Runaway Brain (iZombie/Flash fanfic)

Chapter 4

Liv could not take her eyes off of Jessie. To be more precise, Liv could not take her eyes off of Jessie's legs. She quietly thanked the powers above that the Max Rager assistant had one of those trendy modern desks that were really just glass top tables with a keyboard tray. Jessie wore a short, suit skirt and had crossed her legs under her desk, bouncing her right leg up and down as her tan pump dangled from the tips of her finely pedicured toes. Liv watched the toned and bronzed leg bounce up and down, up and down.

Liv leaned over to Clive. "She's hot, don't you think?" she asked.

"Yeah, I mean she's attractive," Clive said as his eyes went everywhere in the room except, Jessie's legs.

"Attractive? No, my mom is attractive, that bitch is sexy as hell!"

Clive looked at Liv with shock on his face. "Are you gay?" he asked flat out. "I mean I don't care one way or the other, but I just assumed that since you had been engaged to..." He stopped as realization flashed across his face. "Is that why you broke up with Major? He said you never gave him a reason and to be honest, I can't understand why anyone would want to break up with Major."

Liv scrunched her face up as she returned Clive's stare. "Clive, are you sure you're not gay?" she asked.

Clive dismissed the remark with a wave of his hand. "You know what I mean," he said.

Liv chuckled. "I'm not gay," she said. "Not that there's anything wrong with it." That, of course, was not entirely true. Liv was gay and would be until the effects of Erin's brains wore off. Erin was a lesbian, so while under the influence of her brains, Liv would be too. Thus, Liv would have to make a conscious effort to stop staring at Jessie's legs. Jessie's long, beautiful legs. Clearly Erin was a leg girl. "I'm going to go talk to her," Liv said, and before Clive could stop her Liv was on her feet and standing by Jessie's desk, flirting.

Joe leaned over to Clive. "She's an interesting one," he remarked. "She always like this?"

"No," Clive replied. "Sometimes she's crazy."

Just a few more minutes passed before Jessie's phone buzzed and she clicked a button on her headset. "Yes, sir," she said and then stood. "Mr. White will see you now," she informed them in a beautiful Irish accent that made Liv want to dip her toes in Guinness foam and lick them off one-by-one. Apparently, Erin had a foot-fetish too.

Jessie walked around her desk and opened the door allowing Liv, Clive, and Joe to step inside the office before closing the door. Jonathan White was Max Rager's Vice President for Marketing. Clive presented his badge as Jonathan White stepped around his desk to greet them.

"Mr. White, my name is Detective Clive Babineaux, Seattle P.D. This is my associate, Liv Moore," he said motioning to Liv. "And this is Detective Joe White of Central City P.D."

Jonathan White shook hands with Clive and Joe, but did everything he could to not recoil when Liv offered hers. "Please, call me Jon," he said as he recovered and flashed his P.R. smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. Have a seat." He motioned to the chairs in front of his desk and each of them sat as Jon walked back around his desk and did the same. "I'm assuming since Detective West came from Central City that this has something to do with Mo Jordan's recent passing."

"You heard about that?" Joe asked as he raised his eyebrows.

"Indeed. Tragic. He was a good PR man." Jon shook his head. "They say he was murdered. Mugged or something, in an alley."

"We're not sure if it was a mugging, but yes he was murdered," Joe said. "His head was ripped off of his shoulders and his brains were missing."

At the mention of this all color drained from Jon's face. "Missing?" he managed to ask through dry lips. "H-how do you mean?"

"Well, a hole was punched into the top of his skull and his brain was removed," Joe explained matter-of-factly.

Jon's eyes flashed to Liv, but quickly jumped away. He swiftly composed himself, and forced a smile. "So, what can I do for you?" he asked.

"Well, two of your employees died under mysterious circumstances in the last week," Clive said.

"Two?" Jon asked. "Who was the other?"

"Erin Shultz," Liv said, forcing Jon to look at her once again.

"Erin's dead?" he asked. "Not like Mo, I hope?"

"No, heroin overdose," Clive said.

Jon raised his eyebrows to convey surprise. "Oh Erin," he said like a disappointed father. Somehow that triggered one of Liv's visions.

Erin was in Jon's office, behind his desk, digging through his files. She found the one she was looking for and pulled it out, flipping it open. The front page was a memo regarding the side effects of the Max Rager energy drink. Suddenly she heard the door open. She leapt up to see Jon standing there.

"Oh Erin," he said disappointment clear in his voice.

Suddenly, Liv came out of her vision. Clive was staring at her. "You okay?" he asked.

Liv ignored the question and instead directed one to Jon. "Didn't you catch Erin searching through your files?" she asked.

"Well, how would you know that?" Jon asked.

"She found one about the side effects of Max Rager, didn't she? Pretty damning stuff."

"Yes, well, it's no secret that there have been some law suits filed. It was our belief that Erin was working for the other side. We fired her after I caught her in my files. That was over a week ago. I haven't seen her since." He stood. "Now, I am a busy man, so if you'll excuse me."

They stood up too.

"Could we get a copy of Ms. Shultz's termination paperwork?"

"Why don't you call our corporate counsel? I'm sure they can help you with anything you need. Jessie has the number." Clearly something in Liv's line of questioning had bothered him as he was no longer the helpful fellow that they had initially met.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. White," Clive said as they left his office.

As they were stepping into the parking lot, Liv's cell phone rang. "Hello, this is Liv," she said when she didn't recognize the number.

"Hi," came an almost timid voice on the other end.

"Hi, who is this?" Liv asked.

"It's Erica."

Liv stopped. A big smile spread across her lips. "Hey you," she said. "What's up?"

"Well, you said I could call anytime," Erica replied.

"Of course. I'm glad you did."

"Would you like to come by tonight? Maybe talk a little," Erica asked.

"I'd love to," Liv said as she looked at Clive and Joe while performing an excited dance.

"Great, see you then," Erica said and then hung up.

"Who was that?" Clive asked.

"I've got a date with..." she stopped. "I mean, I'm meeting Erica. She'd like to talk some more."

"Alright, well we should all go then," Clive said.

Liv shook her head. "No, let me do this alone. I think I can find out more about Erin and what was going on without the two intimidating detectives there."

"Liv, she's..." Clive began, but Liv placed a calming hand on his arm.

"It'll be okay, Clive. Please trust me."

Clive released a breath. "Alright, Liv. Call me if you need me."

"I will," she smiled. Liv turned and walked away leaving Clive and Joe watching her go.

Clive turned to Joe Clive and shook his head in exasperation. "You got to put up with this kind of crap in Central City?"

Joe chuckled. "Oh man. If you only knew," he said. "Why don't we get back to the office. See what the big brains have come up with."

Clive nodded.