|
Post by rafe on Nov 10, 2009 13:44:39 GMT -5
This was the last time he got his ass kicked and saved a cop from a hungry posse of vampires. Ok, probably not the last time he got his ass kicked, but definitively the last time he helped a cop…no matter how cute she was. Ok, probably not the last time he got swayed by a pretty face and a hot body…but he was sure about the not helping a cop thing nevertheless.
Working with Douglas, Rafe had found a nest of nasty bloodsucking leeches causing mayhem in New Orleans. So there he went to save the day and get the girl get kicked out of the girl’s bed…definitively not helping a cop again!
The good part was that he had chopped off a few vampire head, so there was a few less blood drinking nasties around to kill innocent and hot women. What a bunch of bastards, killing sexy exotic dancers! Couldn’t they be killing ugly biker guys instead? Not that Rafe didn’t care about their life, but he cared far more for the hot dancers life…wasn’t he a gentleman?
He had awaken in a hospital bed after blacking out from having his ass kicked, and there were two police officers standing outside the room all the time, not to mention that they had barred the windows. Well, at least he got to know the hot nice nurse and leave a lasting impression.
Now? Now he was in an interrogation room with his hands handcuffed behind his back and two big guys in bad suits standing at the door. Where was the trust? Just because he was a wanted thief and con man that was supposedly dead and with a mile long police sheet, he suddenly wasn’t trustworthy anymore? It would take a really outstanding lawyer to get him out of this mess…problem was he couldn’t afford one. Who was he kidding? He would probably need a whole law firm working around the clock and they would still have a hard time. Yeah...that didn’t sound very good. But they should allow him to get out of jail for good behavior in about…oh…a hundred years? Now, what was the chance of that happening, him behaving?
And where the hell was Douglas? Rafe couldn’t decide if he was supposed to be worried if she was alright or if he should tell her to go to hell for getting his ass behind bars.
|
|
|
Post by Sotoria Douglas on Nov 10, 2009 14:18:28 GMT -5
From the other side of a huge glass window, Marshall Emmilynn Douglas watched her charge as he fidgeted uneasily. For the past few days, she intentionally kept her distance because it wouldn't do to have her boss suspect that she might actually be having feelings for their bad boy. IT would have completely ruined any chance she'd had of springing King that that she couldn't risk. Not when he'd actually saved her life from those blood sucking fiends and taken a royal ass kicking in the process.
"So, Douglas, are you still sure you want to take this road? Rafael King as a rap sheet a mile long and hes bound to be trouble." her commander stated behind her.
Turning to meet his eyes levelly, the auburn haired beauty lifted her chin and let a bored expression settle on her features. Her delicate face was lined with fading bruises but the hand marks around her neck were the most disconcerting.
"Look at him, Captain. He's proven time and time that he can get around the system and he's familiar with the sort of criminals we want off the streets. We need someone who has walked on the other side and after studying Kings file... I have reason to believe that he's got potential. Of all his crimes, there is only one as a juvenile that would concern me and I think we both know what really happened in that situation."
Moving forward, she picked up the file in question and flipped it open before continueing.
"I believe that King could be one of our best tools if we use him right. If hes only going to rot in prison anyways, why not put him to use? It seems to make perfect sense to me and if I'm there to keep him in line... Well, what can it hurt to try?"
Nodding along to her assessment, the older Marshall went to the door and then lead the way into the interragation room. As they stepped inside, Emmi saw Rafe's eyes flash to hers and she gave him a look that was a silent warning.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. King." Captian Smith said before seating himself on the table. "I think you know what your doign here and why but Marshall Douglas has presented us with a unique alternative to your current circumstances. She has suggested that instead of locking you up in a maximum security prison, we use the god given talents you have and put you to work. I"m here to offere you a one time deal... I suggest you think about it wisely because after I walk out of that door, the offer is terminated and you'll be immediately charged with every single crime I can find to lay at your door."
Fallign silent for a moment, the older man waited until that settled before continueing.
"Now then..... Marshall Douglas has convinced us that you could benifit our team as an agent rather than in handcuffs. You obviously know your way around the criminal mind and we have a series of violent cases that we've been unable to crack. After your lastest escapade bringing down the local cult, we think that you could help us solve some of those.... Of course, there will be some restrictions placed on you and Marshall Douglas herself will be overseeing you. One wrong move on your part and she'll haul your ass in quicker than you can say "Son of a Bitch". Understand me?"
Careful to keep her expression unreadable, Emmi watched the suprise and disbelief flicker through Rafes eyes. He was obviously having a hard time understanding this all so she stepped forward.
"Basically, Mr. King.... As long as you behave as an agent should... You will have the protection of a badge but as soon as you step off the straight and narrow, you will find yourself right back here."
|
|
|
Post by rafe on Nov 10, 2009 16:10:55 GMT -5
There was nothing more boring than waiting on an interrogation room until his ass was thrown into prison. He should know, that had happened to him more than once. But this was a federal prison this time, so at least he was moving up in life.
“Yo, would be too much to ask for a cold beer while I wait?”
When the men at the door remained impassive, Rafael just sighed and mumbled under his breath, “Guess so.”
It was then that the door unlocked and Douglas entered the room with some older guy. Rafael’s eyes moved immediately to her, scanning her to see if she was ok, and besides a few bruises she looked alright. So it would be the time he would give her hell for getting him in jail…or would be if her glare hadn’t succeeded in keeping his mouth shut.
Listening to the man speak, Rafe looked at Douglas with an ‘is he serious?’ look on his face. Off course he was serious, those guys didn’t look like the types that had any sense of humor. Working with the cops…like hell he was going to work with them. Wait, a maximum security prison? Where does he sign on to help?
‘Local cult’, was that how they called a bunch of vampires lately? Cute.
To say he was surprised it would be the understatement of the year, those guys really wanted him working with them? A hunter with government funding? Rafe with a badge? Ok, so he had to struggle hard to stop from laughing when he was thinking what sort of mayhem he could create with a badge. And Douglas would be watching him? He knew she had a major crush on him…oh alright…it was his ego.
“Now that’s interesting…you guys want my help?” he asked with a smirk. “If I accept, I have a few terms of my own, and those aren’t negotiable. First I would need an expenses account that I can use for booze and lap dances…what?! That can be useful when we are looking for suspects on a strip club! “
Trying to look nonchalantly, Rafe moved his legs up and placed them over the table. “Now second…whoa!” losing his balance, his chair fell back on the floor with a loud thud. Raising his head to Douglas and the other guy since he was having a hard time pulling himself up with his hands handcuffed under the chair, he threw their way an annoyed glance.
“A little help here please?”
|
|
|
Post by Sotoria Douglas on Nov 10, 2009 19:34:22 GMT -5
Leaning on the far wall, Emmi smoothed her black dress suit and inwardly groaned at Kings total disregard for the trouble he was in. The man seemed to have no clue how thin of a wire he was walking and one mistake would be all it took to get this oppertunity yanked right out from under him. Just that thought had her grinding her teeth since her career could very well go down the drain with it.
As Rafe kept running his mouth, Emmi was half tempted to wash her hands of him and walk away. Why was she putting her own career on the line for a bad boy with authority issues again? Taking a deep breath, she was about to snap at him for his disrespect when fate dealt him a well deserved blow to his ego. One moment he was making an ass of himself as usual... The next.. He was laying on his back still handcuffed to the chair. Rolling her eyes, the auburn haired marshall moved around the table and crossed her arms as she arched a brow at him.
"Sure... I'll be glad to help you.. Help you right back into that jail cell if you don't start taking this very, VERY seriously, King." she said before leaning down and hauling him, chair and all, back upright.
"Right now, the only thing standing between you and prison is me so... Try not to piss me off will you? It won't go easy for you and my neck is on the line here too." she hissed into his ear before stepping back and looking towards her boss. "Maybe we should give him a bit of time to think about it, Captain?"
Turning away from him, the red head made as if to head for the door.
|
|
|
Post by rafe on Nov 11, 2009 1:57:58 GMT -5
Oh great, at least they had no sense of humor to laugh of him. Now who was going to take his demands seriously when he had just landed on the floor while pulling his best smug attitude? Oh alright, they wouldn’t fall for his demands either way.
You know, save the day, kill the bad guys and get your ass thrown into jail for it, it didn’t seemed a very fair trade. So fine…he was there because of other things he had done, if you want to get all technical about it. But saving lives didn’t account for anything anymore? If they knew half of what he had done they probably give him a medal. Hmmm then again, if they knew the other half they would throw him in jail anyways.
So there was Douglas, scowling at him. She should be his biggest fan…at least she hadn’t slapped him yet, a lot of women seemed to do that, so it must mean she likes him. But hell, she did have a way of shutting him up when she gave him that tone and glare of death that made him think twice before opening his mouth again…for a minute or two.
Watching as she started to move to the door, he sighed. Sure he was trying to buy time and try to think of a way out of this mess that didn’t have him helping the cops. There was no magical way out, no surreal escape this time. He couldn’t even manage to pick her pockets for the handcuffs with his arms locked behind his back like that. But he had made a promise of not helping a cop again just a couple of minutes ago. Oh alright! Add it to the long list of promises he didn’t kept.
“Ok, OK! I’m in…” he said still struggling against the thought, “But I get at least that cold beer I asked those guys? Hmmm no? What about taking off the handcuffs at least? Come on, aren’t we supposed to trust each other?”
Trying his best, Rafe gave the pair an unconvincing angelic smile.
|
|
|
Post by Sotoria Douglas on Nov 11, 2009 12:44:55 GMT -5
Yes, she was going to end up shooting herself. That was the conclusion Emmi came to as she sent him a glare over her shoulder and then took a deep breath. Her Captain gave her a speaking look and it took all her self control not to avoid his eyes and look at him levelly before she spoke.
"Its your call, sir. If you feel that its to big of a risk then that is your decision."
Keeping her voice remote, the marshall dropped her glasses over her eyes once more. Signaling that she was ready to leave the room, she watched her boss as he seemed to think and then shrug.
"He's in your custody, Douglas. He gets out of line and its not just him that is going to be in trouble.. Its all of us.... This is highly unusual but if you think its worth the shot, I will follow your instincts."
Moving to the door, he called to the guard and then watched as the men entered and Kings handcuffs were undone. Giving him a cool look, Emmi motioned for him to follow her and Smith out of the room. With her eyes hidden behind the dark glasses, she was able to hide her expression.
"I'll take King and see to the paperwork, sir. I believe Kyle has it all set up."
Nodding, the older man gave her one last look and then left her to it.
"I hope you know what your doing, Douglas." was his final shot.
"Me too" the auburn haired beauty muttered under her breath before giving Rafe a shove towards Marshall Jacksons office.
"you better be worth it King!"
|
|
|
Post by rafe on Nov 11, 2009 13:45:42 GMT -5
Watching the pair, Rafael just stood there with a smirk on his lips. At least they were smart enough to admit that there were things out there that they weren’t prepared to deal with. Took them long enough to get him in custody and he couldn’t even shapeshift or had super strength. But yeah, they couldn’t be that smart if they were actually going through with giving him a badge and expect him to behave…they obviously didn’t knew him very well.
With a sigh of relief, he rubbed his wrists once the handcuffs were removed. Why was Douglas even doing this? Sticking her neck out for him like this? For someone like Rafe it was something impossible to understand after a whole life of knowing only those who would only act for personal gain. The fact that he was a hunter and had saved lives was more than enough to make him the good Samaritan in his world.
Standing out of the chair, he moved to follow the pair outside and stopped on his way to grin to the guys in suits at the door. “Well boys, it was fun but I have to go, duty calls.”
Like he would resist seeing that angry glares on their faces!
It was then that Douglas started shoving down the corridor. He was perfectly fine with pretending to be dead and she was the one that had dragged him there…he was about to tell her that the bossy dominatrix attitude wasn’t very flattering to her when he started to imagine her in sexy lingerie and a whip. He opened his mouth to speak, but damn she had a way of shutting him up! One look at her face was enough to stop him from shooting off his mouth.
Rafe followed her into Marshall Jacksons’ office and let his eyes wander as they talked. His green eyes soon went to a halt when he noticed that wicked set of shades on the Marshall’s desk.
Taking a step forward, Rafe ‘accidentally’ tripped on his own feet, bumping on Douglas and leaning on the desk to avoid falling into the floor. Giving them both an apologetic smile, he stepped back. It might have made him look foolish, but at least he had nice sunglasses stashed under the sleeve of his jacket.
|
|
|
Post by Sotoria Douglas on Nov 14, 2009 10:32:24 GMT -5
Major Massive Migraine Headache. Yes, that is what she felt coming on as she watched Rafe nab a pair of expensive sunglasses off of Tag's desk and then pocket them. It was a good thing she disliked the other Marshall or she might have had to turn around and arrest Rafe before they even made it out the door. Since that wouldn't have looked real good to her boss, whom she had just tried so hard to convince this would work, she refrained from slapping him on the back of the head and turned her attention to the file sitting on Tag's desk.
"Are those the papers he has to sign?" she asked coolly before the man tossed it across to her and threw down a pen.
"He needs to put his John Hancock on all those before leaving this office. He's responsible for any and every of his actions from this moment forward... and you better be damned sure about this Douglas, cause its your badge on the line here too. One screw up on his part and you both are done."
Nodding, Emmi's emerald gaze sent cold chips of ice at the man before she handed the pen to King and flipped the file open.
"I'm quiet aware of that, Sir. I assure you.. If King screws up.. I will shoot him myself."
Then, shooting the man in question a look, she nodded at the papers.
"Sign those so we can get your other stuff lined out."
As she waited, she picked up a box of items and took out a badge, a government issued gun and several other important documents. Once he was through, she handed him the articales and watched as he put the badge on his belt.
"When representing the bureau, you need to dress appropriately... That is non negotible so I guess we need to take you shopping again. When investigating, you can wear whatever but any public functions need to dressed for accordingly. Since you are my partner, you will ride with me and we have a government issued Expedition that is for work use and NOT JOYRIDING. Understand?"
Casting Tag a look, she closed the file and tossed it back to the man.
"I will fill him in on hte other details while we set him up. If you'll excuse us?"
Heading for the door, Emmi hid her unease from the other marshall as she shot Rafe a look.
"Lets go."
|
|
|
Post by rafe on Nov 15, 2009 17:39:38 GMT -5
Now to say he wasn’t itching to sign those papers as Johnny Walker would be a lie, but yeah, Douglas would probably set up a firing squad for him if he done so, so it was a no-no.
Rafael watched the exchange between the pair with that trademarked smug grin in his lips. He wasn’t aware that his new ‘partner’ had witnessed him getting the sunglasses. So ok, she looked mad at him…but honestly, when wasn’t she giving the glare of death?
And yeah, a new PARTNER, he groaned inwardly at the though. The hunter had a couple partners in the end and it didn’t end well. One had just got fed up with his sleeping around, the other just vanished without a clue…twice. He had searched for her once, but after she had left the second time around…well, if she didn’t want to stick around he wouldn’t push it. It wasn’t like he had feelings for her. Ok he had and that had been a major mistake, but he was over it now.
Now the biggest problem was that Douglas wasn’t a huntress, she was a cop. Hunting and cops never mixed very well in the past. Mostly because he had more than once taken a questionable action to get the job done, and instead of chopping off heads or digging up graves to burn and salt remains, she probably would be more inclined to put the demon under handcuffs. Hmmm…wasn’t he getting a pair of handcuffs as well? He surely would have more fun joyriding with the handcuffs in a date instead of with a car, that was for sure.
“What, no handcuffs?”
And oh, shinny badge! He still couldn’t believe that they were giving him one, not only that, they were giving him a gun! Not that pea shooter would make the cut with the things out there, but really they trusted him with a gun? “Now joyriding…you’re such a party pooper! That’s fine, I rather joyride in my bike. Can’t you guys use your resources to track it and find who stole that for me? And you want me to dress like that guy?” he said pointing at the other man, great now the guy was glaring at him as well. Maybe it was a trend with the cops?
“What is wrong with my jeans and leather jacket? The ladies find it dashing…” he said as he looked at Douglas and there she was again with the glare of death. “…At least those who aren’t eager to shoot me…yet anyways,” he mumbled.
And then he followed her out of the room, keeping to herself while she handled the rest of the details until they stepped out into the sun where he took out a wicked set of shades to shield his eyes from the sun and glanced at his reflection on the window.
“Damn! I make it look good don’t I? Hey Douglas, can I get those ties with palm trees drawn on them? Those are kind of cool.”
|
|