David: UndercoverMature

I sat there in silence for a while. He just walked out on me, but of course, that wasn't the real issue. I was more focused on what he had said. "Pierce and Pierce, tomorrow," I repeated to myself. The Pierce and Pierce building part makes sense, but is he asking me to go there? Or...?

Okay, I'm officially lost.

I stood up and brushed off my coat. "Here we go," I sighed. I walked out the door of my office and strode quickly down the wall to Charlie's office. I knocked on the door. No answer. Crap, I thought to myself, where the heck did she go?

I walked away from her door and straight to Alannah's door. Instead of knocking, I yelled, "Harrison, now!"

Almost immediately the door flew open. She stepped outside, widening her eyes to the best of her ability. "Sleeping on the job?" I asked in a very whiny tone.

"What? I wasn't-"

"You guys need to stop lying to me! I'm trust worthy right?"

She opened her mouth to reply.

"Don't answer that!" I snapped. "Where in the world is Broker?"

"How should I know?"

"Good question," I said, staring at her.

There was awkward silence between us for a moment.

"You have an answer to that, right?" I finally asked.


"You said, 'How should I know?'"

"Oh! Well, no. That was a question, for...you to answer I guess?"

More awkward silence.

"Okay, new job," I said quickly.


"You're going to go find Randall, but don't talk to him. Follow him."

"For how long?" she asked nonchalantly.

"You don't even want to know why?"

"I was listening through the door, I kind of get it. Now for how long?"

"You were listening? And you say I'm not trustworthy!"

"How long?" she asked again, this time much more sharply.

"You will be following him for exactly 24 hours, unless I say otherwise."

"What?! That's insane! You really expect me to-"

"I'll give you a temporary raise for the next three months, along with a better laptop. Will that do?"

She hesitated. "Well-"

"Go," I ordered.

She shrugged and then left the room.

I took a deep breath. I flipped out my cell and dialed Broker.

The ringing was bothering me, so I lowered the phone to where I could just barely hear it. Which ironically annoyed me even more. Finally, Broker's voice came on. It said, "Hello?"

"Broker, this is Mendrick. Where'd you go?"

"Nowhere," she said.

I frowned. "No one tells me anything."

"I was with my brother, now calm down," she said with a sigh.

I blinked. "Look, I have a plan, but it's going to require you to meet me for dinner tonight."

"Wait, what?"

"I said that I have a plan,"

"I get that, but did you just ask me out on a date?"

I blinked again. I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it, realizing I didn't really have anything to say.

"I'm joking," she said with another heavy sigh.

"Oh, good." I smiled. "Well, I'll explain when you get there. But you need to well, umm...wear a dress. I hope that's okay."


"We'd be out of place if you weren't wearing a dress," I said uncomfortably.

"This is insane, explain to me what we're doing."

"I will, I will. I just have to figure out all the details first, and if it fails, then I'm yours for the evening."

"Lucky me," she said sarcastically.

I laughed. "Broker, just find a pretty dress and try to make yourself look hott."

"Wish me luck," she said with one last heavy sigh. The call ended.

I grinned widely. This should be fun.


I was sitting at the table in the fancy restraunt, desperately searching for Broker. She was ten minutes late, but luckily Mrs. Bell hadn't shown up yet.

Suddenly, she came into sight. Wearing a silver, jewel covered dress, she walked in. Her dress sparkled as the light reflected off of the silver and the jewels. My jaw dropped slightly but I was able to hide it. It seemed as though the entire room got quiet, but it was probably just my imagination. She sat down and gave me an irritated stare. "Stop staring at me like that, you're making me uncomfortable."

"I'm acting, that's what undercover cops do, don't they?"

"We're undercover?" she asked, suddenly very interested.

"Yes of course, why else would I ask you to dress up?"

"So you could stare at me maybe?"

She winked and then turned around. "So why are we here, again?"

"I left a note on Mrs. Bell's door saying, 'If you want to find your husband's killer, meet me at the La Maisonette at 5:00.'"

"And what was the point of that?"

"To get her to come here and talk to us as if we aren't cops. She never saw us remember?"

"She's seen me!"

"Not wearing a dress, and trust me Broker, you look a lot different now then you usually do."

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment," she said cautiously.

"It is, but now we are having a problem."


"It has just occured to me that it'll be very easy to spot us out as cops, unless we act like we're on a date. Our clothes will hint at a date, but-"

"We need to act like we're on one, even when Mrs. Bell is here."

"Yes, exactly."

"I'm not so sure this is really for the case anymore, Mendrick."

"Me neither, but let's do it just in case. I can act, can you?"

Broker hesitated, but shook it off. She stood up and moved to my side of the table, sitting by me. I put my hand nonchalantly around her, as if we did this a lot. She cuddled against me and I think we pulled it off quite well.

Just then, Mrs. Bell entered the restaraunt.

"There she is, here's the plan, we're going to act like we-"

"Know who the killer is, and see how she reacts?"

She reads me like a book. "Yes, precisely."

Mrs. Bell made eye contact with me, and she looked like she knew that I was the one who left the note. She strode quickly but cautiously over to us. She took a seat across from me and said, "Did you leave this note on my door?" she asked, raising a little piece of paper.

"That's me. My name's Danny, and this is my," I paused. I wasn't quite sure if we were pretending to be married or if we were just dating. I decided we were dating. "My girlfriend," I was about to say her real name, but stopped myself. "Honey, I'm doing all the talking. You tell the nice lady your name."

Broker gave me a look of annoyance. She then faced Mrs. Bell.

That's when it got good.

Real good.

Very good.

Sooooo good.

The End

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