What
gave you that impression?
Rosaline:
Because up till about nine months ago…he spent a lot of time with guys.
Connie: How
many guys?
Rosaline:
Just one…but I mean a lot of time…they never did anything in public to suggest
they were gay…just a feelin I had.
Andy: This
guy have a name?
Rosaline:
Adam…I never got his last name.
Connie: You
know if he has a key to the apartment?
Rosaline:
Oh yeah…I saw him on a number of occasions making his own way in.
Connie: Any
idea where we might find Adam?
Rosaline:
No…sorry I don’t.
Andy: How
‘bout Richard’s wife? Any idea where we might find her?
Rosaline: I
remember her having a shopping bag from that market over on Passmore.
Connie: (To
Andy) Big open market…lots of island vendors.
Rosaline:
Yeah…that’s the one.
Andy:
So…for the last two days you haven’t seen or heard anything from next door?
Rosaline:
No…I thought they might be away or something.
Connie:
What about the neighbor on the other side?
Rosaline:
Ray Schaff? Mostly keeps to himself.
Andy: Do
you know if he’s home?
Rosaline: I
think I saw him go out about 6 or 7 this morning.
Connie:
Going to work?
Rosaline:
Yeah…he works over at Family Market over on 15th…works all odd
hours.
Connie:
Ok…here’s my card. If you should see Claudia or anyone else coming around.,
call that number and ask for me.
Rosaline:
Ok…sorry I couldn’t be more of a help.
Andy and Connie take a walk down the
hall.
Andy: Soon as
ESU gets here we’ll go see Schaff.
Connie:
Ok…in the meantime let me call this in to the boss. I’ll get John to run a
credit card check…ah…call TARU to dump the phones?
Andy:
Yeah…I’ll put a call into call Immigration and see if anything pops up.
Connie: How
‘bout BCI?
Andy: Get
the picture from the living room…give it to the uniforms and have them ask
around the market if she’s been there lately. (Walking away from her)
Connie: You
going to see the super?
Andy
Yeah…let me go see the stupid super…
Connie:
Andy…be nice.
Andy: I am
bein’ nice…he ain’t dead is he? (Looking at her and letting out a large sigh)
Ok…ok…
11am
Squad room
The four detectives return to the
house to fill in the boss. John is busy handing out message slips. Greg and Baldwin
are the first to go and see T-Rod.
T-Rod:
What’s up?
Greg: Not
too much from canvas. I spoke to a Mrs. Gonzalez who said she got a look at the
shooter. She couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, but definitely saw
something shiny on the chest.
T-Rod: Like
a badge or what?
Greg: I
asked her the same thing…she couldn’t say for absolute…but she defiantly saw
something shiny.
T-Rod:
Anyone else see anything?
Baldwin:
Nah…the building is occupied by mostly college students. More than half were at
class this morning…the other half was either asleep or asleep with head phones
on…
T-Rod: TARU
and ESU are all backed up. It’s gonna be a while till you hear from them. I
made a point to tell them to put a rush on things for you.
Greg:
Thanks boss. We got in touch with an ex-boyfriend…he’ll be here in a bit. After
that we’re gonna head over to where the DOA worked and see what we can get
there.
T-Rod:
Sounds good…if you guys need some extra help…let me know.
Baldwin:
Will do boss.
Andy and Connie enter the office.
Andy: (To
T-Rod) Howzitgoin’?
T-Rod:
Busy…
Andy:
Yeah…we were gonna head out to see some of the DOA’s co-workers.
Connie:
(Reading the message slips from John) Nothing on the credit cards. (Looking a little
puzzled) Andy…do you know a Mark Patterson?
Andy:
Yeah…he’s who I called at Immigration…what’s up?
Connie:
Message says…I’ll see you after your
shift…Sipman. Sipman?
Andy: Just
Patterson bein’ Patterson…goofy Irishman…anyways…anything else interestin’?
Connie:
(Looking through the slips) Nothing unusual on the credit cards…
T-Rod:
Don’t expect to hear from TARU or ESU any time soon…all backed up.
Andy: All
right…let’s go.
T-Rod:
Where you headin’?
Connie:
Richards worked at Social Security.
T-Rod: Make
sure you keep your radio on…I’ll be in touch as soon as I hear something.
John: (To
Greg) Detective? A Robert Walker is on his way up to see you.
Greg:
Good…thanks John.
Greg and Baldwin meet Robert Walker
in the catching area and lead him to the coffee room.
Greg:
Thanks for comin’ in so quick Mr. Walker.
Rob:
Please…call me Rob. What’s this about Laura?
Baldwin:
She was found shot in her apartment this morning.
Rob: No
way?
Greg: Yes way.
And we were wonderin’ if you could help us figure out who did it?
Rob:
(Shaken) No way…unbelievable…
Baldwin:
Rob? You have somethin’ more to offer that no
way and unbelievable?
Rob: (Still
in shock) We…ah…broke up…ah…a while ago.
Greg: After
being together for how long?
Rob: About
two years. We met in college.
Baldwin:
Why the sudden break up?
Rob: It
wasn’t as sudden as it seemed. We started heading in different direction right
after graduation. We stayed friends…had lunch every now and then…but…oh, man…
Greg: So
you two split up…when?
Rob: Just
under a year now.
Baldwin:
Did Laura happen to tell you who she was seein’ now?
Rob:
Yeah…she told me she was…ah…likin’ the alternate life style she had.
Greg:
Meanin’?
Rob: She was
seeing a girl…Janet Schwab.
Baldwin:
And this didn’t piss you off…her dumping you for a chick?
Rob: No…I
told you…we were heading in different directions…(looking down at his
hands)…I’m gonna be right up front with you on this…even when Laura and I were
together…it didn’t…seem right.
Baldwin:
How so?
Rob: Oh
man…when we would have sex…which was only like three or four times…she didn’t
seem to…enjoy it…seemed like she was some place else…know what I mean?
Greg: Go
on…
Rob: I
think Laura always was gay…I think
she fought with it for a long time.
Baldwin:
And what? One day she just decided it was okay to be gay?
Rob: I
don’t know man…I just know…what I felt…and when we were together, something
just didn’t click with her as far as…man/woman sex went.
Baldwin:
All those years together and you only had sex three or four times? I find that
a little hard to believe.
Rob: I’m
only telling you what I know….you think I like sitting here telling you about
my…my…lack of sex with a girl I dated for two years? This sucks, man…I’m
telling you all I know. We dated, occasionally had sex, and then we stopped
dating.
Greg: What
do you know about this Janet Schwab?
Rob: Laura
met her at a fashion show about six months ago. Laura told me they were getting
along fine and were thinking of moving in together…
Baldwin:
Did Laura happen to mention where Janet lives or works?
Rob:
Yeah…she lives in Soho…she works in a little shop in the same area.
Baldwin:
Alright…thanks for comin’ in…
Rob: Yeah,
no problem. Ah…have you contacted her parents yet?
Baldwin:
Not yet…why?
Rob: Cause
I don’t think Laura told them about her being gay
Baldwin:
We’ll take that into consideration…thanks for the heads up.
11:30am
Social
Security Administration Building
Connie and Andy meet with Clifford
Richards supervisor, Grace Oliver. She has very little to offer since she is
new to the department. She directs them to Geoffrey Lieggi. Andy and Connie sit
outside Lieggi’s office waiting to meet with him.
Andy: (To
Connie, just above a whisper) So…you think…it’ll be okay for Theo to sleepover
Peter’s?
Connie:
(Slightly confused as to where this is coming from) Yeah…I think so. Theo’s
really up for it. Why? What are you so nervous about?
Andy: I
don’t know…it’s…it’s Theo hasn’t had many sleepovers and my concern is…that he
may…get home sick.
Connie: And
if he does, we’ll go pick him up. You said that Peter lives close by, right?
It’s not like we’d have to drive to the shore and get him.
Andy:
(Thinking for a minute) You like usin’
that word…WE.
Connie:
(Looking him in the eye) I do.
Andy: (A
bit more relaxed) I like hearin’ it. So, does this mean we’ll be spendin’ time
together this weekend?
Connie: I
sure hope so.
Andy:
Anythin’ particular in mind?
Secretary:
Detectives? Mr. Lieggi can see you now?
Connie: (As
they walk to Lieggi office, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket) I sure hope
so.
Lieggi:
Detectives…how can I help you?
Andy: Mr.
Lieggi, we need some information about Clifford Richards.
Lieggi:
(Standing behind his desk) What’s this all about? Is Cliff all right?
Connie: No
sir, he isn’t.
Lieggi:
What happened?
Connie: He
was found dead in his apartment this morning.
Lieggi:
(Falling back into his chair) WHAT?
Andy: Mr. Richards
was found murdered in his apartment…and we need you to tell us anything you
might know.
Lieggi:
(Still in shock) Cliff is dead? Oh man…
Andy:
Anything you can tell us would be a real help.
Lieggi:
(Trying to refocus) Yeah…yeah…ok…I just need a minute.
Connie:
Sorry…we thought you knew.
Lieggi:
No…we hadn’t heard anything yet. I was concerned when he didn’t show up for
work these past two days…I called his landlord and asked him to check up on
him. I was just about to call him back when I heard you were here.
Andy:
(Clearing his throat) So, you and Mr. Richards close?
Lieggi:
Yeah…we ar…were. Cliff and I worked closely together on many cases. He was a
real softy…he’d okay every case if it were up to him.
Connie:
What can you tell us about his wife? Claudia?
Lieggi:
(Looking back and forth between Connie & Andy, then letting out a large
sigh) I don’t know if you already know this or not…Cliff was gay.
Andy: What
about this marriage?
Lieggi: It
was a sham.
Connie: How
so?
Lieggi:
Cliff met her through a case he was working on. Like I said before, he was a
real softy. She was having trouble getting a green card. She needed to stay
here in the US to get away from some drug dealers in Jamaica.
Andy: What
was that all about?
Lieggi: She
told him she witnessed a huge deal and a murder…and now they were after her…to
keep her quiet. Somehow she got herself here in New York City…through an
aunt…that’s when she met Cliff, he was working on the aunt’s case.
Connie:
Where does the aunt live?
Lieggi:
She’s since passed.
Connie:
Does she have any other family here…in the city?
Lieggi: Why
all the sudden interest in Claudia?
Andy: She’s
missin’. And from what your tellin’ us…it sounds like someone she didn’t want
to find her…found her.
Lieggi:
Poor Cliff…I tried to tell him not to get involved…but…that was him.
Connie: Do
you know if Mr. Richards had a prior relationship?
Lieggi:
Yes…Adam Moser. They had been together for a few years.
Connie: Do
you think he may have been involved with this somehow?
Lieggi:
No…at least I don’t think so.
Andy: Did
Mr. Richards ever say Adam gave him any trouble in the past?
Lieggi:
No…I met Adam once or twice…never got that impression. Cliff was open with me
about his lifestyle…to a point…I didn’t need all the details of their
relationship. Cliff was discreet where as Adam was more…umm…flamboyant about
his lifestyle. You didn’t need to ask if Adam was gay.
Connie: How
did Adam take the news about Mr. Richards marrage?
Lieggi: Fine
I guess…basically said the same things I did…don’t get involved…be careful. As
far as I know…they ended on good terms.
Andy: Any
idea where we might find Adam?
Lieggi:
Cliff mentioned once that he was a bartender…I can’t remember right off hand
where he worked.
Andy and Connie stand together and thank Mr. Lieggi for his
time, asking if he remembers anything else to give them a call. They make their
way back to the house.
Noon
Squad room
Greg and Baldwin return from
interviewing people Laura Volpe worked with. They report their findings to
T-Rod.
Baldwin:
(To T-Rod) We spoke to a few of her coworkers…nothing but nice things to say.
They all knew she was seein’ another woman…
T-Rod:
Janet Schwab?
Baldwin:
Right…
T-Rod: ME
called in…Laura Volpe was killed by a Glock 22.
Greg: We
lookin’ at a cop maybe?
T-Rod:
Could be…ME also reported semi-fresh bruising on her thighs and ribs…puts it to
about two days old. There was also some vaginal bruises and tearing.
Baldwin: A Glock
doesn’t nessarly mean a cop.
Greg:
Yeah…but Mrs. Gonzalez said she saw something shiny on the perps chest…dark
clothes…thick belt…startin’ to look like a cop.
Baldwin:
Any seamen?
T-Rod:
Negative on that.
Greg: This
is gonna suck. What about prints?
T-Rod: I’ll
have latent put a rush on it now that it’s lookin’ like a cop maybe involved.
You find Janet Schwab yet?
Baldwin: We
were headin’ there next.
T-Rod:
Alright…go see her and check in with me…I’ll call latent right now.
Greg:
Thanks boss.
Greg and Baldwin pass Andy and
Connie on their way out. John hands Connie a few message slips as she heads for
the locker room.
Andy: (To
Greg) Howzitgoin’?
Greg:
Looking ugly Andy…possibility of a cop bein’ involved.
Andy: That
sucks.
Baldwin:
Got that right.
Andy takes a seat at his desk and
waits for Connie before going to see T-Rod.
Connie:
(Coming out of the locker room to Andy) Hey…we got a hit on some prints from
the apartment.
Andy:
Yeah…who’s?
Connie:
Adam Moser.
Andy: The
ex-boyfriend? He got a record?
Connie:
No…he’s bonded…works at a bank over on Madison.
Andy:
(Noticing the message slips) Anything else?
Connie:
Yeah…this Raymond Schaff…his alibi pans out. He was in the money room all night
form 6pm to 2am with two other guys.
Andy: Go
see the boss and then Moser?
Connie:
Yeah…sounds good. Umm…could we call this Moser in? I’m starving. I’d like to
get something to eat.
Andy: Yeah
sounds good. C’mon.
After filling in T-Rod, Andy calls
Adam Moser. He agrees to come in and see them around two. Andy and Connie head
out to grab some lunch. They settle on a deli around the corner from the house.
Connie has a turkey club and Andy has a roast beef hoagie. They sit in a booth
in the back.
Andy:
So…ah…I was thinkin’…
Connie:
(Smiling) I thought I smelled wood burning.
Andy:
Funny…anyways…about this weekend…I was…ah…thinkin’…we could spend some time
together…that is…if you want to.
Connie: Yeah…I
want to. (Reaching across the table taking his hand in hers) I would love
nothing more than to spend the weekend together with you…alone together.
Andy:
(Looking into her eyes and nodding yes) Yeah…sounds nice.
The rest of the lunch conversation
was light and general.
12:30pm
Soho
Greg and Baldwin find Janet Schwab
in a small boutique and invite her to take a walk with them.
Janet:
(After lighting up a smoke) So…what’s so secret we hadda take a walk to talk
about?
Greg: You
know Laura Volpe?
Janet:
Yeah…we dated for a while.
Greg: …but
not anymore?
Janet:
Yeah…not anymore…what’s up?
Baldwin:
Where were you this morning around 8am?
Janet:
(After taking a long drag) I got in here at 6am…we got a big show this weekend
and I needed to look over some of the clothes we had picked out. Ask Dotty…she
was here with me. (Taking another drag and letting it out slowly) And not
another question till you tell me what’s up?
Greg: Laura
Volpe was shot and killed in her apartment this morning.
Janet:
What?
Greg: You
heard me…
Janet: No
way…no way…
Baldwin:
Why’d you and Laura break up?
Janet:
What?
Baldwin:
Janet…quit draggin your heels…
Janet:
Sorry if I’m in shock over hearin’ my old girlfriend is dead…(flicking her
smoke in the street) We broke up cause she was cheatin’ on me.
Greg: With
who?
Janet: Some
black chick. I caught them together about a month ago.
Baldwin:
Piss you off did it?
Janet: Yeah
pissed me off…not enough to kill her though. Oh man…
Greg: How’d
you two leave it?
Janet: I
told her to make a choice…and she did…and it wasn’t me…end of story.
Baldwin:
So…you just walked away?
Janet: Yeah…I
guess I did…plenty of other fish in the sea. I hate bein’ lied to and I hate
bein’ cheated on…been down that road one time too many.
Greg:
Janet…if this was a crime of passion…we can help you…but if your givin’ us a
bullshit story…well then…your on your own.
Janet:
Look…I didn’t kill Laura…I was here all morning. If you want to run that test
for gunpowder on me…go right ‘head…besides, I wasn’t in love with her…I just
liked her.
Greg: What
can you tell us about this new girl she was seein’?
Janet: I
saw her once in a bar with Laura. She’s kinda butch…roughneck type.
Baldwin:
That’s a big help.
Janet:
Hey…sorry I didn’t take notes.
Baldwin:
What bar?
Janet:
Marky D’s…over on 7th.
Greg: Would
you recognize her if you saw her again?
Janet: Maybe…it
was dark…couldn’t say for sure.
Greg: Laura
didn’t happen to mention what this girl did for a livin’ did she?
Janet: No…I
wasn’t that interested.
Baldwin:
Now when we go ask Dotty if you were this morning…she’s not gonna lie for you
is she?
Janet:
No…we ain’t that close. Check the phone records…I was on the phone with a Lenny
Degan in Philly for the better part of an hour finalizing a deal.
Baldwin: We
will.
Janet:
knock yourself out…we done?
Greg:
Yeah…for now.
Janet:
(Sarcastically) Have a nice day.
2:15pm
Squad room
Adam Moser arrives and Andy and
Connie take him to the coffee room.
Connie:
So…Adam…how long you and Clifford Richards been together?
Adam: We’re
not…anymore that is.
Connie:
Why’s that?
Adam: He’s
married now.
Andy: That
rub you the wrong way Adam?
Adam:
Interesting choice of word detective. (Leaning toward Andy) You like
being rubbed?
Andy:
Answer the question.
Adam:
(Looking away from Andy) No…not in the least.
Andy: You
ever been arrested Adam?
Adam: I’m
thinkin’ you already know the answer to that one.
Andy:
(Getting pissed) Oh, yeah…well see if you can figure out what I’m thinkin’ now?
Adam:
(Leaning towards Andy again and in a whispered voice) You’re thinking I’m a
flaming faggot…
Andy: No…wrong…I’m
thinkin’ you’re a flamin’ asshole.
Adam:
Homophobe…
Andy:
(Shaking his head and looking away) Ppsshh…
Connie:
Ok…ok…chill…both of you…Adam, how long were
you together?
Adam: For
about five years…off and on…more on than off.
Connie: So,
when he told you he was getting married…that didn’t bother you?
Adam: For a
bit…then I got over it. Besides…I knew it would never last.
Andy: How’d
you know that Adam?
Adam:
(Returning his attention back to Andy) Because, detective, Clifford is gay.
The whole marriage thing was a joke. Is this why I’m here?…is he in trouble
because he finally got caught?…and now he needs me to bail him out?
Connie:
No…Clifford was found dead in his apartment this morning.
Adam: WHAT?? (Jumping out of his chair)
Connie:
Adam…sit down…
Andy Oh
boy…here we go…
Adam:
Excuse me?
Andy: Sit
down Adam!
Adam: Oh my
God…I can’t believe it…(walking around the table)…for real? Clifford is dead?
Oh…My…God…NOOO!!
Adam collapses onto the table in a
fit of hysterics. Andy backs away rubbing his head and looking to Connie. She
shrugs her shoulders at Andy. They give Adam a few minutes to get himself
together. Adam finally sits back down at the table. Connie offers him a cup of
water. He finally collects himself enough to go on with the question.
Connie:
Adam? Can we continue?
Adam:
(Nodding his head ) Yes…sorry.
Connie:
What can you tell us about his wife, Claudia?
Adam: Not
too much.
Connie:
Anything would be of a great help.
Adam: (Tuning
his back to Andy) Well…I know he met her while he was working on a case. She
told him some story about being hunted by these drug guys in Jamaica and she
was having a real hard time getting her card.
Connie: Was
it his idea to get married or hers?
Adam: I
think she lead him in that direction…Clifford would never had come up with
something like that.
Connie: Do
you know if she has any family here in the city?
Adam: Why
aren’t you talking with her?
Connie:
Cause we can’t find her…
Adam:
(Leaning towards Connie) Do ya think she was tellin’ the truth then? That
someone was after her?
Connie: We
don’t know Adam…that’s why we’re talking to as many people as we can.
Adam: I
told him not to do it…I just had a bad feeling about something like this happening.
But he told me it would just be for a short time…till she could get her act
together…(looking up at the ceiling) Why didn’t you listen to me Clifford? Why?
Connie:
(Slowly loosing her patience) Adam? Focus here for me…do you know if she has
any family here in the city?
Adam: Let
me think…(long pause) I seem to remember Clifford saying something about a
brother.
Connie: Do
you remember where this brother might live or hang out or whatever?
Adam: He
had an odd name…umm…oh I can’t think right now…umm…Clifford went to meet the
brother in Queens, that I know for sure. You should ask the super of Clifford’s
building.
Andy: Why’s
that?
Adam:
(Still with his back to Andy) Because he and Claudia hit it off.
Connie: And
you know this how?
Adam: Clifford
told me.
Connie:
When?
Adam: ‘bout
a month ago. We met for lunch one afternoon. I just wanted to touch base and
make sure he was doing ok.
Connie: And
Clifford told you…?
Adam: He
said Claudia and the super were hitting it off well together. They would go
shopping and sit on the stoop together…stuff like that. See…she didn’t work and
I guess he didn’t have much to do…so…
Andy: Did
Clifford think they were havin’ an affair?
Adam:
(Still not looking at Andy) No.
Connie: Ok
Adam…I have a few standard questions to ask and I think we’ll be done.
Adam: Fine.
Ask away.
Connie:
Where were you on Monday night between 6 an midnight?
Adam: Oh my
gosh…just like on TV…
Connie:
Adam? Please…
Adam: Ok…I
was bartending over at Justa.
Andy: (Taken
aback) Justa Tavern? Over on Millwood?
Adam:
(Finally looking at Andy) Know it?
Andy: Yeah.
Adam:
Funny…(smiling) I never saw you in there…I’m there every Monday, Thursday and
Friday…5pm till closing. I’m guessing it’s not your kinda bar?
Andy: You’d
be guessin’ right.
Adam:
(Turning back to Connie) Anything else?
Connie: I
think we’re done here. Thank you for your time. I’ll ask that you stay
reachable in case I need you for something else.
Adam:
(Getting up and extending his hand to Connie) It’s been a pleasure speaking
with you. (Pulling her closer to
whisper) Him on the other hand…he needs to learn some manners.
Connie:
Adam…lets just leave it at that…ok?
Adam:
(Turning to look at Andy as he walks out the door) Fine.
Connie: (To
Andy) Go back at the super?
Andy:
Yeah…let me go freshen’ up on my interrogation manners first.
Connie rolls her eyes as she follows
Andy out to the squad room.
3pm
Squad room
All the detectives are at their desk
either doing paper work or returning phone calls.
Connie:
Moser’s alibi checks out. That was his boss.
Andy: The
super is on his way in.
Connie: You
still have to meet with your guy from Immigration…right?
Andy:
Yeah…Patterson should be here before end of business today. You hear ‘bout the
phone dumps yet?
Connie:
That’s my next call.
Andy:
Remember to be nice now.
Connie shakes her head as she dials.
T-Rod:
(Coming out of his office) Greg…Baldwin…see you two for a minute?
Greg:
What’s up?
T-Rod:
Latent just called. Prints in the apartment come back to an Arlene
Polo…corrections officer.
Greg: What
the hell…?
Baldwin:
Son of a bitch?
Greg: We’re
gonna have to bring IAB into this.
T-Rod: They
already are.
Baldwin:
What? How?
T-Rod: Capt.
Martens just called…he’s on his way up to fill you in.
Greg:
Great…just great.
Baldwin:
It’ll be ok Greg…
Greg: I
hate dealin’ with them.
T-Rod:
Martens is an alright guy…you can trust him.
Greg:
Whatever…when is he comin’?
T-Rod:
Should be here within the hour.
Baldwin:
(To Greg) Lets get our stuff together…one step at a time Greg.
T-Rod:
(Standing at Jr’s desk) What’s up with you two?
Andy looks over at Connie. She nods
for him to fill in the boss.
Andy: So
far everyone checks out. We called the super back in…seems he forgot to tell us
about him and the wife hittin’ it off.
T-Rod: They
sleepin’ together?
Andy: Nah…I
don’t think so…but he knows more that he told us this morning.
Connie: (To
T-Rod and Andy) That was the phone dump…last call out from Richards apartment
was at 4pm Monday to a Weber Andrews in Queens.
Andy: Could
be the brother Moser was talkin’ ‘bout.
Connie:
Yeah…got the address. What about the super?
Andy: Let’s
go see the brother first. (To T-Rod) If the super shows up before we get back,
could you have Josh keep him company?
T-Rod:
Sure…you want to take back up with you?
Connie:
Nah…we’ll be fine mon’.
Andy:
(Walking out together) What the hell was that?
Connie:
Just practing my Jamaican accent? No good?
Andy: Keep
workin’ on it.
3:30
Squad room
Capt. Martens is greeted in the
catching area by T-Rod.
T-Rod:
Medavoy and Jones are in the coffee room.
Martens:
Thanks, will you be joining us?
T-Rod: Yeah…in
a minute. Go ‘head in.
Martens:
Afternoon detectives.
Greg:
Captain.
Baldwin:
Afternoon.
Martens:
I’ll wait till the boss gets here…if that’s ok with you?
Baldwin:
Fine.
Greg: Good.
All three sit in an uncomfortable
silence for a few minutes.
T-Rod:
Sorry…
Martens: No
problem. Gentlemen…yesterday morning, Laura Volpe came to see me in my office.
She told me she was sexually assaulted by Arlene Polo.
Greg: When
did this happen?
Martens:
Monday night.
Baldwin: Did
she seek medical treatment?
Martens:
Yeah…she was seen by a doctor over at Bellevue.
Greg: So
there’s a document.
Martens:
Yes…she gave me the paper work…I made a copy for you. (Handing the papers to
Greg) We’ve been looking for Polo since yesterday. I had no idea she was
capable of something like this.
Greg: She
was violated with a nightstick and a gun? That’s sick.
Martens:
She was also beaten with the nightstick.
Baldwin:
Yeah…we just got the ME’s report.
Greg: What
prison is Arlene Polo workin’ at?
Martens:
She was at Sing Sing for the better part of six years…she transferred to Rikers
two months ago.
T-Rod: Why
the sudden transfer?
Martens:
The officials there were running a private investigation on some of the guards
on the teers…Polo got wind of it and transferred out before they could start
lookin’ into her.
Baldwin:
What was the investigation?
Martens:
Some of the prisoners were complaint about abuse from the guards.
Greg: Don’t
they always?
Martens: There’s
a new warden up there…guess he wanted to get their trust as quickly as
possible…so he ran an internal investigation.
T-Rod: He
get anything?
Martens: A
few things…abuse, drug running, protection and prostitution. Polo’s name came
up in each one. She made a lot of friends up there. Some who have since been
released. Someone got word to her at Rikers about the findings. She took a few
vacation days, that’s when she started goin’ off the deep end. (Looking away
from the detectives for a second or two) We think someone in our office got
word to her about Laura Volpe’s complaint…that’s when she went after Vople.
Baldwin:
And now she’s in the wind?
Martens:
Yep…we’ve looked everywhere for her.
Greg: what
about the new releases? Any luck there?
Martens:
We’ve been concentrating on where she lives and hangs out…the list for the new
released has about twenty names on it. I was wondering if you would be
interested in giving us a hand with that?
Baldwin: I
got no problem with that.
Greg: Same
here.
Martens:
Thanks. How’s the case going?
Greg: So
far, everyone we’ve spoken to has cleared. We didn’t know we were lookin’ for a
guard till about an hour ago.
Martens:
Sorry ‘bout that…we had to make sure ourselves before we released that
information. Mind if I take a look at the paper work so far?
Baldwin:
Here it is…(handing him the folder).
Martens: Ok
if I use your office Lutenit?
T-Rod: Make
yourself at home.
Martens:
Thanks.
Greg:
(After Martens leaves the room) I still don’t trust them…IAB that is.
Baldwin:
Relax Greg. C’mon…lets go take a walk while he’s readin’ over the file.
Greg:
Yeah…ok.
T-Rod:
Don’t be too long…
Greg: Right
boss.
3:45pm
Queens
Andy: (To
Connie) What’s this…the tenth door we’ve knocked on…we ain’t gonna get squat
from these people.
Connie:
This could be the one…(knocking harder on the door) you never know.
Andy: I know we ain’t gonna get what we
came for…that’s for damn sure. I mean…lookit this place…music blastin’…you can
smell the pot a mile away, give me a break…this is a huge waste of time, I’m
tellin’ ya…they probably got some kinda phone thing goin’…don’t answer the
door, the cops are here…ppsshh…
Connie:
You’re just a bundle of positive energy aren’t you?
Andy:
Yeah…whatever…lets go…this is makin’ me crazy…
Connie:
(Walking out behind him) Jamaican you crazy….
Andy:
(Stopping and looking at her) Whad you say?
Connie:
(Looking him in the eyes) Jamaican you crazy…c’mon…now that’s funny.
Andy stands and stares at her with a
deep frown on his mug.
Connie: (As
she walks past him) C’mon…I know you’re laughin’ on the inside. THAT was
funny…you gotta give me that one…(poking him with the antenna of the radio)
That was funny…
Andy:
(Watching her walk down the steps) Yeah…I’m bustin’ a gut on the inside…you
havin a good time here?
Connie:
(Stopping and looking up at him) Ya mon…(continuing down the steps laughing at
herself)
Andy:
(Walking down behind her) I think the second hand pot smoke has gotten to you.
Connie continues on her way
whistling the tune Jammin’.
4:15pm
Squad room
As Andy and Connie enter the squad,
they see Capt. Martens leaving T-Rod’s office.
Andy:
(Quietly to Connie) This can’t be good.
Connie: IAB?
Wonder what that’s all about?
Andy: (At
his desk) Martens…howzitgoin’?
Martens:
(Walking to the catching area) Careful…I just might tell you…
Andy: (To
T-Rod) What’s that all about?
T-Rod: Greg
and Baldwin’s case…corrections officer involved in the murder of Laura Volpe.
Connie:
That’s gotta suck.
T-Rod: Big
time…how’d you make out?
Connie: No
one answered their doors…I’m gonna call over to Queens and give them a heads up
we’re looking for this guy…see if they have any luck.
T-Rod:
Sounds good…the super is in the pokey when your ready.
Connie:
Thanks…(to Andy) give me minute to call Queens and we’ll go see Parks?
Andy: Yep…
After a few minutes, they make their
way to the pokey.
Andy: (To
Parks) Well, William…I hope we didn’t take you away from anything important…
Parks:
Nah…I was just…
Andy:
Lookin’ for a new shoppin’ buddy…or maybe someone new to sit on the stoop with.
Parks:
What?
Connie:
Playing dumb isn’t going to help William…we know about your relationship with
Claudia Richards.
Parks: Huh?
Andy: (To
Connie) I don’t think William is playin’…I think he’s naturally dumb.
Parks: Slow
down here…what’s goin’ on?
Andy: Did I
or did I not ask you this morning if you had any information on Claudia
Richards?
Parks: You
did and I told you…
Connie: (To
Andy) Yeah…just leaving out the small part about how they would go shopping
together and sit on the stoop for hours at a time…
Parks:
WHOA…WHOA…
Andy:
(Looking at Parks) Whad you loose a horse or somethin’?
Parks:
No…no…just hold on…
Connie: Go
‘head…
Parks: Once
or twice we went to the market…but that just kinda happened…we didn’t plan to
go together…
Andy: And I
guess you didn’t plan on sitting on the stoop together either?
Parks: Look…she
just seemed real lonely is all…she’d sit there for hours at a time some days…I
was just bein’ a nice guy and…
Andy:…you
two sleepin’ together?
Parks:
(Almost jumping out of his skin) NO WAY MAN…NO WAY…
Connie:
William…little hint here…when someone reacts like that…the way you just did…we
tend not to believe them…
Parks:
(More settled) Look…all I was doin’ was sittin and talkin to her…that’s
it…nothing else…
Andy: (Not
believing him) And?
Parks: And
what?
Andy: And?
Parks:
Ok…ok…once she offered me some dope…
Andy: She
toss in a free lay while she was at it?
Parks:
No…absolutely not…
Connie: In
all these once or twice chance meetings and the times you kept her company, did
she ever mention her family?
Parks:
Yeah…she has a brother over in Brooklyn.
Andy:
(Looking at Connie) What about her family in Queens?
Parks:
No…her brother was there till some one came looking for him in the middle of
the night…then he went to Brooklyn. He’s who she was having the argument with
that I told you about…
Connie:
William…the last call out on Claudia’s phone was to a Weber Andrews in
Queens…on Monday…now your telling us he’s in Brooklyn?
Parks:
Yeah…he’s shackin’ up with some chick…
Connie: How
do you explain the phone call?
Parks:
Beats me…maybe he was cleanin’ out the place when she called. How am I supposed
to know? Did you check her cell?
Connie:
(Pissed at the oversight) You mighta mentioned that sooner. Do you have the
number?
Parks: No.
Connie: So
when we check your phone records…we’re not gonna find something?
Parks:
No…you won’t…besides…why would I call her when she lived in the building?
Connie:
(More pissed for asking a stupid question) We better not…
Andy:
(Helping her out) What were they arguing about?
Parks: I
swear…they were talkin’ Jamaican…I couldn’t understand them.
Connie:
After he left…did you go see what was wrong?
Parks: No…I
was gonna, but then her old man came home.
Connie:
William…where would she go to…say…get away from it all?
Parks: There’s
a little Jamaican club over on 23rd street…
Andy: Name?
Parks: It
doesn’t have a name…its one of those social type places…there’s a Jamaican flag
on the front door…she talked me into going with her one afternoon.
Connie: You
coulda told us all of this when we talked to you this morning…instead of having
us waste our time.
Parks:
Look…I was too freaked out this morning…she told me about the guys who were
lookin’ for her in Jamaica…I thought they mighta found her and…I was too
freaked out is all.
Andy: When
her and the brother were arguing…who did most of the yellin’?
Parks: He
did…she seemed to be trying to calm him down…least that’s how I read it. Am I
in trouble here or what?
Andy:
(Looking at Connie for an answer) We’ll see.
Connie: Go
home…stay where we can find you.
Parks:
Right…thanks.
Connie:
(Pissed) I cannot believe I forgot to check for a cell…son-of-a-bitch (kicking
a chair)
Andy: Shit
happens…
Connie:
Damn it…
Andy:
Connie…relax…it’ll all work out.
Connie: (Seeing
the irony) Sure, kettle…
Andy:
(Smiling) Guess you’re startin’ to have an influence on me…
Connie:
(Walking past him while running her hand down his back) Here’s hopin’…
They meet up with Greg and Baldwin
in the squad room.
Greg: You
guys busy?
Andy:
(Looking at his watch) Why…what’s up?
Baldwin: We
were wonderin’ if you could give us a hand looking for Arlene Polo?
Andy: I’m
waiting to meet with my guy from Immigration…he should be here soon.
Connie: (On
the phone) Give me a minute…
Andy: She’s
lookin to dump a cell…leave us a few names and we’ll see what we can do.
Greg:
Thanks Andy…much appreciated.
Andy: (To
John) Do you think you could sit with Theo for a bit tonight?
John:
Sure…no problem.
Andy:
Thanks. We’ll get on this right after I see my guy.
Baldwin:
Thanks…we’ll be on the air.
Andy:
Right…
5:15pm
Coffee room
Andy and Connie are in the coffee
room, standing by the window waiting to hear from TARU and waiting for Mark
Patterson.
Andy: You sure
you’re up for lookin’ for this corrections officer later?
Connie: I
get to spend more time with you, right?
Andy:
(Smiling) Yep…lucky you.
Connie:
(Placing her hand on his shoulder) Got that right…
Mark: (From
the entry of the coffee room) YO…SIPMAN!
Andy:
(Startled) Patterson…you ever hear of knockin’?
Mark:
Right…the door was open. Can’t help it you not behavin’ yourself…(laughing)
Andy:
(Embarrassed) Sit down Patterson…
Mark:
(Extending his hand to Connie) Excuse my friends poor manners…I’m Mark
Patterson.
Connie:
(Shaking his hand) Hi…Connie McDowell.
Mark:
So…how ya been Andy?
Andy: Good…
Mark: (To
Connie) He treatin’ you good?
Connie:
Yeah…
Mark: Cause
you know…we’re always lookin’ for good help over at Immigration.
Andy:
Patterson…
Mark:
(Holding up his hands) Ok…ok…I had my fun…now, (setting up his laptop) we’ll
get to work. Name?
Andy:
Claudia Richards…ah…marriage records show her maiden name was Andrews.
Mark:
(After typing in the information) Huummm….not seeing anything. Let me
try….(typing in something else)…nope. If she’s here, she got in under the
radar. I have a Weber in Queens and a Johanna in the Bronx…but that’s it. Hey,
hold on…
Connie:
What?
Mark:
Weber’s visa expired two months ago.
Connie:
Source we have has him shaking up with a woman in Brooklyn. We were at the
Queens address this afternoon and got no response. (Thinking) What’s the
relationship between Johanna and Weber?
Mark: Says
here…she his aunt.
Connie:
She’s passed…a few months ago.
Mark:
OK…thanks for the heads up. (Winking at Connie) See how well we work together?
Sure you don’t want to come over to Immigration?
Connie:
(Blushing slightly) Sure…ah…(to Andy) guess we have to wait to hear form TARU
on the phone dump…hope we get something from there.
Mark:
What’s up with this girl anyways?
Connie: Her
husband was found murdered this morning and she’s in the wind…we’re getting
pretty much the same story from the people we interview…drug dealers were after
her, she ended up here…got herself married and here we are.
Mark: The
husband a US citizen?
Connie:
Yeah…
Mark: Hold
on while I switch gears here…(typing something into the laptop) Husbands name?
Connie:
Clifford Richards. What’s up?
Mark: Just
checkin’ something with a buddy over at Social Security…
Connie:
That’s where the husband worked…
Mark: That
right…(typing)…here we are…
Connie:
What?
Mark:
Checking to see who the death benefit go to…hold on…who the hell is Adam Moser?
Connie: He
and Richards were…umm…lovers…on and off according to Moser. (Thinking) How much
we looking at here?
Mark: Just
enough to bury you…less than a thousand. He probably never intended to change
it…so this marriage this was a beard?
Connie:
Yeah…umm…what about the IRS?
Mark: Good question,
but no. You need a Social Security number to collect anything from anywhere…so…
Connie:
Damn it…(a phone rings in the squad)…ohhh…maybe that’s TARU…excuse me.
Mark:
(Packing up his laptop) Sorry Andy…wish I coulda been more of a help to you.
Andy:
Appreciate the effort…thanks.
Mark:
(Looking Andy over) You’re lookin’ good Andy…
Andy: Must
be doin’ somethin’ right…
Mark:
(Throwing a nod in the direction of the squad) I have me suspensions laddie…
Andy: Keep
them to yourself you goofy Irishman…
Mark:
(Laughing) Whatever…be well Andy (extending his hand to Andy) and if I can be
of anymore help…you got the number.
Andy:
(Shaking hands) Thanks again…
Andy walks out with Mark. Connie is
still on the phone.
Connie: (
On the phone) Could you hold for one second? Thanks…Mark…(extending her hand to
him) Thanks so much for your time and effort on this.
Mark:
(Shaking her hand) No problem…(pulling her closer and whispering) take good
care of him…he’s one of the good ones.
Connie: (A
little confused) Yeah…will do.
Connie returns to her phone call.
Andy walks Mark to the top of the stairs. After exchanging good-byes, Andy
returns to find Connie still on the phone. He takes a seat at his desk and
waits for her to finish her call.
Connie: (On
the phone) Alright, thanks…you have a good night. (to Andy) Ok…here we
go…Starting on Monday noontime…four call to a number in Brooklyn…here’s the
address…Karen Boxer…been popped a few times for minor drug offenses. Then
starting at 6pm the same night…three more calls. Nothing till Tuesday afternoon
to an address on 23rd Street…
Andy: The
club…
Connie:
…right…then on Wednesday three calls to Brooklyn again.
Andy: Ok
then…Brooklyn it is…(putting on his jacket) See… told you it would all work
out…(smiling) you should try an relax more…
Connie:
(Lightly slapping him with her note pad) Yeah…I’ll keep that in mind. Stop
upstairs and get a picture of Boxer?
Andy:
Sounds good.
When they arrive at the Brooklyn
address, no one answers. They knock on a few doors and get very little
information from the neighbors. No one seem to know the where a bouts of Karen
Boxer. After and hour of speaking to the neighbors, they decide to have
undercover sit on the house. Andy gives them a picture of Boxer. They return to
the car. Andy radios Greg and Baldwin and fills them in on their situation.
Andy:
Alright Medavoy…we’ll meet you there.
Connie:
(Driving) They having any better luck?
Andy:
Nah…this broad must be layin’ real low.
Connie:
Where we meeting them?
Andy: Anne
and 12th.
Connie:
Ugly neighborhood.
Andy:
Yeah…they said they’d wait for us to get there.
Connie:
Mind if I make a quick stop…I need something to eat.
Andy: Sure,
no problem.
Connie:
(Stopping at a bodega) Want anything?
Andy: (To
himself: just you) Ah…a Coke…thanks…
Connie returns to the car with a
sack of snacks, a bottle of water for her and a Coke for Andy. As they near the
meeting area, Connie sees a black woman running down the street towards them.
Looking up the street, she sees Baldwin and Greg giving chase. Connie cuts the
car in front of the woman, blocking her path. The woman runs into the side of
the car. Andy jumps out, with gun drawn and holds her in place. Greg and
Baldwin are close behind.
Andy:
Connie…your gonna have to frisk her…we can’t do it.
Connie: Ok…
Greg: Good
timin’ guys.
Andy: I
thought you were gonna wait till we got here.
Baldwin:
She just walked out of the house. Had no choice.
Connie begins frisking the suspect,
starting at her ankles. She moves her way up and finds a Glock tucked in the
back of the suspects paints. Connie hands the gun to Greg and continues on.
When she is done, Andy has Connie hold the suspect down by the neck while he
cuffs her. The sweat on the back of the suspects neck causes Connie to slip
off. The suspect then clenches her teeth onto Connies arm and bites down very
hard, breaking the skin.
Connie:
SON-OF-A-BITCH…LET GO…
Andy smacks the back of the suspects
head and she releases Connie.
Connie:
SON-OF-A-BITHCH…OH MAN THAT HURTS…
Andy:
(Handing the suspect off to Baldwin) Put her in the car.
Greg:
Should we call for a bus?
Connie:NO…NO…It’ll
be fine…no bus.
The suspect, Arlene Polo, tries to
kick Baldwin in the privates. He pushes her up against the car and gives her a warning.
As he opens the door to the car, she refuses to get in. Baldwin pushes down on
the back of her neck to help her into the car. She puts up a fight. Greg goes
over to get her by the feet and helps Baldwin throw her into the back of the
car. In doing so, they catch her head on the frame of the car, causing a deep
cut to the surface. Then Polo begins to kick at the back of the seats. She
turns herself around and starts kicking at the window. Fearing she may break
the window, Andy suggests they hog-tie her. Instead, they use the remaining
cuffs to shackle her.
Greg:
SHIT…now we gotta call a bus.
Baldwin:
I’ll call for it.
Greg returns to see Andy and Connie.
Andy: (To
Greg) Get the first-aid kit outta the trunk…
Connie:
Mother…does this hurt…
Andy:
(Looking at the wound) You may need stitches…it’s bleedin’ pretty good.
Connie:
AAHH Shit…no…you think?
Andy: We’ll
see….when was you last Tetanus shot?
Connie: God
only knows…
Andy: Then
I think we should go to the hospital…besides…you don’t know what she may
have…better to be safe than sorry.
Connie: GOD
DAMN IT…
Baldwin:
(To Andy) Want I should call for two?
Andy:
(Looking at Connie) Whaddaya think?
Connie:
(Letting out a HUGE sigh) Go ‘head…FUCK!
Greg:
(Handing Andy the first-aid kit) Here.
Andy:
(Looking through the kit) When was the last time this was used…only thing in
here is Band-Aids…
Connie: See
if there’s some peroxide or alcohol wipes in there.
Andy: Here
we go.
He holds her arm very tenderly and
softly begins to wipe at the bite.
Connie:
Andy…be careful…you’re getting blood on you…ouch…that stings.
Andy: (Not
paying attention) Just be still…(looking into her eyes and blowing softly on
the bite) how’s that?
Connie:
(Looking into his eyes and smiling) Better…thanks.
Within a few minutes, two ambulances
arrive along with three sector cars. Baldwin and Greg talk with the Paramedics.
This allows Andy and Connie a few minutes alone.
Andy: You
want me to ride over with you?
Connie:
What about the car?
Andy: I’ll have
one of the uniforms take it back.
Connie:
Then how we gonna get home?
Andy:
Ok…I’ll drive over and meet you at the hospital.
Connie:
Great…four hours in the emergency room…another four hours of paper work.
Andy:
You’re the one who said you wanted to spend time with me…
Connie:
Yeah…you sure know how to show a girl a good time.
Andy: (Just
before the Paramedic comes to see Connie) You behave yourself at the hospital
and I’ll see ‘bout getting you some ice cream for the ride home, ok?
Connie: (Blushing
and smiling) Ok…
Andy: K…see
you in a bit…(cupping her cheek in his hand) Behave or no ice cream.
7:30pm
Belleview
Andy, Greg and Baldwin are in the
waiting area of the emergency room waiting for T-Rod and Capt. Martens. Andy
takes a minute to call John and explained the situation to him. John tells him
to take his time, there was no rush. A few minutes later the boss’s arrive.
Greg and Baldwin speak with Martens and Andy speaks with T-Rod, filling him in.
It’s not long before more brass show up.
Andy:
What’s with all the brass?
T-Rod: Call
went out as officer down…just making sure everything is alright.
Andy: She’s
gonna be pissed.
T-Rod:
She’ll get over it. How is she by the way?
Andy:
Good…pissed but good.
T-Rod: You
get her home?
Andy: Yeah.
T-Rod: Let
me go see what’s goin’ on…
Nurse:
Detective Sipowicz?
Andy:
Yeah…here.
Nurse: You
can go see Detective McDowell now if you like. Curtain area three.
Andy:
Thanks.
Andy finds Connie sitting on the
edge of her bed.
Andy: Hey.
Connie:
Hey…what’s goin’ on out there?
Andy:
Nothin’…just some brass and whatnot.
Connie:
BRASS?? What the hell?
Andy: Call
went out as officer down…must have been a mix up.
Connie:
Great.
Andy: How
you?
Connie: K…they…ah…gave
me some antibiotics and took some blood to…ah…test for AIDS and some other
stuff. Results should be back within 48 hours.
Andy:
(Seeing Connie is upset) You sure your ok?
Connie:
Yeah..its…
Andy: What?
Connie: Not
knowing…having to wait…and with a holiday weekend coming up it’s more likely to
be 84 hours before I hear something…and what if something shows up, then what?
Andy:
Connie…you’re getting a little ahead of yourself here.
Connie:
You’re not the one they’re testing for AIDS Andy.
Andy: It’s
gonna be fine…no sence getting all worked up over something you got no control
over…
Connie:
(Near tears) What if the test comes back positive?
Andy:
(Sitting beside her, placing his arm around her) Then we’ll take it one step at
a time. But for now…lets not put all our energy into negitive thought, alright?
Connie: (As
Andy wipes a tear away) K…
Andy:
(Holding her hand) You go to go?
Connie: I
have to wait to see the doc. Guess he has some meds for me.
Andy: You
hungry?
Connie: (Letting
out a large sigh) Yeah…I could go for something.
Andy: Stop
and get some take out?
Connie:
Yeah…sounds good. (Looking over at Andy and smiling) Ah…I seem to remember
someone promising me ice cream.
Andy: Yes I
did…and you shall.(Leaning in to kiss her on the forehead)
Doc.: (From
outside the curtain) Knock-knock.
Connie:
Yes?
Doc.: How
you feeling?
Connie:
Good.
Doc.:
Here’s a script for an antibiotic and one for pain…as needed on that one.
Here’s your release form. Keep the arm immobile for the next 24 hours and if
you want, stop in tomorrow and we’ll change the bandage for you…no extra cost.
Connie:
(Smiling) Thanks. Umm…about the test…
Doc.:
Standard procedure…we should know for sure in a day or so. I wouldn’t worry
though.
Connie: Why’s
that?
Doc.: We
ran a test on Officer Polo…so far it’s negative…chances are your will be too.
This is just to be safe though…
Connie: Ok
then…(to Andy) ready?
Andy:
Yeah…thanks doc…appreciate it.
Doc.: All
in a days work. Take care.
Andy and Connie make their way
through the crowd, stopping to talk to T-Rod.
Connie:
Thanks for coming down.
T-Rod: No
problem. Any restrictions?
Connie:
Just keep the arm immobile for a day…I’ll be in tomorrow.
T-Rod: It’s
ok if you’re not…we can get some help from Anti-Crime.
Connie:
No…I’ll be there. Thanks again.
Just as Andy and Connie are about to
walk out the doors of the hospital, shots go off. Instinctively, they reach for
their guns and look for cover. More shots are heard down the hall. After the last
shot, they make their way down the hall. Lying on the floor is Arlene Polo with
six bullet holes in her. The emergency crew rushes to her side and begin to
help her.
Andy: What
the hell happened here?
Nurse: She
said she needed to use the bathroom.
Greg: She
was supose to be shackled to the bed.
Nurse: She
said she was a cop and there was a mix up…
Greg: And
you didn’t check with anyone?
Nurse: She
showed me an ID card…
Martens:
What the hell?
Connie: She
didn’t have an ID card when I frisked her.
Andy:
Where’d she get the card?
Nurse: She
said it was in her shoe…I got it and looked at it…it looked real…
T-Rod:
Where’d she get the gun?
Nurse:
Anthony walked her to the bathroom.
Martens:
Who’s Anthony?
Nurse:
Security guard.
Connie bolts into the bathroom and
finds the security guard on the floor, bleeding from the chest.
Connie: We
need some help in here.
T-Rod: Who
fired their gun?
Two security guards step forward.
T-Rod : (To
Baldwin and Greg) Get them to a room and get their statements. All nonessential
people move to the waiting area…lets give these people some room to work.
Andy: (To
T-Rod) You need us here?
T-Rod:
No…you two go…there’s plenty of help here…go.
Connie: You
sure?
T-Rod:
Yes…go.
9pm
Connie’s
apartment
After getting her scripts filled and
picking up some dinner, Andy walks Connie up to her apartment.
Connie:
Come in for a bit?
Andy:
(Looking at his watch) Yeah…just for a bit.
Connie:
(Trying to unlock the door) Ah…
Andy: Here
let me do that.
Connie:
Thanks…it’s a little messy. I wasn’t expecting company.
Andy: Don’t
worry about it…I’m sure it’s fine.
Andy helps her to the couch and gets
her settled. He places the food and scripts on the table and puts the ice cream
in the freezer.
Andy:
Where’s the plates?
Connie:
Ah…cabinet over the sink.
Andy returns with plates, knives and
forks.
Andy:
Something to drink?
Connie:
Yeah…ice tea, please? Second shelf of the fridge…thanks.
Andy returns with the drinks and
sits down next to Connie on the couch. They divvy up the food and eat. When
they are done Andy cleans up and gives Connie some of her meds.
Andy: Feel
better?
Connie:
Yeah…thanks.
Andy: Ready
for your ice cream?
Connie:
Maybe later.
Andy sits next to Connie and places
his arm around her. Connie snuggles into his side, resting her wounded arm on
her chest.
Andy:
Comfortable?
Connie: Uh
huh…
Slowly and unconsciously, Andy lets
his fingers drift through her hair. Connie lets her free hand rest on Andy’s
lap, softly sliding it up and down his thigh. Andy starts to feel a little
something starting to stir. He leans down and kisses the top of her head. She
leans her head back to take a look at him. Her delicate, affectionate eyes undo
him. Without thinking, he leans down to kiss her. She backs up.
Andy:
(Frowning) Something wrong?
Connie:
(Sitting up) No…I…ah…just think we should…ah…wait to hear for sure is all.
Andy: Wait
for what?
Connie: The
results.
Andy:
Connie…
Connie:
(Standing up) I just think it would be wise to wait. To make sure is all.
Andy: Don’t
do this to yourself. The doctor didn’t think there was anything to worry about.
Connie:
(Looking down at the floor, speaking in a whispered voice) I’m scared Andy. And
when I’m scared…I can’t think straight…(looking up at him) can you understand
that? (Looking back down to the floor)
Andy:
(Placing his thumb under her chin and lifting her head up) Everything’s gonna
be fine…on that… I give you my word.
He cupped her cheek in his hand,
took a swim in her eyes then leaned in to kiss her. As he did the phone rang.
He stopped before he reached her lips. She stepped away from him to answer the
phone.
Connie:
Hello?…hey hi Rita. (Apologetically looking over to Andy) No I’m fine…really.
Andy picks up his jacket and slings
it over his shoulder.
Connie:
Rita, could I call you back in like five minutes?…Ok …good. (Hanging up the phone
and walking over to Andy) Sorry…
Andy: No
problem. I should get home and relieve John. (Placing his hand on her hip and
looking into her eyes) Call me later?
Connie:
(Hugging him around the neck with one arm) Yes…I promise. Thank you.
Andy: For
what?
Connie: For
everything…for your patience…your understanding…(kissing him on the cheek) for
the ice cream (whispering in his ear) and for you just being you (kissing his
ear)
Andy:
(Kissing her on the forehead) Call me.
Thursday
8am
Squad room
Andy arrives to an empty squad room.
He heads to the coffee room for his morning cup of coffee. As he sits down at
his desk, the phone rings.
Andy:
Sipowicz, 15th squad.
Connie:
Hey.
Andy:
Hey…you ok?
Connie:
Yeah…I…ah…the pain meds really knocked me out. I’m gonna be a little late
getting in. I just wanted to call.
Andy:
(Relieved) K…you need me to come pick you up? I was thinkin’…last night after
you called…how you were gonna drive with one arm? I was gonna call you back,
but you sounded tired and I was up early this mornin’ getting Theo ready for
his class trip…I didn’t want to disturb you…so I…ah …I’m ramblin’ here…
Connie:
(Letting out a small snicker) Aahh…ok…I hadn’t even thought about driving, so
maybe…yeah…I could use a ride.
Andy: Sure.
Need anything?
Connie:
No…I’m good.
Andy: See
you then.
Andy grabs a radio and makes his way
out. On the way he runs into T-Rod.
T-Rod:
What’s up?
Andy:
Connie needs a ride in.
T-Rod: She
gonna be able to work?
Andy:
Yeah…I’ll take care of any heavy liftin’.
T-Rod: You
sure?
Andy: I’ll
keep an eye on her…I’m on the air if you need me.
T-Rod:
Good.
When Andy arrives at Connie’s
apartment, she is waiting outside. He pulls over and gets out to open the door
for her.
Andy:
Hey…you sure you feel up to this? Boss said it’d be alright if you didn’t.
Connie:
(Standing in front of him) No…really…I’m fine. I just need a coffee to shake
the cobwebs loose is all.
Andy:
K…we’ll stop and get some on the way.
Connie: (Getting
in the car) Sounds good. A girl could get used to this.
Andy:
What’s that?
Connie:
Door to door service.
He closes the door and smiles as he
walks around to get back into the car. They stop at a bodega and get a couple
of coffee’s and a muffin for Connie.
Andy:
(Driving) Comfortable?
Connie:
Yeah…oh…I forgot to ask you…did Peter’s father call you last night?
Andy:
Yeah…all worked out. He’s gonna pick Theo up Friday night ‘bout seven.
Connie: I
bet Theo’s all excited, huh?
Andy: (To
himself:yeah…and his old man too)
That’s putting it mildly. (stopping at a red light) Listen…ah…Peter’s dad asked
if we’d (pointing back and forth between them) ah like to come to the cookout
on Sunday.
Connie:
(Sort of supprised) Really?
Andy:
Yeah…apparently Theo has been…ah …talkin’ ‘bout you…ah…and me.
Connie:
What do you think? I mean I’m always up for a cookout.
Andy:
(Driving) Yeah…I think itah…be nice. It’s just his family and a few friends he
said.
Connie: (Looking
over at him) Great…sounds like a nice time.
Andy: Good
then…
A call comes over the radio.
T-Rod: 15th
squad base to 15th squad.
Andy: 15th
squad here.
T-Rod:
Andy…undercover narcotics just informed me they picked up Karen Boxer in a
sweep. They’re bringing her here.
Andy: Roger
15th squad…on our way.
Connie: Hit
the ground running today.
Andy: Yep.
9am
Squad room
Connie and Andy arrive at the squad.
Karen Boxer has not arrived yet. Connie takes a seat at her desk and looks over
her messages. Andy goes to see T-Rod.
Andy:
What’s up
T-Rod:
There was a sweep at a known drug house around 7am this morning. When they went
to process the perps, undercover from last night was just getting in and
recognized Boxer. They’re on their way here with her. (Throwing a nod at
Connie) How is she?
Andy:
She’ll be fine.
Connie:
(Entering the T-Rod’s office) Morning boss…(to Andy) what’s up?
Andy: Just
findin’ out what’s what.
Connie: (To
T-Rod) What happened last night?
T-Rod: In a
nutshell? Suicide by cop. Polo wasn’t gonna go to prison…she made that clear
yesterday afternoon the way she acted when you guys grabbed her up. How’s the
arm?
Connie:
Fine. How’d the security guard make out?
T-Rod:
Critical/stable condition last I heard.
Andy: You
make out ok last night getting the other guards statements?
T-Rod:
Yeah, fine. Greg and Baldwin got them. No problem there.
Connie: I
still don’t know where that ID card came from.
T-Rod: She
had it in her shoe…no way you were gonna find that. She knew what she was
doin’…trust me.
Andy: How’d
she get the one guards gun?
T-Rod:
We’ll find out when he can tell us. From what it looks like…she hit him from
behind with a trash can then grabbed his gun…shot him while he was down on the
ground….then just started shootin’… knowin’ there was a tun of cops there…trust
me…she knew what was gonna happen. This absolutely does not reflect on you
Connie. You did your job…and she did her’s. You guys ready for Boxer?
Andy:
Yeah…she high?
T-Rod: They
didn’t say. (T-Rod’s phone rings) Excuse me.
As Andy and Connie return to their
desk, Greg and Baldwin enter the squad.
Andy: (To
Greg) Big night last night, huh?
Greg:
Yeah…what a mess. Boss fill you in?
Connie:
Yeah.
Baldwin: (Walking
up to Connie’s desk) Guess you won’t be pitchin’ tonight”
Connie:
(Smiling) Nope…(lightly smacking him with her note pad) Wiseguy.
Baldwin:
Seriously…hows the arm?
Connie:
Good.
Greg: You
guys need any help today…just holler…we’re just fillin’ out 5’s.
Andy:
Yeah…thanks.
John:
Morning detectives…sorry…the train was a mess this morning. (To Connie) How’s..
Connie:
(Cutting him off mid-sentence) Fine…thanks.
The phone rings.
John: 15th
detective squad? Thank you. (to Andy and Connie) Undercover is bringing up
Karen Boxer.
Andy:
Thanks. (to Connie) Ready?
Connie:
Yep…lets go.
Undercover brings Karen Boxer up to
the squad. They bring her to the pokey where Andy and Connie are waiting for her.
Karen is a bit twitchy, in need of a fix. Connie realizes they only have a
short time before they loose her to a full out jones.
Connie: Sit
down Karen.
Karen: This
all wrong…I was just walkin’ down…I was lookin’ for my dog and…
Andy:
That’s a new one…lookin’ for a dog…never heard that one before.
Karen: For
real…
Connie:
(Getting right in her face) What’s for real Karen is that you’re goin’ to jail
if you don’t come up with the right answers to our questions.
Karen:
(Shaking) Fine…ask away…
Andy:
(Taking a seat right next to Karen) Let’s start with how you know Claudia
Richards.
Karen:
(Looking puzzled) Who?
Connie: Not
a good start Karen.
Karen: No
really..who?
Connie:
Claudia Richards.
Karen:
(Trying to focus) Claudia…Claudia…I know a Claudia Andrews…but not Richards.
Connie:
Where do you know her from?
Karen:
She’s gotta brother I hang with sometimes.
Andy:
What’s the brothers name?
Karen:
Weber…I call him Kettle…(letting out a small laugh)…get it…Weber…Kettle?
Connie: Yeah…good
one…where is Weber by the way?
Karen: I
thought you were askin’ ‘bout Claudia?
Connie:
Good Karen…you’re payin’ attention…
Karen:
See…no problem…right?
Andy:
Karen…where is Weber?
Karen:
Let’s see…last time I saw him…was…
Connie:
Don’t lie and piss me off Karen.
Karen: I’m
not…last time I saw him was yesterday afternoon. He was waiting for a call from
his sister. He needed a place to crash for a few days…some guys he stiffed in a
deal came lookin’ for him…so I said yeah…since he had some dope…why not…right?
Andy: Good
thinkin’ Karen.
Connie:
When did Weber come to crash at your place?
Karen:
(Tapping her head) Think…think Karen…ummm…late Monday night.
Connie: How
late?
Karen:
Umm…I’m thinkin’ ‘bout 9 or 10…in around there.
Connie: And
did Claudia ever call Weber?
Karen:
Yeah…a few times.
Connie:
What’d they talk about?
Karen:
(Starting to bang her fist on her leg) Most of it was that crazy Jamaican
stuff…but…
Connie:
What Karen? What?
Karen: I
was in the kitchen and I guess he thought
I couldn’t hear…he said something about goin’ to the aunties place…no idea what
that was about.
Andy: The
aunt in the Bronx…stay here…let me call over there and see if they can find
her.
Karen:
(Banging a little harder on her lap) How we doin’ here?
Connie:
Hang in there Karen…we’re almost done.
Karen:
(Starting to rock back and forth) I sure hope so….
Connie:
((Holding Karen’s face in her hands) Just a little longer and you can go…ok?
Karen:
(Nodding her head yes) Can you get me some coffee? That might help a bit.
Connie:
Sure thing…as soon as the other detective comes back…
Time was running out fast for
Connie. She knew she had to get in a few more questions before Karen was gone
for good.
Connie:
Karen…how well do you know Claudia?
Karen: More
to just say hi to…she change her name or somethin’?
Connie: She
got married.
Karen:
Oh…musta been an oversight…me not getting an invitation.
Andy: (To
Connie) They’re sendin’ a car over to the aunt’s address. They’ll call us back
if they find anything.
Karen: How
long is that gonna take…I’m already late for an appointment.
Connie:
Karen…is there anything else you can tell us about Claudia and Weber? Anything…
Karen:
(Rocking back and forth) Like I said…I didn’t really know her…I knew her through
Weber.
Connie: If
I was to go out right now…where am I gonna find Weber?
Karen:
(Holding her stomach) Umm…shit…there’s so many places…
Connie:
Give me three…just three places to look.
Karen:
(Closing her eyes, trying not to get sick) Umm…the club..
Connie:
Over on 26th street?
Karen:
Yeah…umm…my place…
Connie:
C’mon Karen one more…one more…
Karen:
AAHH…AAHH…Woody’s…
Andy:
Woody's over on Fox Street?
Karen:
Yeah…he goes there sometimes…GOD…CAN I GO NOW?
Andy: (Looking
over to Connie) Let her go…somethins gonna pop…she’s not gonna be of any use to
us now.
Connie: Go
Karen…
Karen:
(Darting out of the room) God bless you both…
Connie: Now
what?
Andy: Let’s
send Medavoy and Jones over to the club… grab Lisa and Hank form Anti-Crime,
send them to the house and we’ll go to Woody’s.
Connie:
(Rubbing her temples) Alright…lets run it by the boss.
Andy:
(Taking a good look at her) You ok? You want to go home?
Connie:
No…just waiting for the pain killer to get out of my system…trying not to get
frustrated…its hot…my arm hurts… my stitches itch… am I bein’ a baby?
Andy:
Nope…but you don’t have to be a hero either…I’ll take you home right now if you
want.
Connie gets up from her seat, stands
right in front of Andy with a smirk on her face and pulls on his tie.
Connie: Oh
yeah…and let you grab all the glory…(walking away from him)
Andy:
(Walking out behind her) You got me…
Connie:
(Stopping dead in her tracks and turning to look at him) I had you from the
start… you just didn’t know it… I’ve just been waitin’ for you to figure it
out.
Andy:
(Looking deep into her eyes) Got that right.
They stand toe to toe, both trying
not to be the first one to crack a smile. She wanted to grab him and kiss him,
but knowing that wasn’t going to happen, she turned and walked to T-Rod’s
office. As soon as she turned her back, Andy smiled, broadly.
T-Rod gives the ok for what they
suggest.
11am
Woody’s
Tavern
Andy and Connie enter the bar and
take a look around. There were only three people sitting around. They ask
around about Weber. The bartender said he hadn’t seen in a few days. No one had
anything to offer. As they get back into the car, T-Rod calls to tell them Lisa
and Hank found Weber trying to break into the back of Karen’s house. They head
back to the house.
Andy:
(Taking a sideways look at Connie) You want to stop and get somethin’ to eat?
Connie:
Nah…I’m good.
Andy: Head
clearin’ up?
Connie:
Slowly but surely…ah…where was Theo going today?
Andy: Art
museum.
Connie:
Nice.
Andy: Stop
over and have dinner with us tonight? I’m sure I could us the help getting him
settled down.
Connie:
(Leaning her head on the window) Ok…pizza?
Andy:
Yeah…its too hot to cook.
Connie: I’m
just gonna close my eyes for a bit.
Andy reaches over and adjusts the
vents so the cool air from the air conditioner hits her just right. This
doesn’t go unnoticed. Connie reaches over and holds his hand on the ride back.
11:45am
Pokey
Hank is sitting in the pokey with
Weber, who looks rather agitated.
Andy:
(Taking the lead) Problem there Weber?
Weber: No
problem mon.
Andy: You
look a little outta sorts there.
Weber:
(Slouching in his seat) No mon…no problems.
Andy: You
got one real big problem there mon.
Weber:
What’s that?
Andy:
Where’s your sister Weber?
Weber: No
idea mon.
Andy: Say mon
again…and you’re gonna have some bigger problems…like eating through a
straw for a month…got ME mon?
Weber:
Yes…I gots you.
Connie: Where’s
your sister Weber?
Weber: How
should I know…she a big girl…
Andy:
Enough of this bullshit…Weber…your gone to jail. Now, it can be for the drugs
or for the expired visa or murder…your choice..
Weber:
Murder? What is this murder you speak of?
Andy: The
murder of your brother-in-law.
Weber: No
no no mon (covering up) sorry…sorry…I was not involved in any murder.
Connie:
(Lying through her teeth) Weber, you know what I like about apartment living?
Hum? It’s the nosy neighbors. They make our job so easy sometimes.
Weber:
What?
Connie: We
got ourselves one nosy neighbor…seen you and Claudia leaving together the night
of the murder…see what I mean?
Weber:
(Looking back and forth between them) I was not there.
Andy:
Ok…you stick with that…get up.
Weber: Why?
Andy: Cause
you’re gonna be the star in a line up. We’re gonna have the noisy neighbor come
in and have a look see at you…then your gone to jail for murder.
Weber: Now
hold on…hold on…
Connie:
Why?
Weber: Just
let me think here…
Connie: So
you can dick us around all day…no way…get up.
Weber: It
wasn’t all my fault.
Connie:
What’s that suppose to mean?
Weber:
Claudia…she…she called me after the fact.
Connie: Oh…
is that right?
Weber: Yes.
Connie:
What happened?
Weber: The
husband started talkin’ ‘bout a divorce…and she went off. Then she called me
for help. He was beating her…
Andy:
(Smacking him on the back of the head) No good Weber…try again.
Connie:
Let’s just put him in jail…I’m done with this.
Weber: Now
wait…
Connie: (Getting
right in his face) I’M DONE WAITING WEBER…
Andy: (To
Weber) Better start talkin’ there Weber…she’s not feelin’ too good today. I
wouldn’t piss her off any more that that.
Weber:
(Biting his bottom lip and thinking) See..
Connie: (In
his face again) WEBER….THE NEXT THING OUTTA YOUR MOUTH BETTER BE THE TRUTH.
Weber: He
was gonna divorce her…send her back to Jamaica.
Andy: Why?
Weber: He
didn’t want to do it any more. I offered him money…and he told me get lost. She
started hitting at him and then she ran to her room for her knife…I tried to
stop her.
Connie:
And?
Weber: She
cut me…look (lifting his shirt to show his cut) Clifford tried to run away, but
she stabbed him in the back…he fell and she started to choke him. He got free
and…and she stabbed him again.
Andy: And
you were where the whole time?
Weber:
Trying no to bleed on the rug.
Andy: Not
trying to stop her?
Weber:
She’s crazy…I just waited for her to stop.
Andy: Not a
good thing Weber.
Weber: I
was to die too? I don’t think so.
Connie:
Where is Claudia at?
Weber: I
sent her to our aunties old place.
Andy: In
the Bronx?
Weber: Yes.
(Looking down at the floor)
Connie:
What Weber?
Weber: She
was to stay there till things quieted down.
Connie:
Where Weber?
Weber: Back
to Jamaica.
Connie:
When?
Weber: Noon
flight…she got a fake passport.
Connie:
(Slamming her hand on the table) SHIT! Air Jamaica?
Weber: Yes.
Connie:
What name is she using?
Weber: Lucy
Brown.
Andy: Let
me call the airport.
Connie: (Not
believing him) Andy, wait…(to Weber) why would she go back if she knew people
there were looking to kill her?
Weber:
(Rolling his eyes) No one was looking to kill her…she made it up. She knew
Clifford would feel sorry for her.
Connie: Why
didn’t she just get a visa and then her card? It would have been a lot easier
that way?
Weber:
Because she a lazy cow…and a stupid one too. She just wanted to sit on her ass
all day and be handed money to do with as she pleased…
Connie:
Where’s the knife at?
Weber: I
hid it at my place in Queens.
Connie:
Where?
Weber:
Under the mattrace….still wrapped in a towel.
Connie:
(Tossing Weber a note pad and pen) Write it all down…just like you told us.
Weber: I’m
going to prison?
Connie: Yes
Weber…you’re going to prison.
Weber:
SHIT! THAT BITCH!
Connie:
(Not the least bit interested) Do me a favor…shut up and write.
Andy and Connie step just out of
earshot.
Andy:
(Looking at his watch) It’s 12 o’clock now.
Connie: Now
what?
Andy: Call Immigration
and let them know…see if they can get in touch with the authorities there…get
her when she walks off the plane.
Connie: I
hate the fact she got away. Any idea of the extradition laws with Jamaica?
Andy: I’ll
ask when I call Patterson.
Connie rolls her head from side to
side. Andy can hear her neck cracking.
Connie: I
feel like I just went five rounds.
Andy: You
sound it too. (To Hank) Sit with this guy while he writes his statement.
Hank: K.
Andy: (To
Connie) C’mon…
Connie:
What?
Andy: Just
c’mon…
He takes her to the locker room. He
locks all the doors and has her sit on the bench by his locker. He rubs his
hands together to get them warm, then begins to massage her neck and shoulders.
Her back falls back onto his body as her head falls forward. He rubs deep and
slow, rubbing and kneading with his hands on her shoulders and his thumbs on
her neck. She slowly rolls her head and the cracking starts again. Andy looks
down at her with a deep frown.
Andy: Stop
that.
Connie:
What?
Andy:
Cracking your neck…it’s freakin’ me out.
Connie: But
it feels good.
Andy:
Still…its freakin’ me out…knock it off.
Connie:
(Jokingly) Yes dear. Aaahhh…that feels so good.
He massages her for a few more
minutes, then resting her head on his stomach, he massages her temples.
Connie:
Ooohhh yeah…I’ll give you half an hour to knock that off.
Andy: Feel
good?
Connie:
Yeah…there’ll be a little something extra in your paycheck this week.
Andy:
Promises…promises.
Connie:
(Pushing her head back to look up at him) I never promise what I can’t deliver.
Andy:
(Kissing her on the forehead, then sitting beside her) Let me take you home.
Connie:
(Cupping his cheek in her hand) I feel better. I want to wrap this up. After I’m
done, I’ll take some lost time and swing by the hospital and have them change
my bandage.
Andy:
Promise?
Connie:
(Kissing him softly on the lips) Yes…promise.
Andy: Can’t
go back on that now…
Connie:
Sealed with a kiss.
They sat looking deeply into each
other’s eyes, getting ready to kiss again when Jr. knocked at the door.
Jr.: Hey?
Anybody home?
Andy:
(Whispering) Kids…don’t ya just love them?
Connie:
Let’s go before we get into some trouble.
Connie unlocks the door and lets Jr.
in. Before leaving, she throws a wink in Andy’s direction and heads out.
Jr.: (To
Andy pointing to Connie) was it something I said?
Andy:
(Smiling) She’s had a rough couplea days…welcome back.
Jr.: Good
to be back. What happened to her arm?
Jr. sits with Andy as he fills him
in on what’s been going on.
Jr.: I go
away for a few days and the place falls apart.
Andy:
Yep…(slapping Jr. on the knee) you’re the glue that holds this place together.
Laughing they exit the locker room.
Jr.: Can I
be of any help?
Andy:
(Nodding towards Connie) It’s her case…
Connie:
Yeah…maybe in a bit. Thanks, I’ll let you know. Ah…welcome back.
Jr.:
Thanks. Let me go see the boss.
Andy: (To
Connie as Jr. heads into T-Rod’s office) Better?
Connie:
Better…thanks.
They set to the task of making phone
calls and filling out the paper work. After a few minutes, Jr. stops at his
desk.
Jr.: I’m
headin’ out to get something to eat. Can I get you guys anything?
Connie:
Just a soft pretzel and an ice tea for me.
Andy: Grab
me a Coke on your way up…thanks.
Jr.: Will
do.
Andy and Connie set to work. A short
time later, Jr. returns and begs for something to do.
Jr.:
C’mon…I’ve been sittin’ on my butt for four days…give me something to do.
Andy: (To Connie)
Better take advantage of this…
Connie: Ok…
Andy and Connie fill him in .
Andy: (To
Jr.) You be alright here while I take Connie to the hospital to get her bandage
changed?
Jr.:
Absolutely…get lost. (Cracking his knuckles)
Connie: (To
Andy as they walk out) You didn’t say anything to him about cracking his
knuckles.
Andy:
That’s different…
Connie:
(Stopping on the step and looking at him) You’re different.
Andy:
(Walking past her) You have no idea.
After a few hours, Andy and Connie
return to the squad. Jr. fills them in.
Jr.:
Ok…let’s see…Mark Patterson called back. There’s a slight chance of extradition
from Jamaica…but don’t count on it. She’ll be locked up there for having phony
documents and there’s an outstanding warrant for drug possession waiting for
her.
Connie:
Shit…
Andy:
Prison is prison…either here or there…still all works out.
Connie: I
guess. Anything else?
Jr.: Yeah…
(To Connie) Patterson wants to know if you’re free for dinner tonight?
Connie: (Shooting
a look at Andy) Really?
Jr.:
(Looking back and forth between them) I miss something?
Andy:
No…goofy friggin’ Irishman.
Jr.: Weber
finished up his statement and Hank is taking him to central booking.
Connie:
Cool for Hank.
Andy:
Where’s Medavoy and Jones?
Jr.: They
left with the boss. Heading down to IAB I think.
Connie:
wonder what for?
Jr.: They
didn’t say…Greg had a box with him.
Andy:
Probably the last of the evidence on their case.
Connie:
Well…let me get to the 5’s.
Jr.: Need
help typing?
Connie:
Aren’t you just the eager beaver today? You should go away more often.
Here…have at it.
Andy: (To
Connie) Go home…get some rest…we’ll finish up. You can sign the papers in the
morning.
Connie: I’ll
pick up Theo at school and get the pizza…see ya around 6:30 or so?
Andy:
Sounds good.
Connie: (To
Jr.) Thanks John.
Jr.: Glad
to be of help.
Connie:
(Winking at Andy) See ya…
Andy: Yeah…
Jr.:
(Waiting until Connie is out of the squad) Things going good with you two?
Andy:
Yeah…slow but good.
Jr.: You
lookin’ to turn up the speed?
Andy:
No…(thinking to himself) …maybe.
Jr.: Good
for you. She’s a great woman…you two make a nice couple.
Andy: You
think so?
Jr.: Yeah…
I do. (Looking at Andy) You still hung up on the age thing?
Andy:
Aahhdon’t know…sometimes I guess. I notice the looks we get when we’re out
together…
Jr.: Screw
them…you’re happy and she’s obviously happy…that’s all that matters.
Andy:
Yeah…you’re right…thanks.
Jr.: That’s
me…the couple counselor…
Andy:
(Wadding up a piece of paper and tossing at Jr.) Don’t give up your day job.
6:15pm
Sipowicz
apartment
Andy arrives and finds Connie and
Theo sitting on the front steps together.
Theo: Hi
daddy…how was work today?
Andy: Good
squirt. How was your trip?
Theo:
Cool…we saw all kinds of neat stuff.
Andy: Tell
us about it over dinner?
Theo: Sure.
Andy: (To
Connie) Been waiting long?
Connie: No
we just got here ourselves.
Andy: (Handing
Theo a key) Check the mail real quick Squirt?
Theo: Sure
thing dad.
Andy: (To
Connie) He all revved up?
Connie: A
bit…we may be in for a long night.
Andy:
Thought as much.
Theo:
Dad…look I got a card.
Andy: Yeah,
huh? Who’s it from?
Theo: (Looking
at his dad with a deep frown) How should I know…I didn’t open it yet.
Connie turns away to hide her face
and stifle a laugh.
Connie: (To
herself) oh my goodness…he looks just
like his father when he does that…too funny.
Andy:
(Looking to Connie) Thought that was pretty funny huh?
Connie:
Like looking and listening to a miniature you.
Andy: Ha,
ha. (Opening the door to the apartment) Alright…let’s eat.
They sit around the coffee table and
have dinner. Theo and Connie sit Indian style on the floor while Andy sits on
the couch. They listen to Theo tell all about his field trip. This last all
through dinner, clean up and a game of Go Fish. While Theo and Connie played
cards, Andy stretched out on the couch. He closed his eyes and just listened to
them talk and giggle and laugh. Neither alcohol nor drug could be more soothing
to his soul. Sometimes they would whisper and giggle when he would be
half-asleep. On hearing them he would greatly exaggerate snoring or say
something as if he were talking in his sleep. Whatever the case may be, he
loved being with his son and his girl. Lately, he’s found himself wanting more
of this.
Andy:
(Looking at his watch) Ok, Theo…bath time.
Theo: (To
Connie) Can you stay and read me a story?
Connie: Sure
sweetie.
Theo: Be
right back.
Andy: (To
Connie as Theo runs down the hall) If you’re tired…you can go. I’ll explain to
him.
Connie:
Nah…I’ll lay down while you give him his bath. I like reading to him.
Andy:
(Kissing her on the cheek) K.
Connie stretches out on the couch while the Sip men get ready for
bed. She really was tired, but spending time with both Theo and Andy was just
the medicine she needed. About half an hour later, they return to the living
room. Theo manages to wrangle a snack before story time. After they were done,
Connie takes him to bed and reads to him. They spend more time talking about
his upcoming sleepover at Peter’s. Finally, he settles himself and falls
asleep. Connie returns to the living room where she finds Andy stretched out on
the couch. She sits on the floor right by his head.
Andy: I can
make some room up here for you if you want.
Connie: You
gonna behave yourself?
Andy: No
guarantee on that one.
Connie:
Then I’ll just stay here, thank you.
Andy rolls on to his side, reaches
down and wraps his arm around her neck, letting his hand come to rest on her
shoulder. He kisses the top of her head.
Andy: You
sure you want to stay there?
Connie:
(Kissing his arm) Yes I am sure.
Andy: You must
really be tired then…
Connie: A
bit. If you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna head out. I got some…umm…packing to
do?
Andy:
(Getting up off the couch) Really?
Connie: (
Standing in front of Andy) Yes…this very nice man asked if I wanted to spend
the weekend with him…and I must go home and prepare myself.
Andy:
(Cupping her face in his hands) This man must really like you to ask you to
spend the weekend with him?
Connie:
(Kissing his palm) I sure hope so.
Andy: I’m
sure he does.
Connie makes her way to the door.
Connie:
Thanks for dinner. Give Theo a kiss for me and tell him good night.
Andy: Will
do…ah…call me when you get in?
Connie:
Andy…I’m fine…really.
Andy: I
know…I just like ending my day hearing your voice.
Connie:
(Smiling) Ok then…(kissing his cheek) will do. Night.
Andy: Be
careful driving home.
Connie:
(Looking over her shoulder as she walks down the hall) Always.
Friday
8:30am
Squad room
The squad was hoping for a quiet day
and that’s just what they got. Rita stopped in and filled them all in on her
mothers’ condition. Jr. had a few tails about his week in Albany and the rest
of the day was spent busy doing paper work. By 2pm, the squad was itching to
get the weekend rolling. T-Rod suggested they put in for whatever lost time
they had in order to get going. By 3pm, the squad was empty.
Friday
night
Sipowicz
apartment
7pm
Friday. It was finally here and the
Sip boys were very happy. Connie, Andy and Theo waited out front on the steps
for Peter’s dad to come and get him. The apartment was a little warm, besides,
Theo needed some room. When Peter’s father finally pulled around the corner.
Theo took off. Andy calls him back.
Andy: Theo!
Wait till he pulls up here.
Theo: Aww…
Andy:
Settle down buddy.
Peter’s father pulls over and parks
the van.
Dad: Hi
Theo…ready?
Theo: Sure
am.
Peter: Hey,
Theo…you remember to bring Rocket Power for Gameboy?
Theo:
Yep…right here.
Peter: Cool…(to
his dad) Can we wait in the van?
Dad: Sure.
Andy: (To
Theo) Hey buddy…real quick…c’mer.
Theo: Yeah
dad?
Andy:
(Squatting down to be eye level) Remember your manners.
Theo: Yes
dad
Andy;…and
remember…no swimming unless Peter’s parents are with you.
Theo: Yes
dad.
Andy:…remember…
if you need us…just call and we’ll come get you.
Theo: Yes
dad.
Andy: …and
By now Theo was really itching to get
going. He reaches over, placing his little hand on the side of Andy’s face.
Theo: (Kissing
his dad on the forehead) I love you dad.
Andy: (A
little choked up) Love you too son.
Theo looks past his father, over to
Connie and gives her his best wink. He looks back at his dad with a very
congenial look on his mug. Andy throws a quick look over his shoulder to
Connie, who looks away and continues her conversation with Peter’s dad. Andy
rumples Theo’s hair, gives him a kiss on the top of his head and sends him on
his way. Andy rejoins Connie and Peter’s dad.
Connie: Are
you sure we can’t bring anything with us on Sunday?
Dad:
No…we’ve got it all covered.
Connie:
Well…if you remember something last minute…just call.
Dad: Will
do. (Walking back to the van) Have a nice weekend.
Theo: (From
the van) See ya guys.
Andy: Bye
Theo…
Connie:
Have a good time sweetie.
Andy:
(Taking Connie by the hand) You two have that all worked out?
Connie:
(Looking at him innocently) What?
Andy:
(Smiling and knowing she’s lying) What, right?
Connie: (Quickly
changing the subject) Want to take a walk?
Andy:
Yeah…where to?
Connie:
(Demurely) Maybe get some supplies for the weekend?
Andy: (With
a hint of mischief in his eyes) You sure?
Connie places her free hand on the
side of Andy’s face. Very slowly, she moves in to kiss him. She keeps her eyes
open and on him the whole time. Delicately, she places her lips on his, resting
there for a few seconds, never taking her eyes off him.
Connie:
(Backing up just an inch) That answer your question?
Andy:
(Lightly licking his lips) Uh hu…
They walk down the street hand in
hand. Every few steps, Andy would look over at Connie. It was if he was
checking to make sure she was really there, that this wasn’t a dream. She can
feel him looking at her. It causes her to smile and it fills her heart. She
wants to be closer to him. But how close can you get walking down the street?
She let go of his hand and slips her arm around his waist. He places his arm
around her shoulder and pulls her close to him. She gently lets her hand slip
down, tenderly placing it in his back pocket, giving his cheek a soft squeeze.
She rests her head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of her head and willingly
lets her fragrance assault his faculties. She…safe and secure. He…amazed and
enchanted.
After getting some supplies, they
head back. Connie stops at her car to get her bag. Once inside the apartment,
they move about with the relative comfort and ease of an old married couple.
Connie put the groceries away while Andy checked the mail and tidied up a bit.
They settle on sandwiches for dinner. It was way too hot to cook. When they are
done, Andy remains in the kitchen while Connie went to unpack. When she enters
the bedroom, her eye is caught by a small box with a blue ribbon, resting on a
pillow. Walking over, she can see a tag with her name on it. Unsure of what to
do, she looks around for Andy. She cannot see him, but she can hear him in the
kitchen. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she picks up the box and opens it.
Inside there is a key. She doesn’t quite know what to make of it. She sits
staring at her present, weighing its connotation. So deep in though she is, she
did not hear Andy come into the room. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom;
his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her reaction. Slowly, Connie looks up,
seeing him standing there, staring at her.
Connie: You
sure about this?
Andy:
Absolutely.
Connie:
It’s a big step.
Andy:
(Walking to her) It’s the next step.
Connie:
With an eye towards…
Andy:
(Sitting next to her) Us. Having you in our lives…(taking her hand) but more
importantly…having you in my life. I can’t care for you a little bit
anymore. A little bit isn’t gonna work. It’s got to be all the way.
Connie: If
it seemed like I was…pushing you…or rushing you…that wasn’t my intent.
Andy:
(Turning to look at her) I know…you…takin’ you time with me…it’s helped me to
realize…a lot of things. One of those things bein’…I want you in my life. And
when I want something…and I know its right…I want it all the way. (Looking down
at the box) If this scares you…if I’m
movin’ too fast…if I’m assumin’ things I shouldn’t…
Connie:
Andy…I’ve wanted this…what we have…for so very long.
Andy: I
know…and I thank you for takin’ it slow and allowin’ me to adjust. (Looking
down at the floor) Connie…sometimes…I thought it wasn’t real. Like I was gonna
wake up and none of it would be true. Still…somedays…I have a hard time getting
my head ‘round this. (Getting up and looking at her) God…you’re so
beautiful…and…what you see in me…then there’s the age difference.(Walking to
the window) Some nights I find myself askin’ am I wrong to be reachin’ out for
something good…what right do I have to be askin’ so much?
Connie places the box on the
nightstand gets up and walks over to Andy, who is still looking out the window.
Connie:
Andy? Look at me? (He turns half way and stops) Look at me…please?
He turns to face her, looking into her
eyes. If ever the expression, the eyes
are the window to the soul was meant for someone, it was meant for Connie.
He had just to look into her eyes to know exactly what she is feeling. Her eyes
are his undoing. Whether closed or open, whether they were alone or with
others, when he looks at her, he is made helpless. Looking at her now, he sees
love, pure and simple. Love her he does. This is a new and different sort of
love. One he should have come upon sooner. He did. It’s only that he didn’t
know…until now. He sees a sensitive soul. Someone, who at this moment, who is
just as vulnerable as he is.
Connie:
When I see you…I see a good, decent man. A man who’s been hurt in the past…but
is willing to move on. I see a top-notch detective who is an excellent
teacher.(Reaching for his hand) I see a loving, giving and caring father.
(Taking a step closer) I see everything I ever wanted…and a little bit more.
And yes it scares me, but I’m willing to go forward…with you. And no…I don’t
see age. I’m privileged. I don’t see you from the outside like the rest of the
world…I see you from the inside and it’s beautiful. And no…its not wrong to
reach out for something good, no matter how many times you get your hand
smacked. And yes…you do have the right to ask for too much. (Wrapping her arms
around his neck and whispering) Trust me…and I’ll do good things for you…for
us.
No man holds a woman the way he held
onto her just now. What happens in this moment…or tonight…even if its
nothing…it’s enough. They hold each other for the longest time, enjoying the
comfort and warmth and just being close.
Andy:
(Breaking the embrace and looking into her eyes) I know I don’t say it much…but
I feel it…I love you.
Connie:
Good. (Smiling) Cause I sure as hell love you.
Connie walks over to the nightstand
and picks up her gift. Looking at it, she smiles. Andy waits for her in the
doorway of the bedroom. She walks with him, still smiling and takes his hand as
they head for the sofa. She takes the key out of the box and notices the key
ring for the first time. Its two small silver hearts entwined. On one heart he
has engraved…To: Connie on the other
is…Love Andy & Theo. It brings a
tear to her eye.
Connie:
Thank you Andy.
Andy:
You’re welcome…any time.
Connie:
(Turning to look at him) So…I guess this mean we’re goin’ steady?
Andy: How ‘bout…steadily
goin’…forward.
Connie:
Works for me.
She gets up and puts the key ring
with her other keys.
Connie:
Shall we celebrate with some ice cream?
Andy: Yeah…
He walks with her to the kitchen.
They decide to go all out and make sundaes. They return to the couch, eating
and making plans for tomorrow.
Connie: Is
it gonna be this hot again tomorrow?
Andy:
Yep…chance of thunder storms later in the day.
Connie:
That should cool things off. So…go down by the water tomorrow?
Andy: Ok…
Connie: Unless
you got something else in min?
Andy: The
only thing I have in mind…is bein’ with you.
Connie:
Oh…know what? Let’s put on cable channel 66…they should have a list of thing
that are going on tomorrow.
Andy flips on the TV. They sit, eat,
talk and watch TV like they’ve been doing this for years. They sat and watched
the news, falling asleep on the couch. It was 1am when Connie gently shook Andy
and takes him to bed. They spend the rest of the night spooning. It is a
beautiful night.
Saturday
They wake to a cool morning breeze,
still spooning.
Andy:
Morning…’
Connie:
Morning to you. (Turning to look at him) How’d you sleep?
Andy: Good.
‘
Connie: Me
too. (Propping herself up on her elbow) Ummm…air feels good. (Looking down at
him) You feel good. (Kissing his forehead) Let me get my shower and I’ll make
us breakfast while its still cool out.
Connie begins to get out of bed when
Andy pulls her back.
Andy:
(Spooning her) Ten minutes…please?
Connie:
Sure.
Eventually, they get out of bed and go about their morning
routines. While Andy showers, Connie made breakfast. She is wearing a very
short lightweight robe. Andy joins her in the kitchen.
Andy”
Smells good.
Connie:
(Kissing his ear) So do you.
Andy:
Behave yourself…your cookin’
Connie: In
more ways than one.
Andy:
(Clearing his throat) Let me…ah…go get the paper.
Connie:
Breakfast is almost ready.
Andy: Be
right back.
Andy soon returns. They sit at the
table eating while they share the paper. They both clean up. Andy changes
Connie’s bandage.
Andy:
(While cleaning her wound) Howzit feel?
Connie:
Better.
Andy: You
takin’ your medication? You take it before you go to bed?
Connie:
(Jokingly) Whaddaya, my mother?
Andy:
(Looking over his glasses) Mother is only half a word.
Connie:
Ha,ha ha…Yes I took it before bed…and I’ll take it when we’re done here.
Andy: You
hear from the doc yet?
Connie:
No…maybe today. I called yesterday…and left them your number…I hope you don’t
mind?
Andy: (Wrapping
her arm with some gauze) Not at all…
Connie: I
told them to try my cell first.
Andy:
(Placing some tape on the bandage) Whatever…there…(placing a kiss on the
bandage)…all done.
Connie:
(Smiling and blushing) Thank you kind sir.
Andy:
(Handing her a glass of water) Now take your medicine,
Connie:
(Hugging him) You’re all the medication I need.
Andy:
That’s nice…thanks (kissing her cheek)
Connie: You
like this,huh?
Andy: What?
Connie:
Taking care of me.
Andy:
(Kissing her forehead) Gotta take good care of my girl.
Connie:
(Placing the glass in the sink) I’m sure you had other ideas about this
weekend…I know I did.
Andy:
Connie…you didn’t get hurt on purpose. I’m not gonna push for something that
you’re not comfortable with…(placing his hands on her hips) Besides…you just
bein’ here, it’s enough…it’s nice.
Connie:
You’re being a real gentleman about this…
Andy: We’ll
have our time…(kissing her on the forehead)
Connie:
Umm…I love how I feel when you do that.
Andy:
C’mon…get dressed
Connie:
(Turning quickly to face him) Bet you didn’t think you’d be sayin’ that this
weekend?
Andy: You
tryin’ to cause somethin’ here?
Connie:
Maybe…maybe not…
Andy:
C’mon…
Connie:
Where we going?
Andy: We’ll
see…
Connie:
(From the bedroom) Andy? Where we going?
Andy: (From
the living room) Out.
Connie:
C’mon Andy…I need to know so I know what to wear.
Andy:
(Entering the bedroom) Connie…just get dressed. I don’t know where we’re goin’.
I thought maybe a walk in the park…go down by the waterfront for a quick lunch
and I don’t know after that.
Connie: So
casual then?
Andy: What
am I…Oleg Cassine? Yeah…I guess.
Connie: I
just want to look nice.
Andy:
(Walks over and places his hand on her hip) You could wear a trash bag and look
nice... trust me. (Kissing her forehead, then walking out of the room)
It takes everything he has to walk
away. It takes even more for her to let him walk away. Connie stands and
watches as he walks down the hall. He can feel her watching him. The heat in
the apartment is not due to the weather.
Connie:
(From the bedroom) I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick (To herself: a quick COLD shower that is)
Andy: (From
the living room) K…(to himself: good,
I’ll sit here with my woody and read the paper)…take your time.
Within the hour they are on their
way. A warm, almost tropical air has replaced the cool breeze of the morning.
Still, they decide to walk to the park, holding hands along the way. The park
did offer some relief from the heat. The high temperature of the city streets
faded into a memory as they strolled along the serene tree lined path of the
park. Andy purchased two snow cones. They find a quiet area and settle in for a
bit. Andy puts his arm around Connie and she snuggles in tight. They do a
little people watching while eating the snow cones. When they are done they
head back to Andy’s to get the car. On the way back, Andy takes note of how
quiet Connie has become. Before they get into the car, Andy stops and looks at
Connie:
Andy:
Hey…you feel alright?
Connie:
Yeah…why?
Andy: You
seem like something’s wrong…distracted or somethin’?
Connie:
Nah…
Andy:
(Looking at her again) What’s up?
Connie:
Andy…I’m fine…
Andy:
No…something’s up? You thinkin’ ‘bout that test again?
Connie:
(Caught) It’s been two days…I shoulda heard something by now.
She walks away and sits on the steps
in the shade. He takes a seat beside her.
Andy: Let
it out.
Connie:
Andy…I got this…this…impatience… in me and no way to let it out.
Andy:
Somethin’ I did?
Connie looks over at him, placing
her hand on the back of his head and letting it fall slowly down to his neck,
where she lets it rest.
Connie:
It’s everything you do…to me… for me.. you have a definite effect on me. It’s
how you treat me…how you take of me…how you listen to me (looking down away
from him, then back)…how you touch me. It’s how I feel when you hold me…when
you kiss me…you got my libido on overdrive.
Andy: You
flatter me.
Connie: I
got a few other things I’d like to do to ya…’
Andy: Keep talkin’
like that and my reputation as a gentleman will go right down the tubes.
Connie: You
feel it too?
Andy: Duh?
Yeah…but until you feel comfortable about this test thing…I’m not gonna push
you. I’m not gonna have you doin’ somethin’ you don’t feel good ‘bout just to
satisfy myself. (Clearing his throat) Cold showers seem to work for me.
Connie:
Tried that this morning…
Andy:
(Taking her hand and looking into her eyes) Connie…if “nothing” happens this
weekend…its enough you are here with me. I’m not goin’ away…your not gonna
scare me off. I’m in too deep. I know everythin’ is gonna be ok…(pulling her to
him so that their foreheads are touching)…trust me?
Connie:
(Kissing his nose) Yeah…I do.
Andy:
(Kissing her cheek) Good…lets go be by the water and get somethin’ to eat.
(Standing up and offering her his hand) After that…maybe we’ll rent a movie
(joking) and take turns takin’ cold showers.
Connie:
(Walking to the car) Just so ya know…
Andy:
(Turning to look at her as he opens the car door) Hum?
Connie:
(With the car door between them) They’ll have to peel you off the ceiling when
I’m done with you.(Getting in the car)
Andy: (As
he closes the car door) There’s a thought, huh?
A few blocks into the drive to the
waterfront, Connie unbuckles her seatbelt and slides over to Andy. She rests
her head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he places his arm around her,
allowing her to rest her head on his chest. She places one hand on his thigh
and the other in his chest. At red lights, he would kiss the top of her head or
the hand she was resting on his chest, innocently adding to the impatience that
was increasing in size and strength. In both of them.
They stroll along the waterfront
taking pleasure in each other’s company. The climate down there was much
cooler. They stop in a few of the little shops as they make their way to a
quaint little eatery at the end of the dock. The ambiance was strictly
nautical. It was a little cheesy, but it helps them to relax. The food and
service are great. Connie decides to take dessert home with her. Before heading
back home, they sit on a bench and watch the boats that are coming and going.
After a shot time passes they head back to his place.
On the drive home, with his girl
napping on his chest, Andy notices that it is starting to cloud over and that
the stars were being taken over by storm clouds. After a few more miles, he
looks up again.
Andy: (To
himself) one more star left…better make a
wish.
It is a hot and sticky night. The
air is thick with moisture. As Andy parks the car, Connie wakes up from her
nap. They decide to take a walk and rent a movie. The smell of rain is in the
air and thunder slowly rumbled in the distance. Neither seemed to pay it any
mind, both knowing storms like this never last for very long. At the video
store, they settle on The Quiet Man.
It was girlie enough for her and manly enough for him. Walking back to Andy’s
apartment, Connie’s cell rings.
Connie:
(Stopping to answer) Hello? (Pause) This is she.
Andy watches the lightning show fast
approaching. It was less than a mile away. The lightning seems to be doing more
that preparing for a thunderstorm. He nervously shifts his body waiting for her
reaction from the phone call. They are alone on the street, half way between
home and the store as rain starts to fall. There is a drop in his stomach, the
mixture of dread and love. He looks over at her. Her mouth is open just a bit.
The coolness of the rain sends a shiver down his spine. He starts to shake and
he doesn’t think he can stop it.
Connie:
(Looking at Andy) Thanks for calling. (Closing the phone)
He cannot read her face. This is the
first time since they met that he couldn’t read or feel her. They are deep
friends who crossed the line very successfully to become lovers. There’s too
much running through him. Too much care. Too much fear. Too much love.
Andy:
(Softly)Well?
A heavy damp silence.
Connie: You
were right…
Andy:
(Softer still)And?
Connie:
Nothing…I’m clean.
Andy: Good.
A raindrop hits her bottom lip, flows
down her chin, down her neck, and moves slowly to her chest until it meets the
billows of her breast and ceases to be visible in the darkness of her cleavage.
He swallows nervously. As if on cue, lightning flashes and rain begins to pour
down on them. She looks up to the sky with open arms, clearly loving the feel
of the rain on her skin. Andy sees her nipples harden and is suddenly aware of
the hard, heavy weight between his legs. He stands looking at her, wanting to
move but afraid he’ll get this moment all-wrong. Rain pouring down on them, he
steps to her and kisses her fiercely. Their lips meet in a rush of passion as
tongues dance together anxious and hungry for more.
As plump raindrops hit the ground,
she tilts her head back. He laps the rain from her neck, his mouth seeking her
pleasure points, his hand running through her hair. Her hands are all over him.
She grabs his ass and pulls him hard to her crotch. The sweet fragrance of her
flesh rises and hangs in the air They are unaware of the world around them as
current runs fast through their veins. Passion now rules as a forbidden thrill
runs through his body. He wraps his lips around her nipple and sucks her right
through her shirt. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to
her, not wanting him to stop. Connie is
in a haze. The only things she is aware of are his manhood pressing solidly
against the front of his jeans, the smell of his musk and the rain on her skin.
He moves in to give her another savory kiss when lightning flashes and she sees
the raw hunger in his eyes. Desire is written all over her face. The rain falls
harder and the temperature drops a quick ten degrees. But neither the rain nor
the sudden chill will dampen their lust. His resolve is slipping fast…as is hers.
Taking her by the hand, they hurry home.
They walk home in silence, stopping
every now and then to kiss frantically as the thunder rolls and the lightning
crashes. They hold each other close in an attempt to stop the shivering that
has taken over their bodies. Andy can hear Connie chattering her teeth. As they
get closer to home, Andy is feeling curiously self-assured, but is still
shaking terribly on the inside. Finally in the apartment, he takes her directly
to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
Andy:
(Brushing her back off her face) Get out of those wet clothes an get in the
shower.
Connie:
What about you?
Andy: I’ll
be right back…go ‘head an get in…get warmed up.
She thought about waiting for him to
return before getting in the shower. But she was so chilled, almost to the
bone. After she takes her clothes off, she places them in the sink. The water
in the shower is just right. Just like him, just right for her. Standing in the
shower with the water running over her skin, a feeling of instant warmth washes
over her. It has very little to do with the shower water. It has everything to
do with the way he makes her feel. It has to do with the anticipation of
feeling him on her, feeling him in her. She becomes light headed and her
stomach does a flip-flop. A little further south was that feeling of
restlessness that makes you close your eyes and moan. It came over her without
warning, that sudden ache. It had been there for some time. She would usually
feel it when they were close.
Connie: (To
herself) How long have I felt this way?
How many months? Was it when I first met him? Can’t remember. But for weeks
now…every time I see him, I get that rush…my stomach does that little dance…and
that…that…stirring…if he wasn’t such a gentleman, we’d still be on the street.
I’ll never think of rain again without thinking of him and what he does to me.
Suddenly conscious, she finds she is
semi-masturbating while thinking of him. One hand on her breast, pinching her
nipple. The other, on her mound, slipping her finger through her tight curly
hair. She leans back on the shower wall, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes
and waits for him.
He leaves the bathroom in search for
some extra towels. He finds them in the bedroom closet. The sound of the rain
hitting the windows has a calming effect on him. As he looks out to the street
below, he smiles remembering what happened out there in the rain not ten
minutes ago. It was a combination of relief that she would be fine and desire
for her. He never would have done such a thing with anyone else. She did that
to him. She made it ok. She made him feel safe. She makes him feel. He
would still get that nervous knot in his stomach when he looks at her. It is
that little twinge of fear and excitement. He had hoped that feeling would
never go away.
Andy: (To
himself) Well, Sipowicz…there’s a
beautiful woman in your shower…whaddaya’ doin’ standin’ here? That knot’s
back…a little panic mixed with bliss. Still a little frightenin’, huh, boy? I want
so not to screw this up. She’s the real deal. There is nothin’ fake about
her…her words, her feelins’…her actions…everything. (Breathing in deeply and
letting it out slowly) Move…don’t make her wait…don’t lose her.
The sound of the rain beating down
on the windows releases him from his thoughts. The room is warm. But still his
body shakes, not as sever. It’s more of a purring through his veins. He slowly
makes his way back to the bathroom. He can see her form through the shower
curtain. Andy swallows hard, though his mouth is bone dry. He stares at the
curtain as he takes off his clothes. He sees her stretch and reach for the
ceiling. A moan escapes his mouth. He is losing himself in desire; feeling out
of control and his senses are aflame. His heart quickens as he approaches the
shower. As he pulls back the curtain and steps into the shower, she turns to
look at him. He juts his jaw, moving it from side to side in an attempt not to
smile. He lets his tongue slip slowly out of his mouth to moisten his lips,
then bites his bottom lip. An unconscious gesture on his part, a gesture that
sends a thrill through her body. He tires not to show he is very much enjoying
the view, but she can see it in his eyes. The pupils widen, as they become dark
with lust. His eyebrows are raised ever so slightly as he tilts his head to one
side. Connie stands before him, her hand brushing back her hair as she leans
forward to kiss him. Breaking the kiss and her gaze on him, she lowers her eyes
for a second, then looks at him again.
He is suddenly aware of everything
acute, as it turns to passion in his mind. The way his stomach jumps, the heat
between them and her scent. There is a pressure building in him. Her breasts
are just out of his reach. Her brown nipples, which jut out from the areola,
look at him. Her breasts are not the hard marble types. He can see that and
wants to feel the softness in his hands and his mouth. He does the only thing
he can think of, he follows his need. Turning off the shower, he reaches out for
her, offering her his hand and leads her out of the shower, giving her a quick
dry and leads her to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, he kisses her
softly. His mind goes blank and her head begins to swim. For a very long time
the only contact to this world is the feeling of their lips touching. She would
have him in her right now. Instead, she moves her mouth and he can feel the wet
inside of her upper lip slide in. Super slow motion, the energy of her tongue
entering his mouth, touching his tongue causing him to sway. His tongue goes
forward, sliding around hers. So soft, softer than he ever imagined. He could
cry. He snaps out of that thought and now the kiss has becomes willful. This is
no mistake. This is what they both want and they are making it happen. His
fright still lingers in the back of his mind as he deepens the kiss. His fright
over the age difference, fright that this isn’t real, that somehow he has
fooled himself or made a fool of himself, cause how could someone so beautiful
and smart want to be with him.
But his body does not hesitate. The
kiss continues. Exploring her mouth, the boundary of her teeth, the water under
her tongue. He is almost afraid to stop kissing her. That would mean he would
have to look at her, to acknowledge the need in him. As she moves away, he
keeps his eyes closed. He can feel her touch his face with her fingers. She
places a finger on his lip. He opens his eyes. The rain beats the windows with
repeated heavy blows, coming faster and faster. He pulls her back and feels the
heat coming from her body as he presses his face into her neck, holding her
like a drowning man clutches a life raft. He kisses her and tastes her
sweetness. He runs his hand slowly down her back, feeling the curves of her
backbone. He runs his tongue along the tendon of her neck, a thick straight
line. She lightly bites at the marble-statue contour of his shoulder.
No words…unwilling to break this
moment. He kisses the base of her throat and feels her shiver and hears her
moan. She wants him and that alone pushes any fears he has away. This is
supposed to be. Something as pure as this…there was no denying it. He leads her
to the bed, laying her down and breathing in her musky smell. He feels drunk.
Lying beside her, he touches her breast, sliding his thumb over her nipple,
which stand to attention. With his tongue, he flicks at it then sucks on it,
hearing her take in a deep, deep breath. His hand caresses the other breast,
lost in the softness of her. He turns his attention to that breast and hears an
uncontrolled moan escape her lips. His hand slides slowly down her ribcage,
onto her belly. A deeper moan comes forward. Slowly…slowly his hand moves
forward until he feels the base of her hairline. His penis is throbbing against
her thigh. Each move he makes causes a new sound from her.
He rests a finger on her slit. His
finger enters her slit and yet another new sound comes deep from her throat. He
moves in and never, never has he felt something as soft and yielding. In
her…out of her…in her out of her. The pain between his legs grows stronger. He
looks at her, but she is unfocused, unseeing. Slowly he removes his fingers
from her and sets to having his thumb toy with her clit. She shakes
uncontrollably on the bed. She reaches for the back of his head, pushing him to
her sex. He willingly complies. Playing at her clit, sucking on her swollen
lips, stopping to lap at her slit and finally plunging his tongue all the way
into her. She pulls him closer still as she wraps her legs around his head, riding
his face, until she explodes in his mouth. He drinks her in.
He moves up her body, leaving a
trail of wet kisses as the storm outside rages on. Kneeling before her, he lets
his penis find her opening on its own. It bumps on her clit. It slides to the side,
finally letting the tip rest at the entrance of her opening. There is nothing
in his mind except for being in her. All the way in…deep inside…feeling her
muscles contract and milking him. What he has put in her no longer belongs to
him and what she has opened no longer belongs to her. Amazed at how it felt to
be inside her. This is the connection they have been looking for their whole
lives. Lightning crashes and illuminates the entire room. Seeing each other for
the first time. Seeing deeper and feeling deeper than ever before. The storm
rages outside, just as it had been inside both of them all of last night and
today.
He holds still inside her for just
one moment. Her hands come up and around his back, pressing him to her. He
slides out just a touch, then back. Out of her then back. They hold each other
close. Out. In. Stop. Again and again and again. Their minds cease to function
as bodies move unbidden. Her fingernails dig deep into the skin on his
back.. She is getting tighter and
tighter around him. Their breathing is getting ragged. Another crash of
lighting followed by an earth-shattering explosion of thunder. Rocking faster
and faster as the rain pounds on the windows. The speed and friction are
intense. She arches her back taking him with her, closing in on the crest. One
more push forward and they explode together. The flood begins…the flood of
pleasure. The flood of purity. The flood of emotions.
He rests his spent and tired body
next to her and hears a sound come from her. Leaning up on his elbow, he looks
over sand sees her crying. He kisses away her tears. He knows why she is
crying. It’s not because this was wrong. There has never been anything so
right. It is the uncontrolled unfolding of private selves. It is trust. It is
relief. It is happiness in taking that chance that has led them to this. They
hold each other for a very long time. Just as suddenly as the storm started, it
stops. It is a soft and thoughtful rain that falls now. Lying in the darkness,
holding each other, safe in the comfort of their love.
Connie wakes to the smell of coffee
brewing. Looking around, she sees that it’s still dark outside. It is still
raining. She hears Andy moving around in the kitchen. She grabs on of Andy’s
old T-shirt and slips it on. Just as she was about to get up, Andy arrives with
a tray of food.
Andy:
(Throwing a nod and smiling) Hey.
Connie:
(Returning a smile) Hey yourself…what ya been up to?
Andy: I
know you have to take your meds…so I thought I’d make ya a little somethin’ to
eat first.
Connie:
(Sitting back on the bed) You’re too kind.
Andy:
Yep…that’s me .
Connie:
What do we have here?
Andy:
(Placing the tray between them) Some scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and a bowl
of Cheerios for me.
Connie:
Wow…
Connie makes a scrambled egg sandwich as Andy sits and eats
his Cheerio. They eat in very comfortable silence, sharing smiles and touches.
After they are done eating, they head to the kitchen where Andy cleans her
wound and changes her bandage.
Connie: This
coulda waited till mornin’ ya know?
Andy:
Nope…last thing you want is to get this infected.
Connie: Yes
doctor.
Andy looks up at her over his
glasses and smiles. When he is done he gives her a glass of water for her pill.
With that done, they set to cleaning up after their midnight snack.
Connie:
(Looking out the kitchen window) Think we’ll get rained out tomorrow?
Andy: Don’t
think so…let’s see.
Andy flips on the radio, searching
for the news channel. He is having a little trouble.
Connie: Let
me try.
Andy: Fine.
She begins to move the dial and
comes upon a song she hasn’t heard in years.
Connie:
Oh…I love this song…wanna dance?
Andy:
(Putting the dishes away) What?
Connie:
(Sneaking up behind him) Wanna dance?
She slowly begins to grind into him
from behind as her hands slip under his shirt and rub his chest.
Andy:
Well…when you ask like that…
He swings his arms around her and
holds her close as they dance.
Swayin’ to the music
Just me an my girl
Slow dancin’
No one else is the
whole wide world…
As they dance Andy rubs her back as
she runs her finger through his hair. He nuzzles his face into her neck,
tickling her with his mustache. She traces his ear with her finger. Placing his
hand on the small of her back, he pulls her closer to him. She can feel him
getting aroused and plays along. She lets her hand slide down his back. She
slips it into the back of his boxers and rests her hand on his cheek, giving it
a soft squeeze. He does her one better by placing both his hands on her ass and
squeezing. A very deep, soft moan escapes her. He brings his hands to her hips
again pulling her closer. She wraps her arms around his neck and arches her
back, grinding slowly into his groin.
Andy: (Into
her neck) Oh my…
Connie:
Ummhumm….
In one quick motion, he scoops her
into his arms and carries her back to bed. She buries her face in his neck and
starts to nibble at him. Gently placing her on the bed, he sits beside her. Cupping
her cheek in his hand he leans in to kiss her softly. His hand slides up her
shirt, along her ribs stopping at her breast. With just the tips of his
fingers, he rubs very gently at her nipple until it pops up. He rubs it between
his thumb and finger causing her to squirm a bit. Cupping her breast, he breaks
the kiss and begins to suck at her nipple through her shirt. With one hand, she
rubs his back and with the other she pulls his shirt off of him. He helps her
take off her shirt. Still in his boxers, he slides in bed beside her. Now both
lying on their sides, looking into each other’s eyes, they kiss.
She slides her hand into the rim of
his boxers and helps him to slip out of them. While doing so, she pushes him
onto his back. Quickly, she places herself between his legs. Kneeling there,
she takes his penis between her palms and begins a slow rub. When he is
semi-hard, she kisses the tip of his head softly. Placing just the tip of his
head between her lips she sucks softly. Very slowly she introduces his penis
into her mouth. He squirms, restraining moans of pleasure as he feels himself
disappearing into her mouth. It turns him inside out. Andy reaches down to move
her hair off her face to get a better look at her. At this point, Connie deep
throats his hardness. He flings his head back, closing his eyes and swallows
hard. He bites down hard on his bottom lip as she rakes her teeth softly up and
down his hardness.
Taking one last dive on him, she
releases her hold on him. Swiftly, she straddles him, not giving him a chance
to refuse. Gradually, she grants him access into her. She grins down at him
like a Cheshire cat. He reaches up and begins to knead at her breast, sometimes
pulling softly at her nipples. Pushing her breast out at him, she arches her
back and flings her head form side to side. Her long blond hair captures what
little light that is coming in from the street light and holds it. He releases
her breast and places his hands on her hips encouraging her back and forth
motion. She grinds hard into him as her juices flow over him. Not able to wait
any longer, he spills into her. With fingers interlocked, he helps to hold her
up as the last wave of her orgasm flows through her. Having very little
strength left, slowly he brings her to his chest. She rests there for a few
minutes before sliding in beside him.
They wake early the next morning in
each other’s arms. In time, they get up and start their day. Andy calls to see
check in on Theo. Peter’s dad asks him to pick up some ice. Around two, Andy
and Connie arrive at the cook out. It is a day full of eating, playing
horseshoes and swimming. It was just before dark that they say their good byes.
Theo falls asleep as soon as Andy starts the drive home.
Connie: I
never saw a kid who liked swimming as much as Theo.
Andy:
Yeah…you didn’t do so bad yourself.
Connie: It
was fun. Did you have a good time?
Andy:
(Reaching over to hold her hand) Any time spent with you is a good time.
Andy arrives at Connie’s apartment.
He helps her get her bags out of the trunk.
Connie:
(Not wanting to say good bye) Well..
Andy:
(Cupping her cheek) Call me in a bit?
Connie:
Yeah…I will
He gives her a soft kiss on the
lips.
Connie: I
had…ah…great time this weekend. Thanks.
Andy: The pleasure
was all mine.
Connie: I
don’t know ‘bout that…
He kisses her before she can say
another thing.
Andy: Call
me?
Connie:
Yeah…
He waits to see that she gets into
the apartment building safely. Back in the car, he begins his ride home.
Eventually, he gets Theo settled in bed. Andy sits on the couch waiting for
Connie to call. He didn’t have to wait long.
Andy:
Hello?
Connie:
Hey.
Andy: Hey.
How ya doin’?
Connie:
Lonely. And you?
Andy: Yep.
Connie: You
have any trouble getting Theo to bed?
Andy: Nah…I
wish every night were this easy. Did you take your meds yet?
Connie: In
a bit. I promise.
Andy: K…
Connie:
Andy…thanks again for a great weekend…for takin’ such good care of me and
for…for…everything. I love you.
Andy: I love
you too. Get some rest and I’ll call you in the mornin’. Maybe see ‘bout takin’
Theo to the carnival over on Glendon.
Connie:
K…night Andy.
Andy:
Night…Connie?
Connie:
Yeah?
Andy: That
was funny…and true.
Connie: (A
bit confused) What Andy?
Andy:
Jamaican me crazy…
Connie:
(Smiling broadly) Funny and true?
Andy:
Ya’mon.
Connie:
(Snickering) You are crazy.
Andy: Just
for you. Night.
Connie:
Night.