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Nov-7-2009 22:10

"Brr... I'm cold."

Those were the first words that came out of Elizabeth March's mouth as she entered the hall of the well located house in London. Luckily, the place was warm and cozy.

Empty, too. She wondered were all the servants were.

Well, they'd show up, eventually. She could bet they were in the kitchen, talking and playing cards. She didn't mind. They deserved their rest and some fun.

With that in mind, she moved to the living room, dragged a chair near the fireplace and sat there, just staring at the roaring fire.

Much was in her mind. Her past life as a burglar still haunted her. All the wrong things she had done still lived in her nightmares. The woman let out a tired sigh. All that was in the past now.

She had a new life. An agency. Friends. A new name.

Yes. A new life.

It could be a better one, if she didn't have to carefully hide her past from everyone. She had to mind every word that came out of her mind. Every letter she received. Every phone call...

RING. RING.

Damn phone.

She sighed and got up, reluctantly.

"Hello."

"Miss Elizabeth March?"

"Yes. Who's there?"

"Just a friend who wants you to know that dreams may shatter like glass..."

"What, what do you..."

He had hung up, and so did she.

She was still standing by the phone, trembling, when she heard the footsteps. She didn't turn around. It was probably just one of the servants. Yes, it was Gerald, her butler.

He had asked something whose meaning she couldn't reach. Maybe how she was.

"Sorry, Gerald. I'm fine. I was talking on the phone, and felt slightly light-headed."

She forced a smile to the man. He smiled back.

"Maybe you should take a bath and rest, ma'am.", the man suggested, carefully.

"Not now. I've got a phone call to make. After that, I'll do what you say."

She watched as the man left the room and picked the phone back up. She dialed a number, hoping the person on the other side was home. (...)

Nov-19-2009 10:30

"Charlie,it's me,Vulkie. Molly and Pierce have been shot down. Molly's daughter is also here,but she's fine,just unconscious. Please inform the rest,I'm going to call the hospital and ask for an ambulance." Vulkie said with one breath and "disconnected" the call.

She called the nearest hospital in the neighbourhood and within 5 minutes,Molly and Pierce were taken with the ambulance. Vulkie stayed behind with Molly's daughter.

Just then,Molly's daughter woke slowly up and shouted : "Who are you?! WHERE AM I?!"

Vulkie calmed her down and explained what happened.

"Your mommy is going to be alright." Vulkie said,and she thought : "I hope" after the sentence.

"We're going to some friends of your mother,you'll be safe there." Vulkie said and so she left with Molly's daughter to go to Charlie,Elizabeth and Marc.

Nov-19-2009 10:33

(just saw that I made a little error,thanks to Marc also,but I discovered it also too late -.-. The room Charlie and the gang stays in is 608,not 905 -.- Pardon me for not watching out carefully -.-)

Nov-19-2009 10:46

"Tim? No, no, no... I don't think he'd do it. At least, not like that," Elizabeth said, "We used to work together, 'bout two years ago, and kept on... socializing after that. Have you got any piece of evidence on him?", she asked, dropping back on the bed with a moan.

"I haven't got much evidence on him," Marc said, "The only bit I have is that he niether denied nor admitted to it. If he didn't do it, then he sure as hell knows who did it. I can feel it. I'm going to go back to the hospital and interrogate him some more. Joseph? You want to come?"

"Sure, why not?" Joseph said.

Marc and Joseph left the room. On his way out he heard the phone ring but payed no attention to it. It was getting dark outside. It had been three days and Marc had a good enough lead to know that O'Leay knew who was threatening Elizabeth and he was going to get the information one way or another.

They walked into the hospital and went to the registration desk.
"Can I help you?" The nurse behind the desk said.
"I'm here to see a man named Tim O'Leary. Has a broken leg or two." Marc said.

She pulled out the chart and said. "Room 503 on the second floor."

Marc and Joseph walked quickly up the stairs to the room. Standing infront of the door were two of his goons. "You've got a lot of nerve showing up here. Why don't you get lost or we'll make an example of you," One of them said. Joseph and Marc pulled their guns out and ordered the two henchmen to step aside. The two complied and Marc and Joseph entered the room.

Asleep in the bed was O'Leary. Marc grabbed a chair and shoved it under the handle of the door knob and locked the door so no one could get in. Things were about to get brutal. If there was any one kind of person Marc didn't like, it was the kind of person who lied and threatened other people. He didn't like criminals period, but people like O'Leary, he hated them.

He wouldn't kill O'Leay but he would make him talk. (Contin...)

Nov-19-2009 10:56

*as Annabelle*

This woman had made a mistake. Anna had no mother. She had lived in an orphanage all her life!

"I don't know what you're talking about! Lemme go!" Anna screeched, her dark eyes squinted in rage. "I don't have a mother! Where are you taking me?!"

***meanwhile***

Molly had come to when she realized she had left something undone.

"Bring me the phone." Molly called, and a nearby nurse complied. She dialed the number with effort, and was connected to the hotel. She asked for room 608. It rang twice and then Charlie picked up.

"Hello?" he sounded strained.

"Charlie...it's Molly." she said, wincing as the fresh bandages rubbed against her wound.

"Molly!" he sounded surprised but relieved. "How--"

"Look, I don't have a lot of time." Molly said apologetically, resting her head on the pillow for a brief moment before she continued. "I just need you to do some very specific things regarding Annabelle for me. She does not know me, I would prefer it if you did not reference me when you speak to her. I need you to get out about $5000; I'll pay you back. Take her to the orphanage where she was stolen, speak to the Mother Superior. Tell her you want to enact Plan B. She'll know what you mean. Give her the money; one of her younger Sisters will escort Annabelle out of the country until Jack is apprehended."

Charlie agreed somewhat skeptically and said that he'd see who was willing to do it for her. She voiced her thanks and then hung up. She then crawled from her bed, ignoring the nurses protests to stagger down the hall.

"Tell me where Pierce Evans Malone is." she stopped a doctor in the hall.

Nov-19-2009 11:03

O'Leary lay asleep in his bed from the morphine pain medication and antibiotics they had him on.

"Wake up, O'Leary!" Joseph said, "We're not through yet."

O'Leary awoke with a start and a sharp pain ran through is broken leg. He hit the morphine button and more dripped into his IV which relieved him of pain.

"What do you want?" He snarled, "Havent' you caused me enough pain already? I told you I didn't do nothing!"

"Oh we know that you didn't do it. But I do know that you are hiding something and we're not leaving until you tell us." Joseph said.

O'Leary opened his mouth to yell but Marc cut him short saying, "Screaming isn't going to help. You see that chair?' He said pointing to the chair under the door knob, "Its locked until we get our information."

"You'll get nothing from me!" He yelled.

"You shouldn't hold back from my friend here," Joseph said, "You see, I'm going to ask you a question. If you don't answer my questions, then I'm going to turn around and my friend here," He said pointing to Marc, "I'm going to let him take control. He's already broken your leg so I'd start talking if I were you."

"Bite me!"

"Now, let's start with question one. Who is threatening Elizabeth?"
"How should I know?"
Joseph, a man of his word, turned around and Marc went up to O'Leary and struck him in the face.

"Hitting me will get you no where."

"Fine," Marc said. He pulled out his knife and walked over to the sling that held O'Leary's broken leg. "YOu going to talk?"

"You don't have it in you to cut that sling, detective-"
He was cut short again when Marc cut the sling. O'Leary's leg slammed onto his bed.

"AAAUUUUURRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" O'Leary screamed in pain.

"Start talking!" Marc yelled. Within seconds there were knocks at the door followed by, "Open up! Open up the door!"
Things were getting tense. After a brutal interrogation which left O'Leary with a busted lip, two black eyes, and a few bruised ribs (Cont..)

Nov-19-2009 11:07

O'Leary finally gave Marc and Joseph one more name of whom might be threatening Elizabeth; a crooked British police officer named Bill Duncan. Years ago, he made some arrests and Elizabeth had been one of them. But she got out due to the lack of evidence and he has been after her since then.

Marc and Joseph went to the door and threw the chair out of the way and the door flew open. A doctor and two nurses busted in the door screaming incoherent words at Joseph and Marc who ignored them. The next place they would go would be the police station and have a little fun with some crooked cops.

Nov-19-2009 11:33

Molly heard angry screaming down the hall.

"Beat him up...broken leg...ribs...!"

Molly lifted an eyebrow. "Marc must be here." she said decidedly. She looked down, and winced.

"Not my best day." she said, and leaned against the wall, her white suit splattered with blood and dirt. Her shoulder was heavily bandaged; apparently she had lost quite a bit of blood. And she was worried about Pierce, none of the doctors were talking...

Nov-19-2009 20:10

"I know a few people at the Yards," Zeo told Marc, "In fact, most of them are good people, unlike the cops in the States, but of course there's always the exceptions. I'm sure I can get my friends to hand over Duncan to us for some 'questioning'."

As they walked down the hospital ward they bumped into a heavily injured Molly. They exchanged their stories as to what was happening on both sides. A nurse then informed Molly that she found Pierce, whom Molly was looking for. "We should head down to the Yard now before it gets really late. Molly, we will return here to see you right after."

The two detectives then headed over to the Victoria Embankment by the River Thames. Zeo seemed to know the area quite well. When they entered the New Scotland Yard headquarter, some officers even recognized Zeo and greeted him. Zeo asked for a Captain Leopold Parr and they were taken to see him immediately.

"Joseph! Long time! What brings you back in London? How is the Bureau treating you?" Captain Parr shook Zeo's hand.

Zeo sighed and let his old friend know that he had enough of his director, but was holding on fine. He then explained his visit to London with the O'Leary case, as well as how he was helping out with his friend with the Elizabeth March situation.

"Officer Bill Duncan? Yes, I think he works the night shift and was just reporting in. I can get you a room where you can 'interview' him...." Leopold replied. Being in the Yard for years, Captain Parr can spot an interrogator from miles away. Seeing the looks on Lacrimosa's face, the captain added, "Just make sure you don't leave any marks...."

Zeo quickly responded, "Don't worry Leopold, we won't get you into any trouble. Being in the force for so long, I know all the tricks: hammer on telephone books, smacking the palm of the feet... I assure you we won't leave a trace."

"I don't need to know the detail, just get on with what you need." The captain stated. He quickly arranged an interviewing room for them.

Nov-19-2009 23:18

Molly nodded her thanks at Joseph and Marc and followed the nurse, who looked at her slight stagger with pursed lips, but said nothing.

"Your friends in here." she said, gesturing to a room. "And I should warn you; I don't know what kind of trouble you got that poor man into but he might not pull out of it."

She left, and Molly sighed and pushed open the door. Pierce was swathed in blankets as pale as his pasty flesh, and his chest rose and fell irregularly. She crossed the room and took the chair next to the bed, grasping his cold hand in hers and resting her cheek against it.

"I'm sorry, my dear, dear friend." she whispered softly, and remained there for a few minutes before rising and planting a kiss on his forehead. "Thank you."

Immensely uncomfortable with the hospital atmosphere, she checked herself out and headed for the hotel, where she slunk into her room without attracting notice from the room across the hall. There, she gingerly showered and cleaned herself up, putting on clean clothing before she sat down at the desk to think.

"Where have you gone, Jack?" she murmured to the empty air, and then wondered when she should go meet the others at the hospital.

"Maybe I'll just shut my eyes for a moment...to think." she said, curling up on the bed. The room suddenly seemed large and entirely too empty. With that last thought, she slipped into a fitful sleep, only to be woken a mere hour later.

"Ms. Maltese, we have some bad news regarding your friend Mr. Malone." a hospital aide told her in regretful tones, and Molly barely resisted the urge to scream. "Is it possible that you would know who to contact for arrangements?"

Dully, Molly gave the orderly the name and phone number of Pierce's sister whom she had met on a couple of occasions. Then she hung up and threw the phone as hard as she could against the wall, where it promptly splintered and fell in shards to the carpet. She sank to the carpet as well.

Nov-20-2009 10:25

"BANG!" Elizabeth and Charlie looked at eachother "That came from Molly's room." Charlie said. "Clift watch Elizabeth I'm gonna check that out." said Charlie opening the door and drawing his pistol.

Charlie made his way across the hall...."Hmm nothing looks out of place." He thought to himself.

Charlie knocked on the door....no answer. He turned the door knob and pushed. The door came open easily. As Charlie walked in he saw Molly sitting on the floor.

" Molly, whats wrong? Was someone here?" asked Charlie. Looking around he saw the phone...what was left of it in a pile by the far wall. "So thats what made the noise." Charlie thought to himself.

"Charlie...he's gone" is all Molly said.