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"You there. With the five o'clock shadow. I need you to follow someone."
Who: Bethany, Garrett and Bellatrix
What: Bethany gets a job and Bellatrix hires a private detective.
Where: Garrett's place of business
When: Yesterday, before Bethany had her dream
Rating: PG-13 for Bellatrix
status: complete!



Bethany made her way into the business portion of Garrett's building and looked around. It certainly looked a lot better than the live-in section. She clutched at some papers and then rang his bell.

Garrett stuck his head out of his office and grinned. "Bethany! Good to see you again." He wasn't that surprised to see her, but it was certainly more pleasant than not."What brings you to my humble office today?"

"Uhm..well, you see.." She put down the paper, which turned out to be her resume, "I was thinking you might need some sort of secretary." Not sexratary, because they were related. But that could come in handy? "So I thought I'd maybe offer? I could really use a job."

Garrett raised his eyebrows. "And I could really use a secretary. That would give my business some extra legitimacy, that's for sure. And I hate answering phones, especially when it turns out to be a wrong number or someone dialing with their ass."

"..people really dial with their butts?" For some reason the mental picture of someone sitting on an old rotary phone appeared in Bethany's mind, until she remembered 'oh duh, cell phones.' "Right. I can definitely answer the phone!"

Garrett chuckled. "That will be a big help. And you can help keep track of appointments, even if it's by pseudonym. Since some people don't want to give their whole ones to start."

"I can definitely help with that," She replied, bouncing on her heels. "This could be fun!"

Garrett couldn't help but smile at how excited she was about this. "You're definitely hired. I'll figure out a salary--it might not be as much as bigger places, but at least it'll be fair."

"I want to be able to support myself, and not rely so much on everyone else," She replied, hugging onto him.

He hugged her back. "I'm glad I can help out with that," he said.

"So when do we get started?" She looked around the office, "Maybe with organizing..."

"That would probably be best, yes..."

It was a daunting task, but Bethany set about it with gusto! She was so distracted she didn't see someone enter, at first! Bellatrix leaned on the counter and cleared her throat, "Normally I wouldn't be seen in a dump like this, but I want to hire you people."

Garrett stuck his head out of his office and raised an eyebrow. Well. Now he felt like a real noir private eye, with a dame like that walking into his office.

Bella did pull off the dame look quite well, didn't she? She'd even worn a corset to emphasize her assets. And because she liked corsets and black dresses. Bethany was given an eyefull since Bella was leaning on the counter, and stammered unintelligably. Bellatrix ignored her, speaking to the handsome man with the scruff, "You there. With the five o'clock shadow. I need you to follow someone."

"Garrett Hawke, at your service." He grinned at the woman and sauntered into the room. "And whom do I have the pleasure of helping today?"

"Just call me Bella," she replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I have a friend, she likes to dally around with people who aren't me." She said this like this fact annoyed her greatly, "I want to know what she does."

"I see. You've come to the right place, Bella." Garrett gestured to his office. "Step into my office and we'll talk details."

Bella sneered at the office, but stepped inside, moving casually slow. And then sneered some more. This place was beneath her. She took her time walking over to the chair, and then plopped into it and twisted around, kicking her legs over the arm rest.

"So. This friend...tell me about her. If you have a photo, that would also be excellent, since I will need to know what she looks like in order to follow her." He sat down at his desk and opened his laptop.

Reaching down the front of her corset, Bella took out a small purse, and removed a photo from it. It was, sadly, of a clothed Caprica Six. She dropped it on the table, "She works for the Black media empire. The little slut hops in and out of bed with anything that moves." She squinted at him, "Touch her and I'll lop your balls off and feed them to your secretary."

"...seeing as that's my sister, I most certainly don't intend for that to happen." Garrett took the photo and looked the woman over. "I can see why you'd want her all to yourself, though. I'll need a list of places you know she frequents. And her address, of course."

Bellatrix twirled her hand, then lazily picked up a pen and started to scrawl on the back of the picture.

His first case in Orange County, and he'd been correct in guessing that he'd get cheater cases. Good times.

Slowly, she slid the picture across the table. Like it didn't matter and she didn't care, "Anything I can blackmail her with will get you a bonus."

Garrett smirked. "I'll see what I can do."

For a moment, it looked like Bella might be ready to fall asleep in that chair. Finally, she rose, tossed a down payment on the desk, and then glided out of the office. She shot Bethany a look that made the girl shrink down in her chair, before sweeping out of the office.

Well. That was one woman that Garrett did not want to cross.