Chapter One
I take care of the disturbed. It's my job, really. I've seen them all. The depressed, the angry, the ones that think they're the oddest things. One patient thought he was a pineapple. But I remember Anna clearly. That's because she was different. She nearly got me killed.
Yawning widely, I rolled one eye over to my computer screen. The screen saver danced around, and I watched it with interest, since it was more exciting than what I was doing. Which was nothing.
"Hey, don't fall asleep," a voice came from the doorway. I swiveled around in my chair, and grinned at the dark haired Italian leaning against the door frame. Tony grinned back, his brown eyes sparkling.
"If I fell asleep," I replied coyly. "What would you do about it?"
"I'd have to spank you."
I laughed at his reply. Being two years my senior, Tony always wanted to take care of me. Or have sex with me. I have no idea why he had this sexual attraction to me, since he knew me when I was five, running around in a plaid jumper, and screaming "I'm a birdie!" repeatedly.
"Don't worry Tony," I stretched over the back of my chair. "I'll stay awake."
"Good," he replied. He crossed to my computer, and tapped the mouse, scattering the screen saver and saw what I was doing earlier.
"God Nikki," he said in mock disgust. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Hey, Solitaire is a very challanging game," I argued.
"Well, if one of the patients goes nuts, you better not be playing this."
"Yes sir," I fake saluted.
"Remind me to fire you."
I saluted again, this time standing up at attention. Tony laughed and pulled me close to him. His lips were a fraction from mine when the phone rang on my desk.
"We'll continue this later," I whispered to him as I pulled away.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Arling?" the voice on the other end sounded frantic.
"This is she."
"We need you down at Main St."
"What's wrong?"
"A young girl is wandering around, and she has a gun."
"Where are you going?" Tony inquired as I began to pack tranquilizers into my stout gun. I also began loading a small calibur with blank bullets.
"Those are blanks, right?"
"Of course. I know the rules. 'Never hurt the patient'."
"Good, now answer the first question."
"Main St. A girl's wandering in the road with a gun."
"Jesus Christ," Tony grabbed his jacket and the calibur.
"Where do you think you're going?" I grabbed my own jacket.
"With you," was his only reply.
"What if one of the patients goes nuts?" I asked teasingly.
"One, they're already nuts, two, I'm the boss, I have to go, and three," Tony pulled the handle next to my computer screen. "the security system's on. Nothing can get past it."
"Whatever," I turned out the lights and walked out of my office.
"Don't you 'whatever' me," Tony snapped as he locked the door behind him and pocketed the key.
"Fine, whatever," I threw a look over my shoulder to show I was kidding, and we went down the elevator to the garage.
"I can't believe I let you talk to me like that," Tony grumbled as he slid behind the wheel of his battered pick-up.
"Because I know when to not let your ego outgrow your head," I snapped my seatbelt, and grabbed my phone as it started to ring.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Nikki," the voice on the other end was low and raspy.
"Who is this?" Tony glanced over at me, hearing the tension in my voice. I locked eyes with him and gave him a "I-don't-know" shrug.
"You don't remember me? Well, you soon will."
"What are you talk-" I stopped myself. The connection was dead.
And there's Chapter One. Chapter Two will come when my sister will one day let the computer open this week, and I odn't have a bunch of stuff to do :-)
Yawning widely, I rolled one eye over to my computer screen. The screen saver danced around, and I watched it with interest, since it was more exciting than what I was doing. Which was nothing.
"Hey, don't fall asleep," a voice came from the doorway. I swiveled around in my chair, and grinned at the dark haired Italian leaning against the door frame. Tony grinned back, his brown eyes sparkling.
"If I fell asleep," I replied coyly. "What would you do about it?"
"I'd have to spank you."
I laughed at his reply. Being two years my senior, Tony always wanted to take care of me. Or have sex with me. I have no idea why he had this sexual attraction to me, since he knew me when I was five, running around in a plaid jumper, and screaming "I'm a birdie!" repeatedly.
"Don't worry Tony," I stretched over the back of my chair. "I'll stay awake."
"Good," he replied. He crossed to my computer, and tapped the mouse, scattering the screen saver and saw what I was doing earlier.
"God Nikki," he said in mock disgust. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Hey, Solitaire is a very challanging game," I argued.
"Well, if one of the patients goes nuts, you better not be playing this."
"Yes sir," I fake saluted.
"Remind me to fire you."
I saluted again, this time standing up at attention. Tony laughed and pulled me close to him. His lips were a fraction from mine when the phone rang on my desk.
"We'll continue this later," I whispered to him as I pulled away.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Arling?" the voice on the other end sounded frantic.
"This is she."
"We need you down at Main St."
"What's wrong?"
"A young girl is wandering around, and she has a gun."
"Where are you going?" Tony inquired as I began to pack tranquilizers into my stout gun. I also began loading a small calibur with blank bullets.
"Those are blanks, right?"
"Of course. I know the rules. 'Never hurt the patient'."
"Good, now answer the first question."
"Main St. A girl's wandering in the road with a gun."
"Jesus Christ," Tony grabbed his jacket and the calibur.
"Where do you think you're going?" I grabbed my own jacket.
"With you," was his only reply.
"What if one of the patients goes nuts?" I asked teasingly.
"One, they're already nuts, two, I'm the boss, I have to go, and three," Tony pulled the handle next to my computer screen. "the security system's on. Nothing can get past it."
"Whatever," I turned out the lights and walked out of my office.
"Don't you 'whatever' me," Tony snapped as he locked the door behind him and pocketed the key.
"Fine, whatever," I threw a look over my shoulder to show I was kidding, and we went down the elevator to the garage.
"I can't believe I let you talk to me like that," Tony grumbled as he slid behind the wheel of his battered pick-up.
"Because I know when to not let your ego outgrow your head," I snapped my seatbelt, and grabbed my phone as it started to ring.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Nikki," the voice on the other end was low and raspy.
"Who is this?" Tony glanced over at me, hearing the tension in my voice. I locked eyes with him and gave him a "I-don't-know" shrug.
"You don't remember me? Well, you soon will."
"What are you talk-" I stopped myself. The connection was dead.
And there's Chapter One. Chapter Two will come when my sister will one day let the computer open this week, and I odn't have a bunch of stuff to do :-)
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