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    Days Of Future Past – (Chapter: 103)

    Days Of Future Past – 103

     

     

                “I cannot believe you did this to me, Fred,” lamented Alex.  They were walking down the hallway of a courtroom.  Alex’s heels slammed on the fake marble, and Fred’s shoes made no sound at all. 

     

                Fred rolled his eyes, “You are telling me you don’t want to find the connection to Escobar?” 

     

                “That isn’t what I said.  What I said was, I couldn’t believe you hired an outside investigator to help put this together.  You don’t trust the NYPD?”  Alex shot back and Fred continued to shake his head, Alex turning her cell phone off as it run at her hip.

     

                “Alex,” Fred put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her walking motion, “I want this guy as badly as you.  Why won’t you let this investigator…?”

     

                “Because it is sending the message to my office that you don’t think they are good enough.  They are.” 

     

                “Alex, this is going to happen, deal with it,” with that, Fred walked away, leaving Alex to simmer.

     

    ~C:DoFP~

     

                “So you were a US Marshal?” asked Brian, the woman nodded.  Turning her hazel gaze to him, giving him a cool smile, she wasn’t here to make friends.  She was here to do a job, end of the deal.  No more emotional entanglements for her, she’d been there and done that.  This cute little ADA wasn’t going to get under her now thick skin. 

     

                “That’s impressive.”

     

                “Uh huh,” was all that Bree offered up, walking around the conference room, studying the walls that were covered with facts about Clark Dutch.  Her cane made tapping sounds when she stopped.  Another wall was covered with facts about the elusive Escobar, she studied them with quick eyes. 

     

                “Not much for small talk?”  Brian asked, leaning sexily on the corner of the shelf.  He kept letting his gaze wash over her frame, flared hips, sexy gait, cascading hair, and luminous eyes that just left you breathless. 

     

                “No.  Who else is working on this case?”

     

                “Um, that would be Nick, Finn, Rossi, and Steele.  Why?”

     

                “Get them in here.”

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