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By Gables
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, I believe that NBC has the official right to manipulate these characters, but like others, I like to wonder what they would do in *my* world. Please do not archive with out my permission. (at the very least you’ll guarantee another hit on your site :)
Detroit,
Michigan
Jarod
looked at the woman who sat across from him. They were at a very fancy
restaurant, and he was dressed in new black suit. She was wearing a black dress
that barely touched her shoulder, showing off a wonderful neck and the diamond
pendent that hung around it. Her dirty blond hair was swept up, so he could see
her earrings – two in each ear, a pair of gold loops and diamond studs to match
the necklace.
She
had a beautiful smile, which she showed a lot, and her movements were ever so
graceful. She had an athletic body, and he knew that she worked at it, because
they had met when he was working as a personal trainer. After thinking about
how they met, Jarod pulled his attention back to her words.
“So
tell me something about yourself.”
“I
like ice cream.”
“What
else?”
“PEZ”
She
paused a moment, frustrated that the conversation was not going where she
wanted it to go.
“What
were you like as a child?”
“I
had a very secluded childhood.”
“What
did you want to be when you grew up?” He gave her a puzzled look, “You know,
what was your dream job?”
Jarod
thought for a moment. He had never pondered this question as a child. He was
always told that his future was going to be spent at the Centre doing sims.
“I
never had a dream job per se… but I always did want a family.”
“A
family?” She was a bit shocked by this statement, he was an intelligent, handsome
man, and the only thing he wanted to do with his life was to be a dad?
<That’s actually kind of sweet> she thought.
“Was
there a girl that you wanted to have that family with?” She teased.
Jarod
smiled. “Yes, the only girl I knew.”
“Do
you know where she is now?” His
statement intrigued her. <Must have been *very* secluded>
Jarod
looked at his watch, then looked up, making a calculation for the time zone
difference. He smirked, “Right now, I believe she doesn’t know that she is
standing on an X.”
~~~~~
Spokane,
Washington
Same
time
Miss
Parker stood next to Sydney in the doorway of Jarod’s latest lair. There was no
light switch next to the door, and with all the windows covered, the room was
almost pitch black. She walked in and stopped when she bumped into a
table. Above her, by the light of the
hallway, she saw a metal ball chain, similar to the ones that connected to
single light bulbs in old closets. With her free hand, she absently reached up
and pulled the chain. The light didn’t come on. Instead she heard three small
hisses, and she was suddenly assaulted by silly string from above. Miss Parker
threw up her hands up, and turned her body, but it was coming from three
directions, and instead of blocking the string, her hands caught and tangled it
even more, helping to cover her torso.
After
a minute, the barrage of string stopped. Sydney was still standing in the
doorway, and the small amount of light that the hallway let in created a scene
too funny not to laugh at. He stepped further into the room and looked at the
bookshelf directly next to the doorway. He pulled off the books on a shelf just
below shoulder level. There was the hidden light switch. He turned it on and
florescent lights illuminated the room.
Parker
looked like she had been slimed. Neon pink, green and blue silly string covered
her head, shoulders and arms -- the colors stood out great on her black power
suit. The only thing moving in the silent room was a green strand slightly
swaying off her gun. Sydney looked up. The chain that she pulled was actually
connected to three strings that ran though pulleys. At the end of each string
was a pin that had been inserted into the side of a can of silly sting that was
duct taped to the ceiling. When Parker pulled the chain, the pins came out and
the pressurized contents escaped from the puncture hole, which was aimed
directly at the ‘X’ that Parker had been standing on. Sydney chuckled.
Miss
Parker strode out of the room pulling off the gobs of silly string that were
attached to her hair and clothing. “I’m going to kill that bastard.” She said
through clenched teeth.
Sydney
followed her out, still laughing.
~~~~~