TwoSet Oneshots

Discovery Part 2

His mind was set. Immediately running into his office, Eddy frantically typed onto his computer the newscast that was to interview him.

Catherine simply went to her desk, a million tasks in mind. However, Brett had a moment and followed him, confused. "Bro, why are you looking at the newscast?"

"I remember there being a pianist on there," Eddy explained. "She might be trying to keep me from the interview for whatever reason -- maybe even jealousy. Alright, there's her profile!"
"Jenna Woods, 25, journalist and pianist. Previous detective... Ahhhh," Eddy leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head. "I think we got a suspect, Brett."

Brett looked at the profile. "You might be right... so what should we do about it?"
Eddy scrolled through her bio. "So... she has a business email here... how about you email as a violist requesting to have a slot in their report? When she sets up an interview, put this tracking device on her." With that he handed him a little chip. "Be sure to peel off the tape so you can stick it on. And put it somewhere like her arm, not her clothes."
Brett sighed. "Yes, common sense sir."

'Gonna have attitude eh?' Eddy thought to himself. "Just wanted to be sure since you don't have a ton of common sense in... other areas." He stood up, smiling as he watched the boy grow nervous. "But we can talk about that later."

Brett visibly gulped. "Yes sir."

Eddy gave him the chip. "Well, what are you waiting for? We don't have much time."

Brett nodded, scurrying out of the room.

Eddy, contented with his findings, grabbed his coat. "I'll be going on a walk," he announced.

"But sir, are you sure this is safe?" Catherine asked.

Eddy nodded. "If the suspect's who I think she is, she shouldn't be a threat at all. And I'm absolutely certain it's her. Besides, a walk will help me clear my mind and sort my thoughts."
Catherine sighed. "At least bring one of us with you."
Eddy shook his head. "I just want to be alone. Besides, y'all seem to think I can't stand up for myself when I could lift you both with my finger."

"It's not that, Eddy," Brett spoke up. "We just want you to be careful."

Eddy simply huffed and walked out the door.

Overall, the walk was pretty uneventful. Initially, he walked along the sidewalk contentedly as he was able to take a moment alone. Finding a peaceful wooden bench at the park, he sat down and watched the ducks around the little lake. As he watched the sun slowly rise to the middle of the sky and felt his stomach protesting its lack of attention, he reluctantly stood back up to return to his office.

When he went in, he saw Catherine and Brett talking over a few business letters and composing emails. Pretty typical.

"Hey, Eddy, how was your walk?" Catherine asked.

"Pretty good," Eddy gave a little smile. Then he strode over to the office to continue his work. With all the chaos of that morning, he hadn't even bothered to look at the real requests for investigation. "She might try to stop me from the interview, but she will NOT stop me from my job," he muttered in frustration.

Or would she stop him?

Eddy skimmed through the papers on his desk. No letters. Nervously he shuffled through the stacks. Still no letters. Panic striking him, he searched under the desk and ripped through the garbage can. Nothing. 

Eddy sighed as he realized what had happened. This had to be a prank Brett and Catherine pulled to "lighten him up." They did this stuff all the time.