Bound by Pride

Chapter 2

©CRGangell aka Whitesabretooth

 

Chapter 2

Electra fumbled for her phone as it had jerked her out of a sound sleep, flicked it open and put the phone to her ear. “Electra speaking,” she said as she rubbed her eyes with her other hand and squinted at her watch. Five thirty, she groaned inwardly. She had been up late chasing leads, only having crawled into bed an hour ago. She had been in Vegas for a month and it didn’t look like she was getting anywhere with either cases. All she knew was that the two from Joel‘s pack had not been removed from the city; they were here somewhere, just hidden. “This had better be good.” She warned the caller as her body and mind wanted to sleep.

“Very,” a male voice she didn’t know said seriously, “shots fired. They think a Were is involved.”

Electra sat up throwing back the covers before she hunted for a pen and some paper. “Wait, let me grab a pen.”

“I thought Were can memorize stuff quickly.” The man said, amused

“Not when we’re half asleep and sleep deprived.” She retorted. She grabbed a pen and pad, “Okay, shoot.” She quickly scribbled the address down. She hung up and walked out of her room and over to Dave’s. “UP.” She said loudly as she bashed on his door, ignoring the fact that Dave was human and couldn‘t survive on as little as an hour like a Were could.

Jeff jerked up from his place on the couch. “What?” His voice confused, but husky from sleep. He rubbed his left eye as he squinted at her.

“Were involved in a shooting. If I’m up everyone is.” She said before she walked into the bathroom to have a shower, hoping it would wake her somewhat. She groaned as she walked out five minutes later to be met with the lights on. Dave jammed her sunglasses into her hands, both used to this typical scene. She pulled them on and walked back into her room to dress. She came out minutes later in jeans and a shirt then tugged her boots on and slid on an FBI jacket. Her gun attached to her belt and her badge went around her neck, hung on a chain, which was long enough to survive the change.

“Wow, very FBI.” Jeff commented grumpily as he pulled his boots on. Like Electra, he wanted to be asleep.

“Shut up. I’ve only had an hours sleep.” She snapped back.

Jeff chuckled and finished tying his shoe.

Dave walked out in jeans and a shirt. He sat and pulled his boots on. He then went to the window to see what it looked like this early in the morning. “Fuck, the sun’s not even up.” He snatched the keys before Electra could grab them and found the note where Electra had scrawled the address. “You go get coffee. Electra's a flat white in the biggest container they have. I’ll have a medium of the same.” He told Jeff.

Jeff went to object as he wasn‘t some errand boy. He had been helping them out for the last month chasing leads that Electra couldn‘t. Yesterday was the first time in weeks that they had gotten together to go over everything they knew and last night he had tagged along to chase up leads that he couldn’t. It was early this morning when Dave suggested he crashed on the couch and he agreed.