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The Pink Rose - Part 1
This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy!
Sarah woke up with a start, her eyes immediately going towards the alarm clock! Shoot! She was late! She only had a second to see that it had somehow gotten unplugged during the night. She'd fix it tonight...there was no time to waste if she was going to get to work on time...
She hurriddly threw on her clothes and dashed into the kitchen to grab her car keys. They were sitting exactly where she had put them, but there was a solitary pink rose in the vase next to them. She blinked a few times. She'd sworn she'd seen her regular white roses all dried up and ready to be thrown out yesterday. She'd even made a note to herself on her grocery list to replace them today. Sara shrugged and went over to the fridge to grab a quick liquid morning shake as there was no time for breakfast. There, on the fridge, was her grocery list with a big line drawn through the "roses" notation. Weird. Guess she'd been so tired last night that she'd picked up the wrong color...oh well, whatever...gotta get moving...
She grabbed her briefcase and jumped in her little volkswagan "Bug". Then just as she was about to toss it in the passenger's side, she stopped, staring....there on the seat next to her was a pink rose. "Wha...", she didn't even get her words out before her cell started ringing. She picked it up, "Sarah! Eveyone is wondering where you are! your first meeting starts in fifteen minutes!", her secretary, Cindy was squealing into the phone. "No prob. I'll be there in seconds!" It was Sara's standard reply.
Sara pulled into the FBI's parking lot. She grabbed her things and ran into the building, making a B-line for the elevator. Luckily one gentleman held the door for her as she got on. he was a tall man with blue eyes, pale skin and jet black hair. But it was the pair pair of eyes that made her pause. they were torquise with hints of purple around the edges! He smiled at her,
"You would be, Sara Steinheart?"
Sara nodded.
"Then i take it you would be headed to the thirtysecond floor, to criminology?"
She nodded, again, distracted by his dancing eyes.
"All right then, I'll push the button."
Sara gasped, suddenly feeling stupid, "Oh! thank you! I haven't been myself today!"
The elevator began to move as the handsome face looking back at her smiled, "We all have days like that I suppose. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eric Lawson."
"Nice to meet you, Eric. I'm Sara Stein..."she let her voice drop off as she realized he already knew her name and had told her so. God! She was sounding like such an airhead!
She turned to face the elevator doors as it slowed to approach her floor. "Here's your stop, Sara." She heard his voice chuckle behind her. "Thank you.", she said, hastily exiting the elevator, eager to be among those who'd never guess she'd be capable of being so easily distracted...."Wait! You forgot this!" She heard him call to her as she turned around to retrieve her purse. In it was a solitary pink rose.
"What is this?", she asked him, almost angry.
He looked startled, "It fell out when you dropped your purse, I assumed you'd want it."
"Uh, thanks..." Sara shook her head, bewildered. She just stood there holding the rose in her hand, and probably would have stood there longer if she hadn't heard his voice singing softly while the doors closed..."Everythings comming up roses..."
********************************************
Sara entered the boardroom where several agents were already being debriefed about some strange new psycho on the loose. Only this one was different in that after he'd had his way with his victims, they were not only unharmed, they were actually desperate to find him again! None of his victims could recall anything about what had happened. Only that they had "come to" hours, weeks, or even days later. Sometimes whole months would go by before he'd come back to "claim" them again. The police had had to take a few of the victims into psychological care at the request of their friends or families due to their incessant "waiting" for this strange man. They'd refuse to go anywhere, for fear that they'd miss their "opportunity" to be with this strange predator. In fact, the police where even wondering if they should be involved at all, as it was never the victims that reported what was going on, but rather those around them that complained about the eratic behavior and disappearances. At their wits end, the police had called in the feds who were now dumping it in Sara's lap. Yep, the bottom of the heap of important and stimulating work: not even an assured petty crime to investigate...she was being asigned to investigate if there was something worthy to investigate!
Exasperated, she listened as her bosses lined up two of the "victims" for Sara to interview as well as a possible suspect. She'd be leaving to speak to the suspect and a Caroline Hererra today and then to a Samantha Applegate tommorrow.
She went to her office for a brief moment, pausing only when she saw her secretary's desk had a vase of pink roses. Cindy never bought flowers. She didn't have a boyfriend or husband either. Cindy came over to her desk at that moment...
"Cindy! Where did these flowers come from?"
"Oh! They arrived today as a gift for me, but the card only said, "'Everythings comming up roses', you know, like in that old song..."
Sara shook her head at the coincidences and went into her office.
She sat down, grabbed a pen and pad of paper, and began to make a list of the roses she'd found..."kitchen table, car seat, elevator/purse, Cindy's desk-?", she put a question mark next to the last one, as she didn't know if it was connected or not...not to mention that arcaic show tune that was quoted on Cindy's card and sung by the guy on the elevator. She then proceeded to tear off the top sheet and put it in her top desk drawer when she saw that written on the paper directly under the pad she was holding were the same words she had just written...question mark, dash and all! She quickly added the strange discovery to her list, then tore that page out only to find the same new list on the following page. But this list had one more thing at the end..."Pink feather --?", written in her handwritting style, dash and all. Sara was a bit weirded out at this point, and tossed the note pad to the side, choosing instead to open her bottom left drawer where she kept her office supplies "hidden" and locked from the office "moochers". There, on the top of the pile of notepads, among a bunch of pink roses petals, was a single pink feather. Sara's heart began to pound a little bit. But she reeled herself in, talking to herself as she pulled out a new pad, and gathered her stuff to head on over to the interview with the victim, "You are an agent of the FBI. The police come to you when they need help, for crying out loud! Get a hold of yourself!", she reasoned as she made her way back dwon the elevator and to her car.
She put the key in the ignition and began driving to the facility down the street.
***************************************
Sara looked at the hospital's file on Miss Caroline Hererra before entering the room. It was obvious they considered her a looney. Caroline had been a hot shot lawyer, even been profiled as one of the "rising stars" to watch for in several of the nation's legal magazines. Then she'd started arriving late to work, been tired and unattentive during meetings, and later had taken to disappearing for weeks at a time. The firm had almost fired her when her office had recieved a letter of beautiful script with a wax seal telling them to find Caroline in a nearby park. They'd found her there in a beautiful lace nightgown, bound. When questioned, she couldn't remember anything. But she was determined to "get back into the swing of things." Under the circumstances, the firm decided that it would be best if she was allowed to return so as to keep the incident as quiet as possible since she had become so highly profiled. But the problem returned ten months later according to her family and friends who found her missing during the holidays. She'd turned up again for the new year's first day of work completely unware that anyone had been looking for her, and again couldn't remember anything. however this time she talked incessantly about a "Brian". Flowers and gifts were even sent to her from this "Brian" but no one ever met him. Her apartment neighbors would later say that they heard lots of laughing behind her front door, inlcuding a man's, but they too never saw this "Brian". Then the day came that she disappeared for two months, in the middle of a lawsuit she was overseeing. This time the note was sent to the lawfirm telling them that their founder's grown daughter would discover Caroline in her basement. Immediately they notified the authorities and found Caroline bound in the basement. Afterwords, she was so obsessed with finding "Brian", she wouldn't eat or sleep for fear she'd, "miss him".
Sara pushed the door open, expecting to find a wide eyed woman with wild hair. instead, she found quite the opposite. Sitting down on the side of her bed was a petite blonde with perfectly styled hair, make-up and ensemble. She looked like she was ready to enter the courtroom in any moment. She had a pair of beautiful white pearls on her ears and a matching strand around her neck. She looked up at Sara with patient looking green eyes and smiled, gesturing to the chair at her right.
"Please sit down. I don't bite. I promise if you read my file you'll see that point is noted right next to the box they did check entitled,'nut job'.
Sara sat down noting the humor as a good sign.
"You're hear to ask me about Brian aren't you?"
"Well, yes actually, but also..."
"Why don't you just ask me what's really on your mind?"
Sara blinked a couple of times.
"You already know it, you just don't want to admit it. You want to know why a bigshot, up and commign lawyer like me would loose it over a man, don't you? you want to know if he was worth it?"
Sara found Caroline's directness refreshing, "Yes, I want to know that among other things."
Caroline's thin brows furrowed for a moment, "This day in age a woman of ambition never realy gets to experience the thrill of really being dominated in a way she loves. I think its becasue so few men can accomplish that feat. Brain could do that. Brian is doing that now."
Sara's eyebrows raised involuntarily, but she kept her tone calm, non-judgmental, just like she was traind to, " How is he doing that, Caroline?"
The woman looked at her for a brief moment and laughed right in her face,"Oh! I had no idea how annyoying that was when I used to do waht you are doing with me now! I always used to pretend with my clients that I absolutely beleived everything they told me." Then she paused, "But Brian goes after women like you and me, women with brains and who have what he calls The Weakness".
"What's that weakness, Caroline?"
The woman's eyes changed dramatically at that question. Her green eyes danced like crazy and she giggled, "Are you ticklish?"
"What?", Sara found the sudden childish change of topic unnerving.
"I bet you are, aren't you?"
"Please, Miss Hererra, can we return to the topic at hand?"
But Caroline was singing now, like a little girl, "Everythings comming up roses..."
Sara couldn't get out of the room fast enough, but not before she heard the woman call out, "Tell Brian I miss him, please! Tell him I miss the roses!"
*******************************************
Sara rushed back to the FBI's headquarters just in time to make her second interview with the suspect in custody. As she neared the hallway that would lead her towards the room she felt a hand tickle her armpits down to her sides, making her drop everything. Infuriated she spun around, but didn't see anyone in sight. She bent down gathering her things when she heard his voice behind her," Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator!"
Sara's cheeks were red before she even looked up, "Eric Lawson, either I owe you an apology for this morning or you owe me one serious explanation!"
Eric bent down to help her pick up her papers, "This is about the rose, I assume?"
"Sure is."
"Okay, I admit it, I'm guilty of loosing my nerve. That rose never fell out of your purse, I'd bought it this morning hoping to have an opportunity to ask you out. You caught me, detective. Now, how about meeting me for lunch at Chez Girard at 2:00? I know its later than the usual lunch hour, but I also know that's when you take your lunch downstairs. But I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!" He winked at her.
Sara didn't know whether to take him seriously or not. Part of her wondered if he was a stalker and part of her wondered what her problem was. But both parts would have to wait, as she had to get going and the poor guy was waiting for an answer.
"Fine, two sounds good. I gotta go though, as I'm working a case."
Eric nodded, "Good. you made my day. Now, how can I reach you in case plans change?"
Sara hastily gave him her cell and let him walk by. She then entered the interogation room's hidden behind-the-mirror side room and waited for the agents to bring the suspect in. Soon, she saw a man sit down, face looking at the table in front of him as his handcuffs were removed. Then he looked up at the glass, as if looking through it at her, and winked. Sara almost fainted. It was Eric's face staring back at her!
Just then the phone rang, making her jump and she answered it, still mesmerized by the man in the other room. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator! You know, I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!"
Sara held the phone closer to her ear, "This can't possibly be you!"
The man in the other room was now leaning back in a very relaxed pose, smirking as Eric answered, "Sure its me. Why would I want to share our conversation with the world? I enjoy an entourage just as much as the next person, but having to spend my time with these friends of yours made it really hard to deliver you your flowers this morning..."
Sara's eyes widened as she hung up and ran into the room to confront the man in person...
"What is going on!"
The man just smiled, his eyes, his hair, his skin, his demeaner all seemed just like Eric. then he spoke in Eric's voice, "Your not ticklish are you, Sara?", his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Why don't you meet me for lunch around 2:00 at Chez Girard and we can have some fun finding out, Detective?"
Sara rushed back to the FBI's headquarters just in time to make her second interview with the suspect in custody. As she neared the hallway that would lead her towards the room she felt a hand tickle her armpits down to her sides, making her drop everything. Infuriated she spun around, but didn't see anyone in sight. She bent down gathering her things when she heard his voice behind her," Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator!"
Sara's cheeks were red before she even looked up, "Eric Lawson, either I owe you an apology for this morning or you owe me one serious explanation!"
Eric bent down to help her pick up her papers, "This is about the rose, I assume?"
"Sure is."
"Okay, I admit it, I'm guilty of loosing my nerve. That rose never fell out of your purse, I'd bought it this morning hoping to have an opportunity to ask you out. You caught me, detective. Now, how about meeting me for lunch at Chez Girard at 2:00? I know its later than the usual lunch hour, but I also know that's when you take your lunch downstairs. But I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!" He winked at her.
Sara didn't know whether to take him seriously or not. Part of her wondered if he was a stalker and part of her wondered what her problem was. But both parts would have to wait, as she had to get going and the poor guy was waiting for an answer.
"Fine, two sounds good. I gotta go though, as I'm working a case."
Eric nodded, "Good. you made my day. Now, how can I reach you in case plans change?"
Sara hastily gave him her cell and let him walk by. She then entered the interogation room's hidden behind-the-mirror side room and waited for the agents to bring the suspect in. Soon, she saw a man sit down, face looking at the table in front of him as his handcuffs were removed. Then he looked up at the glass, as if looking through it at her, and winked. Sara almost fainted. It was Eric's face staring back at her!
Just then the phone rang, making her jump and she answered it, still mesmerized by the man in the other room. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator! You know, I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!"
Sara held the phone closer to her ear, "This can't possibly be you!"
The man in the other room was now leaning back in a very relaxed pose, smirking as Eric answered, "Sure its me. Why would I want to share our conversation with the world? I enjoy an entourage just as much as the next person, but having to spend my time with these friends of yours made it really hard to deliver you your flowers this morning..."
Sara's eyes widened as she hung up and ran into the room to confront the man in person...
"What is going on!"
The man just smiled, his eyes, his hair, his skin, his demeaner all seemed just like Eric. then he spoke in Eric's voice, "Your not ticklish are you, Sara?", his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Why don't you meet me for lunch around 2:00 at Chez Girard and we can have some fun finding out, Detective?"
Continue reading at: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=79045
This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy!
Sarah woke up with a start, her eyes immediately going towards the alarm clock! Shoot! She was late! She only had a second to see that it had somehow gotten unplugged during the night. She'd fix it tonight...there was no time to waste if she was going to get to work on time...
She hurriddly threw on her clothes and dashed into the kitchen to grab her car keys. They were sitting exactly where she had put them, but there was a solitary pink rose in the vase next to them. She blinked a few times. She'd sworn she'd seen her regular white roses all dried up and ready to be thrown out yesterday. She'd even made a note to herself on her grocery list to replace them today. Sara shrugged and went over to the fridge to grab a quick liquid morning shake as there was no time for breakfast. There, on the fridge, was her grocery list with a big line drawn through the "roses" notation. Weird. Guess she'd been so tired last night that she'd picked up the wrong color...oh well, whatever...gotta get moving...
She grabbed her briefcase and jumped in her little volkswagan "Bug". Then just as she was about to toss it in the passenger's side, she stopped, staring....there on the seat next to her was a pink rose. "Wha...", she didn't even get her words out before her cell started ringing. She picked it up, "Sarah! Eveyone is wondering where you are! your first meeting starts in fifteen minutes!", her secretary, Cindy was squealing into the phone. "No prob. I'll be there in seconds!" It was Sara's standard reply.
Sara pulled into the FBI's parking lot. She grabbed her things and ran into the building, making a B-line for the elevator. Luckily one gentleman held the door for her as she got on. he was a tall man with blue eyes, pale skin and jet black hair. But it was the pair pair of eyes that made her pause. they were torquise with hints of purple around the edges! He smiled at her,
"You would be, Sara Steinheart?"
Sara nodded.
"Then i take it you would be headed to the thirtysecond floor, to criminology?"
She nodded, again, distracted by his dancing eyes.
"All right then, I'll push the button."
Sara gasped, suddenly feeling stupid, "Oh! thank you! I haven't been myself today!"
The elevator began to move as the handsome face looking back at her smiled, "We all have days like that I suppose. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eric Lawson."
"Nice to meet you, Eric. I'm Sara Stein..."she let her voice drop off as she realized he already knew her name and had told her so. God! She was sounding like such an airhead!
She turned to face the elevator doors as it slowed to approach her floor. "Here's your stop, Sara." She heard his voice chuckle behind her. "Thank you.", she said, hastily exiting the elevator, eager to be among those who'd never guess she'd be capable of being so easily distracted...."Wait! You forgot this!" She heard him call to her as she turned around to retrieve her purse. In it was a solitary pink rose.
"What is this?", she asked him, almost angry.
He looked startled, "It fell out when you dropped your purse, I assumed you'd want it."
"Uh, thanks..." Sara shook her head, bewildered. She just stood there holding the rose in her hand, and probably would have stood there longer if she hadn't heard his voice singing softly while the doors closed..."Everythings comming up roses..."
********************************************
Sara entered the boardroom where several agents were already being debriefed about some strange new psycho on the loose. Only this one was different in that after he'd had his way with his victims, they were not only unharmed, they were actually desperate to find him again! None of his victims could recall anything about what had happened. Only that they had "come to" hours, weeks, or even days later. Sometimes whole months would go by before he'd come back to "claim" them again. The police had had to take a few of the victims into psychological care at the request of their friends or families due to their incessant "waiting" for this strange man. They'd refuse to go anywhere, for fear that they'd miss their "opportunity" to be with this strange predator. In fact, the police where even wondering if they should be involved at all, as it was never the victims that reported what was going on, but rather those around them that complained about the eratic behavior and disappearances. At their wits end, the police had called in the feds who were now dumping it in Sara's lap. Yep, the bottom of the heap of important and stimulating work: not even an assured petty crime to investigate...she was being asigned to investigate if there was something worthy to investigate!
Exasperated, she listened as her bosses lined up two of the "victims" for Sara to interview as well as a possible suspect. She'd be leaving to speak to the suspect and a Caroline Hererra today and then to a Samantha Applegate tommorrow.
She went to her office for a brief moment, pausing only when she saw her secretary's desk had a vase of pink roses. Cindy never bought flowers. She didn't have a boyfriend or husband either. Cindy came over to her desk at that moment...
"Cindy! Where did these flowers come from?"
"Oh! They arrived today as a gift for me, but the card only said, "'Everythings comming up roses', you know, like in that old song..."
Sara shook her head at the coincidences and went into her office.
She sat down, grabbed a pen and pad of paper, and began to make a list of the roses she'd found..."kitchen table, car seat, elevator/purse, Cindy's desk-?", she put a question mark next to the last one, as she didn't know if it was connected or not...not to mention that arcaic show tune that was quoted on Cindy's card and sung by the guy on the elevator. She then proceeded to tear off the top sheet and put it in her top desk drawer when she saw that written on the paper directly under the pad she was holding were the same words she had just written...question mark, dash and all! She quickly added the strange discovery to her list, then tore that page out only to find the same new list on the following page. But this list had one more thing at the end..."Pink feather --?", written in her handwritting style, dash and all. Sara was a bit weirded out at this point, and tossed the note pad to the side, choosing instead to open her bottom left drawer where she kept her office supplies "hidden" and locked from the office "moochers". There, on the top of the pile of notepads, among a bunch of pink roses petals, was a single pink feather. Sara's heart began to pound a little bit. But she reeled herself in, talking to herself as she pulled out a new pad, and gathered her stuff to head on over to the interview with the victim, "You are an agent of the FBI. The police come to you when they need help, for crying out loud! Get a hold of yourself!", she reasoned as she made her way back dwon the elevator and to her car.
She put the key in the ignition and began driving to the facility down the street.
***************************************
Sara looked at the hospital's file on Miss Caroline Hererra before entering the room. It was obvious they considered her a looney. Caroline had been a hot shot lawyer, even been profiled as one of the "rising stars" to watch for in several of the nation's legal magazines. Then she'd started arriving late to work, been tired and unattentive during meetings, and later had taken to disappearing for weeks at a time. The firm had almost fired her when her office had recieved a letter of beautiful script with a wax seal telling them to find Caroline in a nearby park. They'd found her there in a beautiful lace nightgown, bound. When questioned, she couldn't remember anything. But she was determined to "get back into the swing of things." Under the circumstances, the firm decided that it would be best if she was allowed to return so as to keep the incident as quiet as possible since she had become so highly profiled. But the problem returned ten months later according to her family and friends who found her missing during the holidays. She'd turned up again for the new year's first day of work completely unware that anyone had been looking for her, and again couldn't remember anything. however this time she talked incessantly about a "Brian". Flowers and gifts were even sent to her from this "Brian" but no one ever met him. Her apartment neighbors would later say that they heard lots of laughing behind her front door, inlcuding a man's, but they too never saw this "Brian". Then the day came that she disappeared for two months, in the middle of a lawsuit she was overseeing. This time the note was sent to the lawfirm telling them that their founder's grown daughter would discover Caroline in her basement. Immediately they notified the authorities and found Caroline bound in the basement. Afterwords, she was so obsessed with finding "Brian", she wouldn't eat or sleep for fear she'd, "miss him".
Sara pushed the door open, expecting to find a wide eyed woman with wild hair. instead, she found quite the opposite. Sitting down on the side of her bed was a petite blonde with perfectly styled hair, make-up and ensemble. She looked like she was ready to enter the courtroom in any moment. She had a pair of beautiful white pearls on her ears and a matching strand around her neck. She looked up at Sara with patient looking green eyes and smiled, gesturing to the chair at her right.
"Please sit down. I don't bite. I promise if you read my file you'll see that point is noted right next to the box they did check entitled,'nut job'.
Sara sat down noting the humor as a good sign.
"You're hear to ask me about Brian aren't you?"
"Well, yes actually, but also..."
"Why don't you just ask me what's really on your mind?"
Sara blinked a couple of times.
"You already know it, you just don't want to admit it. You want to know why a bigshot, up and commign lawyer like me would loose it over a man, don't you? you want to know if he was worth it?"
Sara found Caroline's directness refreshing, "Yes, I want to know that among other things."
Caroline's thin brows furrowed for a moment, "This day in age a woman of ambition never realy gets to experience the thrill of really being dominated in a way she loves. I think its becasue so few men can accomplish that feat. Brain could do that. Brian is doing that now."
Sara's eyebrows raised involuntarily, but she kept her tone calm, non-judgmental, just like she was traind to, " How is he doing that, Caroline?"
The woman looked at her for a brief moment and laughed right in her face,"Oh! I had no idea how annyoying that was when I used to do waht you are doing with me now! I always used to pretend with my clients that I absolutely beleived everything they told me." Then she paused, "But Brian goes after women like you and me, women with brains and who have what he calls The Weakness".
"What's that weakness, Caroline?"
The woman's eyes changed dramatically at that question. Her green eyes danced like crazy and she giggled, "Are you ticklish?"
"What?", Sara found the sudden childish change of topic unnerving.
"I bet you are, aren't you?"
"Please, Miss Hererra, can we return to the topic at hand?"
But Caroline was singing now, like a little girl, "Everythings comming up roses..."
Sara couldn't get out of the room fast enough, but not before she heard the woman call out, "Tell Brian I miss him, please! Tell him I miss the roses!"
*******************************************
Sara rushed back to the FBI's headquarters just in time to make her second interview with the suspect in custody. As she neared the hallway that would lead her towards the room she felt a hand tickle her armpits down to her sides, making her drop everything. Infuriated she spun around, but didn't see anyone in sight. She bent down gathering her things when she heard his voice behind her," Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator!"
Sara's cheeks were red before she even looked up, "Eric Lawson, either I owe you an apology for this morning or you owe me one serious explanation!"
Eric bent down to help her pick up her papers, "This is about the rose, I assume?"
"Sure is."
"Okay, I admit it, I'm guilty of loosing my nerve. That rose never fell out of your purse, I'd bought it this morning hoping to have an opportunity to ask you out. You caught me, detective. Now, how about meeting me for lunch at Chez Girard at 2:00? I know its later than the usual lunch hour, but I also know that's when you take your lunch downstairs. But I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!" He winked at her.
Sara didn't know whether to take him seriously or not. Part of her wondered if he was a stalker and part of her wondered what her problem was. But both parts would have to wait, as she had to get going and the poor guy was waiting for an answer.
"Fine, two sounds good. I gotta go though, as I'm working a case."
Eric nodded, "Good. you made my day. Now, how can I reach you in case plans change?"
Sara hastily gave him her cell and let him walk by. She then entered the interogation room's hidden behind-the-mirror side room and waited for the agents to bring the suspect in. Soon, she saw a man sit down, face looking at the table in front of him as his handcuffs were removed. Then he looked up at the glass, as if looking through it at her, and winked. Sara almost fainted. It was Eric's face staring back at her!
Just then the phone rang, making her jump and she answered it, still mesmerized by the man in the other room. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator! You know, I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!"
Sara held the phone closer to her ear, "This can't possibly be you!"
The man in the other room was now leaning back in a very relaxed pose, smirking as Eric answered, "Sure its me. Why would I want to share our conversation with the world? I enjoy an entourage just as much as the next person, but having to spend my time with these friends of yours made it really hard to deliver you your flowers this morning..."
Sara's eyes widened as she hung up and ran into the room to confront the man in person...
"What is going on!"
The man just smiled, his eyes, his hair, his skin, his demeaner all seemed just like Eric. then he spoke in Eric's voice, "Your not ticklish are you, Sara?", his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Why don't you meet me for lunch around 2:00 at Chez Girard and we can have some fun finding out, Detective?"
Sara rushed back to the FBI's headquarters just in time to make her second interview with the suspect in custody. As she neared the hallway that would lead her towards the room she felt a hand tickle her armpits down to her sides, making her drop everything. Infuriated she spun around, but didn't see anyone in sight. She bent down gathering her things when she heard his voice behind her," Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator!"
Sara's cheeks were red before she even looked up, "Eric Lawson, either I owe you an apology for this morning or you owe me one serious explanation!"
Eric bent down to help her pick up her papers, "This is about the rose, I assume?"
"Sure is."
"Okay, I admit it, I'm guilty of loosing my nerve. That rose never fell out of your purse, I'd bought it this morning hoping to have an opportunity to ask you out. You caught me, detective. Now, how about meeting me for lunch at Chez Girard at 2:00? I know its later than the usual lunch hour, but I also know that's when you take your lunch downstairs. But I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!" He winked at her.
Sara didn't know whether to take him seriously or not. Part of her wondered if he was a stalker and part of her wondered what her problem was. But both parts would have to wait, as she had to get going and the poor guy was waiting for an answer.
"Fine, two sounds good. I gotta go though, as I'm working a case."
Eric nodded, "Good. you made my day. Now, how can I reach you in case plans change?"
Sara hastily gave him her cell and let him walk by. She then entered the interogation room's hidden behind-the-mirror side room and waited for the agents to bring the suspect in. Soon, she saw a man sit down, face looking at the table in front of him as his handcuffs were removed. Then he looked up at the glass, as if looking through it at her, and winked. Sara almost fainted. It was Eric's face staring back at her!
Just then the phone rang, making her jump and she answered it, still mesmerized by the man in the other room. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Sara Steinheart of The Illustrous Elevator! You know, I hate the food here. I've just been enduring the stuff these past few weeks to watch you!"
Sara held the phone closer to her ear, "This can't possibly be you!"
The man in the other room was now leaning back in a very relaxed pose, smirking as Eric answered, "Sure its me. Why would I want to share our conversation with the world? I enjoy an entourage just as much as the next person, but having to spend my time with these friends of yours made it really hard to deliver you your flowers this morning..."
Sara's eyes widened as she hung up and ran into the room to confront the man in person...
"What is going on!"
The man just smiled, his eyes, his hair, his skin, his demeaner all seemed just like Eric. then he spoke in Eric's voice, "Your not ticklish are you, Sara?", his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Why don't you meet me for lunch around 2:00 at Chez Girard and we can have some fun finding out, Detective?"
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