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Astronomy Of The Wicked Sky; James/OC
Topic Started: Nov 2 2010, 01:46 AM (2,205 Views)
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Well, here I go again... couldn't help it. This story was in my mind for far too long. I had to write it down.


Type: Hetero.
Pairing: James/OC
Warnings: Sex, swearing, and some violence.
Disclaimer: All events are entirely fictional.



Astronomy of the wicked sky.



(Andy's POV)


The court resigned for deliberation and I followed Mike out of the courtroom into the long corridor. I clenched my fists when the sleazy defense lawyer walked by me with a grin on his face. Mike's hand landed on my shoulder and I relaxed my fingers, which were digging nails into my palms. In five years of working as an assistant for the federal prosecutor, I never learned to hold my anger in place and wear a polite fake smile.

“Andy, just relax, he won't win. The evidence is overwhelming, and unless the jury is picked from the idiots of this city, he won't get away with it. At least not now, not from this courtroom. I'm sure he will appeal... but that's not up to us.” Mike was twenty years older than me and was always acting more like my father than my boss.

I was the only woman on his team, plus the youngest one, appointed by the FBI as the Federal Attorney Assistant, as a promotion after a hard case. When I first came to Mike's office, he had my file on his desk and I was ready to hear that I would be an office rat, just helping with the paper work, and would never see the inside of a courtroom, but boy, was I wrong.

Mike knew everything about me. I had to disclose all the information in my file, all twenty-four years of my life, in a small black folder. He also pulled the records of the trial from many years ago, the trial of my parents' killer. I was ten, the only witness, and I had to testify against him in front of a jury, judge, and multiple lawyers. They tried to make it sound as though I was a confused, scared little girl, but I pulled all my nerves in one big ball and stood my ground. There were no tears, no fear, just anger, and I did it. He was convicted and sent to prison.

I was sent to an orphanage, and my life would be very different now if I hadn't met officer Thompson... Rob. When I was twelve, I stole his car. I did it on a dare. We were bored and usually unsupervised, so we played truth or dare. When my turn came, I was dared to steal the car of the next person, who drove up to the small convenient store in front of our window. As fate would have it, that dare changed my life.

I got into the car, but was spooked by the drunk couple. All I got was a small plastic pass, which was on the dash board. I read the well known abbreviation on the card and felt my stomach turning with fear. But of all the things in the world I was set on battling, my fears were the most important. I'd swore that I'd do it, despite my friends' willingness to forgive me my failed dare.

Steal an FBI officer's car from the parking lot in front of a federal building in the middle of the day. I set that goal for myself and I did it. It took me a month to plan everything, and that was when, to my surprise, I realized that I was good at planning, noticing small details, and at reading people. I had talent in planning and executing the perfect crime.

I got the car out of the city and left it by a small gas station. Then, I caught the bus back to town with my trophies: a portfolio full of documents, car keys, and a gun that I found in the glove compartment. After showing my victory treasures to my friends, I burned the papers and buried the gun and keys in one of the the back yards of the nearby housing community.

When Officer Thompson arrived at our orphanage a week later, I was surprised. I left no evidence, no traces, I was sure my crime was a clean one. I'd planed it perfectly. He spent about an hour talking to the supervisor, then left without ever asking to see me. As soon as I'd breathed freely, I was called to the principal's office, and was told that Mister and Misses Thompson... had adopted me.

Rob—I never learn to call him father—asked me how I did it, and I told him the truth. He listened to my story carefully, about how I watched him, learned his routine, and disabled the low jack and radio in his car. After learning what I did with the documents and the gun, he asked me to show him where I hid it. And that was the end of it.

He never arrested or punished me. I still have no idea why he didn't. I was an unruly, awful mannered teen, stubborn as an ox, with a mind that never stopped thinking of ways to get into trouble. And he turned that mind to work for good. I finished law school and started my work as an FBI Intelligence Analyst.

Mike broke my string of thought, turning my face to him and smiling.

“You'll see, he'll be locked up.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so, trust me. Now tell me, why are you still here? You're leaving right? You won't be stupid enough to stay in town?”

“Do I really have to? Maybe he won't come after me... I have two guards following me even into the restroom, in the last two days I've had no privacy whatsoever!”

“Andromeda Alice Mitchell, you are going away until we find him, that's an order.”

“Yes sir. Please don't call me that, you know how much I hate my full name. I have no idea what my parents were thinking...”

“You know, Andromeda, translation from the Greek, means the ruler of men. The heroine who was saved from the sea monster by Perseus. So unless you have a man named Percy as your guard, you're going to lay low.”

“I can check all the officer's names, I'm sure there's one with that name.” I smiled, but Mike's face turned serious.

“Andy, we're not dealing with some common criminal. This guy is beyond smart, it took a team of four detectives and you to trace him down. He doesn't do anything without thinking it through. He purposely left that list in his cell, and your name is on it. Leave town, and only come back when he's caught, promise me.”

“He left it to make us fear him. That's what he wants! He enjoys this power over people. I hate playing by his rules!” I clenched my fists. I just know he's sitting somewhere and laughing, watching us trying to hide in paranoid fear.

An officer made his way to me and handed me a small white envelop. “Captain Mitchell, this just arrived for you. Said it's important.”

I quickly opened it and pulled out a small photograph. Me at the entrance of my apartment, judging by my clothes it was taken this morning, when I was leaving for work. On the back of the photo, there was one word in bold cursive: 'Gotcha'. My heart dove down, sending a cold shiver down my spine. I tried to hide my emotions from Mike, but he snatched the picture from my hands.

“Andy... you're leaving. As soon as the jury comes back with the verdict, you're gone.”

“Okay Mike. I'll go to my apartment and start to plan my hid-”

“Wrong. You'll stay in the federal building until I get everything set up.” He quickly pulled his cell phone out and motioned my guards closer.

My mind started running, going over the possible places I could go. Until this moment I was in complete denial of my present danger. Why in the hell would he go after me? I was just an analytical aid to the detectives. All I did was get all the information together and went over it, trying to get into the mind of the criminal, trying to think like them, playing out their possible next moves.

It took me two months to figure out Raven's motivations. It looked like he went after random victims, but it wasn't so. He thought of himself as a real hunter, killing not lambs, but predators. He would toy with his prey, sending his powerful victims running in fear. Then, when they felt safe, he would track them down, make them panic, and chase them again and again. This high tech cat and mouse game was his pride and joy. He was very knowledgeable in various fields, had exceptional hacking skills and always got his kill. Almost always. He didn't get the last one.

At the time of the hit, all the victims were heavily guarded, by their own means and by the police. His signature kill was like a 'Fuck you, I'm smarter' card in the face of the law. Naked body, shot in the back of the head through both hands, executioner style. No ties, no tape, no marks, no leads, no motive. It almost looked as though the victim stripped willingly, placed their hands on their heads, and keeled in front of their inescapable fate, in complete surrender. His calling card, a feather from a raven, was left on the windowsill in the room where the killing took place.

He was going after men who had it all. Who were on top of the world and, to Raven's knowledge, were not worthy of that power. We got him when he was closing in on his next victim, a man who was just appointed as Senator. Raven wasn't violent during the arrest, he didn't scream for an attorney. He almost looked like all this was part of his game, like he planned this.

I shouldn't have even been on that list. Detective Brodsky was so pissed at Raven's clear, in your face superiority during questioning, that he couldn't help telling him that it was a twenty-four year old girl who untangled his plans. He never told him my name, never said anything else.

Two days ago, Raven had escaped from ADX Florence, the federal maximum security prison in Colorado. The supermax with staff of three hundred forty-seven officers to four hundred and four inmates! No one ever got out of that place... until now.


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You are an amazing writer!!! :ohmy :bow

Can't wait for more! :nutter
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^^^ Thank you Lori!!!!
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Well, here is a bit more.


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“Okay, everything is ready. I'll drive you to my old friend's hunting cabin in the mountains. The Land Rover is waiting for us in the parking garage. It's a rental and the GPS is disabled. There is a bag in it with everything you'll need. Sorry, Tracy pretended to be housekeeper in your apartment and had to use a garbage bag, so it's less suspicious. The place you're going to is secluded, so jeans and sweatshirts will be fine. You'll leave your laptop and your cell phone here. You can't take anything he can trace you with.” I noticed that Mike's voice was deliberately cheerful.

“No internet, no phone? I think I'd rather be dead.” I breathed out. I'm going to die... going crazy first, and then dying of boredom... what in the hell am I supposed to do there without the net? Shit!

“Call Ron, tell him you're going on a trip.” Mike turned to the window. “If we leave now, we'll be there by night.”

I dialed the familiar number and after a few rings the phone barked back with the annoyed voice of my boyfriend.

“Stark here.” I knew how much he hated to be bothered at work.

“It's me...” I started and somewhere in the back of the room on the other side of the line I heard multiple voices arguing.

“I'll call you back, I'm busy right now.” And to someone in the room, “No, we can't just drop it!”

“Wait! I'm going on a business trip, it came up so suddenly... new case. I don't know when I'll be back, I'll call you... Oh... and I can't use my phone, so... just wait till I call you, okay?”

“Okay. I'll wait for your call, love you. I have to go.” Did he really not care? Sure sounded like it... that 'love you' sounded more like a custom bye, no feelings... just usual.

“I love you, too.” I said to the busy signal and sighed, pushing the disconnect button.

For the past two years, it was a lie... our relationship drowned in routine. It wasn't a fiery romance even in the beginning, did I love him back then? I think I did, but it all faded away, got mixed up with our busy work and now... now whatever feelings I had for him were gone.

I was just comfortable with a guy who didn't interfere with my work, who never asked when I'd be home... Routine... everything was routine... even sex, only on weekends, only in bed, never spontaneous... more like a duty... he became like an old pair of slippers, you know you have to buy new ones, but the old ones are still good enough for the house...

“Here, change into this, I'll wait in the garage. Third level, row five, parking space eleven, black Land Rover. Leave your clothes, phone, and everything else here. Tim is going to follow us on another unmarked rental to drive me back.” Mike handed me a plastic bag and walked to the door.

After the door behind him closed, I locked it and pulled clothes from the bag. Faded old jeans, a sweatshirt, ski jacket, and army boots. Comfortable... I sighed and started to change.

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We reached the small mountain cabin by night fall. Mike and Tim started a small generator in the back of the house, then walked around, checking the doors and windows, making sure everything worked. When Tim said his goodbyes and left to start the car, Mike placed a cheap looking cell phone on the kitchen table.

“For emergency use only. I have the second one, they're not connected to either of our names, and not on any FBI records. My number is under speed dial nine. The signal is blocked here, too far from the tower. You have to be in the town to use it. If you need any supplies, there is a store there, fifty miles north. We drove through it. This road ends here, no other way in or out. There is another house in the back, sharing the driveway. No one's ever there... you're all alone. When you go to the town, use your middle name, your first name is too... unusual...” Mike looked at me and tried to smile.

“So... I'll become an Alice in Wonderland?” I smiled back.

“Andy... you'll be okay... he'll never find you here.” He walked to the door, then stopped and pulled a gun out of his pocket. “Just in case... keep it close. Keep it loaded.” Mike placed a case of bullets near the gun.

The door behind him closed and I heard an engine growl, red lights glided across the windows, then everything became quiet. I dropped myself on the couch and covered my face with my hands, feeling painfully alone. I sat like that for some time, then stood up to face my new reality. Me alone, in the snow covered mountains, cut off from everything and everyone.. Let's get this place livable.

Despite the fireplace burning at full power, hungrily devouring the wood I'd found in the dirt room, I could still see my breath. I tried to warm up with military style push ups and got to the point of complete exhaustion with very little result. As soon as I stopped, the cold made its way into my body. I gathered all the blankets I could find, deciding to sleep in long pajama pants and a worn out small tee shirt.



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Wow, I hope she's going to be okay out there. :o

More soon, please. I really love this already. :D
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Thanks Lori!!! :heart: :heart: :heart:

I'm working on it! :biggrin
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Okay, got a bit more...sorry it's short.



I opened my eyes, and in the hazy morning light it took me a few minutes to figure out where I was. Something wasn't right, something woke me up... something. A scratching noise coming from outside repeated and my hand flew under the pillow, grabbing onto the cold metal of the gun. I sat up and held my breath. My heart started beating fast, loudly pumping blood in my temples.

I quickly got off the bed, positioning myself in the middle of the room and moving the gun in my tightly clenched hand from the door to the window. Maybe it's nothing... wild animals or something like that... The loud clink of metal on metal made me jump. It was clearly coming from outside and it was unmistakably man-made.

I tiptoed to the window and glanced outside, making sure my body was hidden from view. In the morning light I saw a dark figure moving slowly along the drive way. A camouflage colored jacket, ski pants, and boots. I held my breath and hit the wall with the back of my head. Shit... I opened the gun magazine to make sure it was loaded, then pushed it back in and looked back out the window.

The figure was in the same place as before, partially bent forward, holding something. The scratching noise followed the movement of the figure's arms, and a pile of snow flew to the side of the driveway. Who the hell is it? Someone shoveling the snow at... I looked at my watch... at six thirty in the morning? In the place where I was supposed to be all alone... He's not hiding... just clearing the driveway... neighbor? Must be a neighbor, although Mike said no one was in that house...

I quickly pulled my jacket on, stuck the gun in the pocket, and stepped into my boots. Let's see who the hell he is and what the hell he's doing here. Let's act all good-neighborly... for now. I stepped off the porch and started walking to the stranger, battling with the zipper at the same time. I tried to close it, but it got stuck at the very bottom of the jacket, chewing into the fabric. I left it alone and concentrated on the man's figure.

“Morning! I thought I was the only one crazy enough to come here at this time of the year.” I started with a deliberately loud voice. I watched his every move, pulling the big friendly smile on my face at the same time. He didn't jump at the sound of my voice, didn't get spooked, so he knew I was here. The hood of his jacket slipped back as he straightened up and turned my way.

“Morning! I guess not. With less people around it's a good time to hunt.” He pulled off his glove and stretched his hand to me. “I'm James.”

Hunt? What kind of hunt are we talking about? I let my smile widen. “I'm Alice. You're a hunter?”

“I'd like to think so.. you?” His blue eyes smiled at me.

That all depends.. who are we hunting on...

“Oh, no! I don't even know how to use a rifle! I'm here trying to write a book, was just looking for a peaceful and quiet place. I didn't know someone lived in the second house...” I wonder when he got here... If he was here before me, he's clean, if he arrived after me... I slid my fingers on the gun in my pocket.

“I'm glad to get some company, I've been here for a week and it's a bit boring sometimes. I hope I didn't wake you up, making all this noise, it was snowing last night, easier to clean it before it gets all... hard.” His eyes slid on my figure and lips turned with a wicked smile. Alice stuck in Wonderland meets the Cheshire cat...

“Oh, no! I was already up.” I smiled back and looked down, unconsciously making sure I looked okay. Blood rushed away from my face when I realized I was wearing pink pajama pants, boots with untied shoe laces and a half zipped bright yellow jacket. On top of it all, my white tee shirt was tightly pressed to my body, with my shamelessly erected from the cold air nipples noticeably sticking out. Fuck!

I let go of the gun, pulling the sides of the jacket together and jerked my zipper up. It went flying up and nastily bit into the skin on my chin. I held my wince, biting my lip. Fucking perfect! I don't care if he's sent by Raven, I hate to embarrass myself in front of people, I can't think clearly when I do!

“Are you okay?” He looked very amused with my embarrassment. Fuck!

“I'm fine. Nice to meet you... I need to go... “ I turned around and almost ran back to the house, physically feeling his smirking eyes on my back.



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I think we'd all embarrass ourselves in front of James. :giggle

I can't wait to find out what happens next. :D
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I'm already in love with this story. I can't wait for the continue.
I have a good feeling about this... :drool
More, please. :eager
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Finally, the meeting !
I already picture James and his mischievous smile... :giggle


Please continue !
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Thanks girls!!!
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Completely forgot to tell you, time of this fic 1999. Oh yeah... orgazmic James era. :drool


Okay, a little more.



(James' POV)


My neighbor almost ran back to her house and I couldn't help but smile. Nice first encounter! So, she's a writer... I wonder what she writes about. Probably those sugarcoated, nauseatingly romantic women's novels. I found one in my ex's night stand some time ago, flipped through a few pages, read the sex scene, and put it back. Speaking of sex... She's very good looking, considering it's six in the morning and she lied about already being up.

I wonder how old is she... Her face looks like it belongs to a twenty year old, but there was something in her eyes that makes me think she's older... maybe closer to my age. But then again... judging by her tits, which were nice, big and round... My mind brought her image back. Mmmnnn... those were just begging for my hands... nipples looked so fucking... Stop it, Hetfield! Remember, those kind of thoughts got you here in the first place! You wanted to be alone, to think it all out clearly. To decide what was next.

When my ex sent me our divorce papers, I signed them in drunk anger, with relief. It felt like I'd gotten my freedom back. I enjoyed my single status at full during the last tour, but when I got back, something was missing. No one was waiting for me at home... I was alone. Part of me was happy, I always dreaded her talks about me and my backstage fun. All that drama, tears and screaming, I sure don't miss that. She knew who she'd married! She knew my way of life! She was one of those groupies! So what the fuck was with all those 'you never change, you'll never grow up' speeches? Did she really think that marriage would hold me on a short leash? Fuck no!

Okay, cool off... fuck that, it's done. My thoughts returned to my neighbor.

Late last night, when I heard cars pulling into the driveway, I was already in bed. I got up and saw two men and a woman entering the second house. I knew one of them was a woman, her figure was smaller, plus I got a glimpse of the bright yellow jacket with a pink stripe in the middle in the headlights of the car. No man in his right mind would wear that.

Shortly after arriving, the two men left. My window had a perfect shot of the neighbor's living room, I could see a couch and part of the kitchen. I saw her sitting down and burying her face in her hands. She looked like she was crying. That made me wonder, what brought her here. Was she in trouble or just hiding from problems? Maybe she wanted to be alone... do women do that? I always thought they were better at solving everything by venting to their friends. Wonder what her story is...

I decided to get to know my new neighbor as early in the morning as possible. You could learn many things by waking a woman up unexpectedly. First, how long would it takes her to come out and talk to me. Normal girls would take some time to get all pretty. Alice came out just a few minutes after I started the noise. I know she didn't even look at herself in the mirror... to my enjoyment... Hehehe... She didn't do this on purpose, did she? No... she was clearly embarrassed.

She didn't sound annoyed or scream at me for waking her up. So she's not a bitchy-grumpy type. And, the most important thing, she didn't recognized me. Well, my fate just smile on me and decided to give me a little present. I always wanted to find out if I had what it takes to get a girl, or if was all just the fame flares, pulling women in like moths.


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I had an image in my mind of a TBA James, but an S&M James is a good choice, too. :giggle
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See my wide smile. :biggrin
1999... one of my favourite eras of James. :drool
Damn, that naughty sex-on-legs God... "backstage fun". :giggle
Okey... I want more !!!

Thanks, Olya. :heart:
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Thanks Kimmi and Lori!!!
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(Andy's POV)

I slammed the door, bolted into the restroom, and sighed, looking at my reflection. I looked like a big bird. A big yellow bird... with nipples. Fuck! Blood made my face flush as my hands gripped at the annoying zipper, which had now decided to get stuck at the top. I pulled the jacket over my head and threw it on the floor with anger. Fuck! Now he'll think I was flirting with him!

The cold water that I splashed over my face cooled me off and helped me to get a grip. Why do I care so much what some guy thinks? Who is he anyway? Just a harmless hunter, nothing to do with me, or me being here. Nice blue eyes, an open smile... a catty smirk. Fuck! I always hated that kind of attention from guys and always did everything to avoid it. It's not enough that my parents gave me my awful name, they gave me something else I hated.

I looked back at my reflection. Long athletic legs, not too curvy on the bottom, small waist, it's all okay, and then... this... I would give anything to have smaller boobs. I would love to have a B size. Why in the hell did God curs me with Ds? I was always shy of them, never wore anything with a low cut. They were always on the way, making my life difficult. I had to wear two sports bras to run and exercise! God just made a mistake. So many women would kill for these and I don't want them! I sighed and pulled on a big baggy sweatshirt, letting it swallow my figure, making it unreadable.

Okay, let's regroup. So, thanks to my shameful appearance and a lie that popped up in my head, he probably thinks I'm one of those bubble-headed romance novelists. Good, let's keep up with that. So.. what would a woman like that do after finding out that she has a good looking guy living next door? Be all helpless in the wilderness, hit on him, flirt and try to pull him in her bed. Yeah... no.

Okay, what if that woman is seriously involved with someone, like say... madly in love? She wouldn't be here alone. Let's say she has a boyfriend or husband and he couldn't join her, then what would she do? She would... flirt and try to have a nice romance on the side. Fuck! I'm screwed. I can't play that role! What the hell was I thinking when I told him I was a writer?! Wait... I didn't tell him what I write... I can come up with a new story. What is the most boring object for a guy? What would make him think that I'm a stuck up bitch... something... philosophical... sciencey... but something I can talk about...

Got it! I'll tell him I'm writing a book about the psychology of a killer. That should make me completely undesirable in his eyes. Guys hate psychs! He'll avoid me like the plague, every guy's nightmare, a woman who can read you. Too bad I have no glasses, that would make me more... serious looking.

I looked back at my reflection. I can pull it off. I always managed to look professional in the courtroom. Just slick my hair back in a tight bun... I don't have a suit, but big sweatshirts are the complete opposite of sexy... Oh... shit. I have no blow drier or hair straightener here, that means after I wash my hair it would go back to curls. Flirty, idiotic, childish big curls. Here is another thing my dear parents forced upon me. Like it was not enough being born blonde. Okay, I'll try and avoid meeting with my neighbor as much as possible. Now, let's get to work.

I pulled a notebook out of my bag and got comfortable on the couch, covering my legs with a blanket. What do I have? I drew a diagram on the first page with names in it. Four detectives were involved in the case. Two of them were making the arrest. Who would be first? Who would he leave for last? On the list that Raven left in his cell, Brodsky was first, then Flemming, then me, then Smith and Reed. I added the numbers to the names.

Okay... I have five enemies. Four men and a woman. Who is the easiest prey.. or more likely who he thinks is the easiest to kill? Me, hands down. All the other detectives had extensive military training, they were all experienced officers. Would that make me the first or the last? That depends. Think like him... I closed my eyes. A sky high ego... I'm smart... catching me was just a turn of luck, nothing more.

If I go after the girl first, that would look like I'm afraid of her. That I was afraid she would uncover my plans once more and spoil my hunt. Nope, Raven would never admit that I'm a threat to his genius. So, not first. Killing me in the middle would make the statement that I'm not important, just one of the detectives. Leaving me for last would prove that he thinks I'm the main figure, but it will also show that he is not afraid of me. All of those ways are possible... Back to square one.

I lost myself in my thoughts and when my eyes started to struggle with the light I looked at my watch and gasped. Seven pm? I never noticed the whole day passing by, preoccupied with my puzzle. I went through ten pages, with graphs and writing and thoughts of many possible moves. Only one was constant, no matter who was to be the first mark, Raven would have to lay low, change his appearance, and get a fake ID first.

I turned the lights on and decided to take a break and tour my hideout. First page of the field manual, familiarize yourself with your surroundings. Let's do that. There were only two bedrooms here, one was much bigger, definitely a master suite. It had a walk in closet and an attached bathroom. I walked in and almost sighed. A big jetted bathtub was sitting in the middle of it. Oh, I'll make sure I'll enjoy this luxury! Suddenly, the cabin didn't look so dreadful and I continued with my tour.

The living room had high ceilings and was open to the kitchen. I noted that the kitchen was built for efficiency, everything easy to find and easy to reach... wait... easy to reach... That's it, that's the main question! I wish I knew where those guys were, that would make it so much easier to figure out Raven's moves. Mike! I can call him and he will find out for me! I looked outside, it was getting dark and it was snowing again. Should I drive to the town now or leave it till tomorrow?

After a long deliberation, I decided on tomorrow. I'll call Mike when I go to the store, that would look less suspicious. Driving to the town and sitting in the car just long enough to make a call would raise some questions. In small town's people usually notice newcomers. I'm sure there would be plenty of eyes set on me.

I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and opened a can of something from the kitchen cabinet. Chili? I guess that would do, my eyes searched the kitchen for a microwave to warm up my food. Oh yeah, Wonderland with no modern technology. With a sigh, I dumped the can's contents into a small pot and placed it on the gas stove. Maybe I can buy a microwave in town, or the nearby city, I do have electricity from the generator. It would make my life so much easier!

After I finished my half-burned food I went back to my notebook and looked over my writing. Nothing else I can think of until I know where the other detectives are, or at least where they were at the moment of Raven's escape. There was absolutely nothing else to do and I decided to take a bath and go to bed. It was only nine, but considering I woke up at six, I guess it was okay.

On the way to the cabin, Mike told me that the water was supplied from the well, then heated with propane... I have no idea how it all works, I hope it's not too complicated. Funny, I had a gift with technology like computers or cars, and was completely oblivious to some simple common things, like all those propane generators and wells. I guess I never learned about those, since I always lived in an apartment. Let's hope I don't blow myself up in this mountain, Raven would be pissed if I take my fate out of his hands.

I turned the water on, playing with the levers to get the temperature to my liking and when the tub was full, I eased myself into the water, turning on the jets. Bubbles tickled along the sides of my body and I sighed. Ahh... feels so nice. I closed my eyes, relaxing at the gentle massage, and let my mind wonder, going over the crazy events of this busy day.

To think, I was planning on a nice evening, reading a book with soft classical music in the background. Ron was suppose to be late, he had dinner plans with some new clients. I wonder if he'll be very upset when Raven kills me. Would he cry for me? I doubt that. He'll just be sad for a day or two, and then get back into his work. His company is his everything. In four years of us been together, the last two were almost like living with a roommate. Seriously, why am I still with him? I need to put an end to our relationship. I'll do it when I'm back to normal life... if I'll be back.

I opened my eyes and sat up. Through the window I saw a light in the distance. The neighbor was still up. I wonder what he's doing... wonder if he thinks about me... What the hell? Why do I care? I don't. He just happen to be here, that's all. Like it or not, I have to deal with him. I just hope he won't bother me. Let's sum up my observations. What did I learn about him from our little chit-chat?

He knew I was here before he met me, that was clear. Was he trying to wake me up on purpose? I wonder... His open face, warm blue eyes, and beautiful smile puts him in the category of what I call 'the absolute good guy'. He said he was a hunter and his facial expression didn't change to give him up as a liar. No looking to the left, no eyebrow lift, no blinking, no unnecessary head movements. He was telling the truth. He said he was here before me and that was true too.

I brought the memory of this morning back to my mind and closed my eyes. His eyes gliding over my figure and that catty smirk... I pushed the water faucet off, suddenly feeling flushed with the memory of my embarrassment. Dammit! I wish that didn't happen. Now every time I see him I'll think of that. But on the other hand, the moment of my humiliation said a lot about his character.

He didn't stare at my boobs, so he's not an asshole that treats women like shit. He didn't say anything about my appearance, no compliments or jokes. So he's not a womanizer. He didn't lower his eyes or look away. That means he's not exactly shy with women and used to female attention. That wicked grin... that... Cheshire cat smile...

My mind brought the image of that and I felt a heat wave. Yeah... he knows he's a good looking guy. Wonder if he's married, or has a girlfriend... Wait... why do I care? I don't. Absolutely not. I'm just analyzing. He's here all alone. Married men don't go on trips alone, they usually bring friends. He doesn't look like a loner...

When do men usually want to be alone? When they have to figure out something, without their buddies' help. Something personal... That means, if he was or is married, he's on the verge or right after the divorce, or maybe had a big fight and is avoiding the 'talk'. If he's not married, then he must've hit a bump in his relationship.

Why do I think he has trouble with his woman? Certainly not because I want that to be it. I don't care if he does. Maybe he's just relaxing and thinking before happily proposing to some lucky girl? No... men don't sit in the snowy mountains in the middle of nowhere out of reach if they're happy. Definitely a problem-solving escape. Good, less likely he would want to start something new...



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She's just as intrigued by James as I'm sure we all would be. :giggle

More! :eager
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So he's not a womanizer.

Well... :giggle :eyeroll

Thanks again, Olya, for brightening up my evening. :D
I'm loving this.
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