We got out of the car, and calmly went straight towards the
building. Chris had handcuffed me to the wheelchair, which I assumed
was to make it look like he was really bringing in a prisoner. As we
approached the guarded doors, Christopher simply showed his badge and
they let us through. No explanation needed. We got inside, and started
to search.
The first floor was an empty lobby. Wheeled chairs left scattered
and unattended, papers strewn about the desks, lamps still on.
Elevators lined the walls across the room, next to them was a single
door to the stairs. Obviously, we took the elevator.
"How big is this courthouse?!" I exclaimed after seeing the 12
different floor buttons. "We can't search the whole place before they
realize we lied!"
"From what I know, they keep prisoners awaiting trial on the seventh
floor, but controls for that floor are on the thirteenth..." Chris
replied.
"Surely not everyone left though, we'll be caught if we go to where
the controls for the building are. Let alone guards probably watching
them."
"I say we go to fifth, it has offices, and offices mean keys." He
pushed the fifth floor button, and the elevator sprang to life under
his touch.
The door opened, and we headed out onto the floor. There was
little life in the cubicles. Only solar powered desktop toys moved. It
looked completely abandoned, even though Chris only called police
officers to the address. It was then I realized it was a Sunday. Of
course the offices were empty, these people had off on Sundays. That
was brilliantly convenient.
Christopher's head and my head instantly spun left as rustling
emerged from a cubicle next to the window. Chris held one finger to
his mouth, and as I nodded he headed closer to the noise.
We peeked around the corner to see a rather attractive young guy
rummaging through papers. He looked about 18-19 years old, and he had
short blond hair that was brushed to hang near but not over his bright
blue eyes. He wore a short sleeved blue grey shirt, and black jeans.
He looked hilariously unprofessional for a courthouse, so naturally
Chris and I looked at each other and agreed that he wasn't supposed to
be here either.
Out of nowhere, the boy looked over at us and nearly fell out of
his chair. He fixated himself, and stood, holding out his hand to me.
"I'm Jonathan, nice to meet you." He smiled kindly, "What is your
name?" His voice was smooth and flowing, he sounded as if he could
easily be a voice actor. He looked as if he could be a normal actor,
even.
"Sh-Shelby" Despite my partner's suspicion of this Jonathan guy,
somehow, I was awestruck. I had never really fallen for someone, other
than the small twinge of love from the kiss from Christopher the other
night. But this guy, yeah, I fell on my face kind of hard.
"What a beautiful name." Jonathan commented.
"Th-thanks...I got it for my birthday." That was my favorite response
to people liking my name.
He laughed, "You're a funny girl, Shelby."
"Uhm...thank you" I couldn't think of what to say, so I didn't say
anything. I could feel my face getting hot and red.
"I'm officer Christopher, and I must ask why you are here...Jonathan."
Chris didn't sound so happy. He was fine two minutes ago, what was
wrong now?
"Oh, no problem, sir. I was simply trying to find my work resume, you
see, I work here. Well, I'm an intern. I just needed to find it so I
can make a copy for future jobs."
I could see Christopher's eyes roll, he didn't believe Jonathan,
however I didn't doubt him. "Since you work here, I have a request."
"Yes?" Jonathan looked happy to do something for us.
"I need you to bring us to the fugitives stored upstairs." That was
good quick thinking, but I was too focused on Jonathan's face to
listen. It was a flawless face, not a single bit of acne, his lips
were smooth, his nose was straight, and I couldn't even imagine more
equal yet sharp cheekbones.
"No problem officer, I have one idea that may make this trip easier
for us though." Jonathan grinned.
"What is that?" Chris was still suspicious.
"Ditching the wheelchair." In one swoop Jonathan picked me up bridal
style, not even breaking a sweat.
"Aheh- Uh-" I felt my face get even hotter as I blushed even more.
"It'll be easier to get around like this." Jonathan smiled and winked
down at me.
"Sure." Chris crossed his arms and followed Jonathan back to the elevator.
YOU ARE READING
Misfits (Original Version)
Научная фантастикаOn her way home from school one day, Shelby meets an alien, and that night, an android. Discovering things about herself, her past, and her future, Shelby is forced on a journey with her misfits.
