Sequel to Moving On
Mike and Bex have been at their new assignments for a few months now. Mike is looking at things far out of his normal range of cases while Bex is facing a demon that has haunted her past for ten years now. Will both of them be ab...
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Down to the basement they went, taking in the long white hallway and the standard blue doors. All of the door handles had key pads above them so that seemed standard what was different with SBR-54, however was that there was a call system that included a video camera. Bex and Mike looked to each other, both with a questioning look before they both turned to face the door.
Mike beat on the door twice and a Kevin Bacon wannabe opened the door. This must be Don Pickle, Bex had to hold in her laughter when Mike told her that. Don looked at the pair up and down before rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh. There had been far too many unexpected visitors lately. "Yes?"
"Gareth Ritter. I'm Red Wheatus' chief of staff and this is Rebecca Morris, my assistant." Mike introduced.
"Oh, hi. What do you need?" Don asked, looking completely bored.
"To know what goes on in this room." Mike said before taking a step forward.
"Talk to Red." Don stepped forward, blocking Mike's path. "We're a little busy."
Mike sighed and looked at him with as much 'I'm of higher power than you' he could muster. "I'm Red's chief of staff. What's your position?"
"Legislation Director."
"Then I outrank you, so step aside." Mike tried to order.
"Not with this. I'm sorry." Don looked anything but.
Both Mike and Bex let out a reluctant sigh and stepped away. Don gave a smarmy victorious grin and closed the door with a little more force than was necessary. Bex looked to the door with disgust. "Well, he didn't have to do all that. I should have jabbed him in the side and snuck in when we had the chance."
Mike chuckled and guided her to turn around with him. "It just means that we have to be sneakier about it. Why don't you go grab us some lunch, I'll see what I can dig up in the office and I'll meet you in 30?" He held out a 20 dollar bill as they reached the main floor.
Bex took the bill and slid it into her pocket. "Fine but if you can't find anything we're doing an after hours snoop."
Grinning, he placed a kiss to her cheek. "Should I wait an hour before meeting you on the steps?"
She smiled back at him. "That might be better. I could potentially see if I can't hear anything or at least see if there's any people coming and going. It is nearing lunch after all. Surely they've got to eat."
Mike nodded. "I'll see you in an hour then."
For thirty minutes Bex stood near the door that led down to the extra rooms, hoping to see if anyone left or if anyone came in. Luck seemed to be on her side, when a food delivery guy showed up and met Don on the main floor. Bex stayed hidden behind a pillar and watched the interaction, trying to see what all was ordered. With Don gone and the delivery guy on the move, Bex hurried after him and tapped him on the shoulder. "I couldn't help but smell all that good food you just delivered so I was wondering what they got." She said when the delivery guy turned to her.
