The "Boondock" Kids

*****

"Somebody help!" Christie yells as she runs into the lobby, still in her bikini except that the scarf around her waist is torn. The lobbyist and receptionist jog to her as Christie's screams for help catch the attention of many. "There's a girl in the bathroom! She needs help!"

They all half jog, following her into the bathroom. Christie leads them to a cubicle where she opens the door. They lobbyist and receptionist gasp. "Mon Dieu! What happened??"

Charlotte lies on the floor in an almost ball-like position, faint bruises on her arms and face. Her hair and face wet, with water trailing from her to the toilet. Its was obvious that someone had shoved her face in there and flushed. Charlotte tries to pull herself up, exhausted and sore from her previous fight. She looks straight at Christie, wanting to say something desperately.

"I don't know!" Christie says. "I just found her laying here!"

Charlotte glares at her through her shaggy hair.

"Call the ambulance! Hurry!" The lobbyist and receptionist walk out, leaving the agents.

Christie grabs a handful of Charlotte's hair and pulls her head higher to face her. Charlotte winces in pain. "You're lucky I don't kill you here and now," Christie says through gritted teeth.

"The Shadow will find you..." Charlotte says in a hoarse voice. "You'll pay for your betrayal."

Christie just drops her, Charlotte groans. "Now," Christie says kneeling to her level, beginning to search her pockets. "Let's see what form of communication you have..." From out her back pocket, Christie pulls out a cellphone. She smirks as she puts it in her basket, at the same time two men walk in wearing paramedics uniform. They help Charlotte up and out. Christie follows them, chuckling at the lost faces that witness the injured Charlotte.

I bet Nakeem won't find you so attractive now.

After the ambulance speeds off, after Charlotte's taken into it. Christie finally walks down to the beach. She grins as she feels the fresh air blow against her skin, whipping her hair around her face. Once she puts her basket down after pulling out the phone, she runs to the water and swings her arm. She watches in satisfactory as the phone soars in the air until in falls deep into the water.

*****

Jazmine glares at Ashley who sits across her, her arms crossed and her eyes squinted. She never did like Ashley, but of course her hate for the blonde escalated once she found out that that woman worked with the men who kidnapped.

"Jazmine," Ashley says with a thin smile, after arranging her paperwork.

"Ashley." Jazmine returns the same cold tone.

"How are you?"

Jazmine shrugs. "Better."

"That's good." At least she's not as stubborn as that brat.

"So tell me about your past relationships, Jazmine..."

Jazmine cracks a smile. "You wanna try and steal my ex boyfriends too?" she asks in a sarcastic tone.

"No." Ashley keeps her temper in check. "Okay fine. Nevermind. Tell me how it was when you and Huey still dated...when you interacted with another male who was attracted to you. What were his reactions?"

"He scowled," Jazmine states cooly.

"He always scowls."

"I know. I just told you."

Ashley feels the pen in her hand bend. "That's not very good evidence, Mrs Du--"

"Its Freeman," Jazmine interrupts. "Mrs Jazmine Freeman."