46 Sets of Teeth

2: Rooting Up The Truth

I padded back and forth in the living room. Marcus sits on the couch half smiling, half pouting.

"Why do you do that?" He laughs. I shoot a look over to him. An aggravated look at that.

"It doesn't make any sense. Francis Dolarhyde was never in the BACI. He commit suicide." Marcus' eyes widen.

"FRANCIS DOLARHYDE?! The tooth fairy?" I nod. This isn't gonna blow over well. "Why are you working this case? He could easily kill you."

"He could also kill a male agent. I'm working this case because it was assigned to me. Babe, I'll be fine."

"Fine? Hun, we live in Chicago. He's in Alabama somewhere. He knows that someone will be after him. I don't want it to be you."

"I cant do anything about it. I was assigned a case, I have to work it."

"So, your going to Birmingham?" I purse my lips.

"Yes." He gruffs and turns his head away from my disconcerning stare.

"How long?" He demands.

"Three or four weeks. Maybe less than that." He looks at me and throws his hands up.

"I obviously have no say. Except be careful, and I love you." I lean down and kiss him. I smile.

"I love you more."

"I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at your job, and I don't want to lose you to some insane pshyco. Okay." He kisses me again and I nod my head. "

"I know."

"Are you leaving the lotus?" He asks slyly. I laugh, and slap my knee.

"Your funny. You think I'm leaving my car with you? I'm joking. No, I'm driving to Birmingham. The bureau wont supply a ticket. Their already assing out money for the Colliear Case by the millions." His eyes widen drastically.

"Really? That's ridiculous." I sit next to him and grab ahold of his hands. He looks at me, gives me a kiss and drops my hand.

"You forgot." I whine. He looks at me almost shellshocked.

"Forgot wha....Oh my God. I'm so sorry Adelia. I totally forgot." I lean back and run my fingers through my hair.

"No, no, its fine. Just get dressed." Today was our 3 year anniversary. Yes we've been dating three years. No he hasn't proposed yet, and I don't expect him to. Not anytime soon atleast.

Marcus is an author. Yes I'm dating an extreemly sexy, and chiseled author, named Marcus Poole. He wrote, Gotham Risen, and Very Quiet Business Worker. Hes written more but those are two of my favorites.

NOTE TO READER: MARCUS POOLE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND HIS BOOKS ARE NOT REAL. PLEASE NOTE THAT MARCUS POOLE IS A MERE FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION.

He rises off the couch and runs to the bedroom. I follow, but not running. I strip out of my grey pencil skirt and jacket, leaving me in nothing but my black camisole and my thongs. Marcus is completely naked and rushing to jump in the shower. He turns to face me he grabs the back of my head lacing his fingers through my hair. He plants another one of his famous kisses on my lips. He pulls me in pressing himself into my own warm skin. My body shudders and repels the want to just give him entrance. Right then. He releases me and then continues to the shower. God I love that sexy ass! I find my red silk dress in my closet, and toss it onto the king sized bed. I remove my camisole, and my bra and slide the dress over my head. I quickly touch up my makeup and fluff out my hair.

Marcus turns off the water and exits the tile shower. He grabs his towel and quickly dries himself. He throws on a suit quickly and his gold watch, and he's ready. He looks so amazing in a suit. Especially a black suit. He embraces me and looks down at me.

"May I drive?" He asks. This hurts. I hardly let anybody drive my baby. Not even Marcus. I sigh in reluctance.

"I suppose." He pulls a sixteen year old move and pulls his fist back in victory. "Your such a dork." I laugh.

We both hop in the lotus and start toward Cheffon Laree.

Later that night-

My cell phone rings. I take a look at the caller ID. JULIA CASSADEE. Why is she calling?

"Hello?" No answer. "Hello?!"

"Adi?"

"What do you want Julia?" Behind the silence I hear soft weeping.

"Dad was just murdered." I clasp my mouth in horror. I stand up off the bed and pace.

"Who? Did you see the face? Where? Julia ANSWER ME!"

"I don't know. I wasn't there. There were no witnesses." There had to of been.

"Jules, you need to go home to mom and stay with her until I say."

"Wha...."

"JUST DO IT JULIA! I CANT EXPLAIN IT TO YOU OR ANYONE!"

"Adi,"

"Quit calling me that. I'm not your sister 'ADI', Its either Adelia or Agent Bennett. Fuck to being your sister!"

"Adelia, why cant you tell me what's going on?"

"Your a civilian."

"I'm family."

"NO YOU'RE NOT! Quit saying you are. I disclaimed you a long time ago when you left me behind at Mirshaw's cocaine party. When the cops showed up and you bailed. Don't fucken talk to me about family. Now do what I said. NOW!" I aggressively end the call the flop onto the bed.

Marcus walks into the room slowly wearing his slacks, dress shoes, and his white undershirt. He questionably starts unbuttoning his shirt. He arches an eyebrow and stares down at his shirt. He starts to speak but stops suddenly as if not to start an argument.

"Who was that?" he asks sempathetically.

"Nobody."

"Well it had to be somebody, to have you looking so flustered."

"It was nothing, Marcus."

"Okay." He sighs. "what are you doing tomorrow?"

"I have to go to Bloomington tomorrow. There was a shooting I have to go investigate."

"What about the Dolarhyde case?"

"Irrelevant. This is a side case."

"Can you do that?"

"Well, if its a personal case."

"Lets get our minds off of all this. What do you say?"

I took a moment to ponder. I should have said yes, but I had so much on my mind, arousement was not an option. It was going to be a long month.

"Not tonight." He frowned. Then nodded and slipped under the sheets. He quickly reached up and turned off the lamp, leaving me in the dark. I know it was wrong but I simply had no energy. I found my pillow and feel asleep.