mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-11-10 11:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | declan, sterrin |
Declan and Sterrin, Tuesday, Their apartment.
He had to give her credit, it had taken her all of a week before he was hearing from the police about his sister. Thankfully it wasn't The City police and he'd been assured it was going to stay quiet, but still. It was the principal of the matter.
He'd been fast asleep last night, assuming she was out on a date with whoever when his phone had started ringing. The cops of a neighboring town had his sister and were holding her for public indecency.
He didn't know who or what she'd been doing, but he'd driven over there with his mind spinning through all sorts of situations and charges she'd been facing. It might do her some good, he'd thought to himself. Maybe it would make her grow up, realize that she couldn't just do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted.
That was until he'd walked into the police station and found his sister with soaking wet hair in nothing but a cop's shirt, sitting on a desk with six police officers around her in rapt attention as she told a story about the time she'd lost her bra on the runway of the Victoria's Secret fashion show. Further down the hall was an older, grey haired man that was also soaked through and a richly dressed woman that looked like she was mad enough to spit fire.
He'd been told his sister and that gentleman had been caught skinny dipping in the fountain of a public park, and they were letting her go with just a warning because the other party involved apparently had some sway and wanted to keep it all quiet. He'd driven home in a silent fury and told her to get the fuck out of his face and go to bed.
She had, and now it was the next morning and she was breezing through his apartment like they hadn't nearly missed a very large and stinky bullet.
"What the fuck were you thinking, Sterrin?" he finally said. "What a stupid stunt. You had to know you'd get caught."
She glanced at him over her shoulder and smiled. "Yeah, I knew we'd get caught."
So calm. So sure of herself. So utterly free of worry. His fury spiked. "Then why the fuck did you do it? You're so fucking lucky they're keeping this quiet. Shit like this could get us both kicked out of here, do you know that?" She didn't answer, just gave him a calm look and he continued on. "And who the fuck was that guy? Was he your date through that company or whatever? For Christ's sake, you're probably going to lose your job now, too!"
"Christ, Dec. I'm not going to lose my job," she said on a sigh. "He wasn't a date with the agency. He was just some guy that started talking to me in a bar."
"Then, so what, you meet some guy that's old enough to be your grandfather and you decide hey, I know what'll be fun. Let's go skinny dip in a fucking fountain?"
"No," Sterrin said, turning a cold look on him. "He bought me a drink and I let myself read him. He was plotting ways to get a roofie in my drink if I didn't act like I was interested. I thought he needed a lesson. So, I acted like I was into him, kissed him a little bit, had him take me to that fountain and made sure he was naked, then I tripped the silent alarm." She smiled, and it was cold and calculating. "That fountain is part of a park that's attatched to the Kingwood house. It's a museum sort of thing. His wife runs it. She was called when the alarm was tripped before they ever knew who was involved."
Declan gaped at her. It was scary the way his sister's mind worked sometimes. "If you knew he was going to try to drug you, why didn't you just get out of there? And how did you know all of that about the Kingwood house?"
Sterrin met her brother's gaze evenly. "Because he told me a little about the park and I read the rest in his mind. I don't ever do anything I don't want to do. Not anymore. Anyone that tries to take something from me against my will deserves a lesson. Besides," she said with a little smile. "I knew when we got caught that I could get out of it."
She turned her back on him and started digging through the containers of left over Italian food from last night and Declan watched her with a wrinkle between his brow. She was scary to him sometimes, but he knew pieces and parts of her that most others didn't see. She'd been used from a very young age, seen things that no one should see, and it had helped in turning her in to what she was.
He finally forced himself to laugh. "You're lucky the cops were men. What would you have done if it'd been a female squad?"
She glanced at him over her shoulder and gave him a mischievous smile and a conspiratorial wink. "The same thing."