Crimes in the heart of Blackcliff (part 2)

James sighed and pressed it harder. "Which of the five?"

"That's your job, not mine."


* You can shoot him. Just stalling cause I sadly can't stay, I have to head off to tafe. Making sure I come by though to keep things going.*

"I'm making it your job." James said shooting him in the knee cap. "Now fucking tell me or you lose your other knee."

*Alright, James is kinda pissed off though so the guy either tells him or gets killed painfully haha*

*He's this fat Italian prick... a real nasty piece of work, that's why he's down in the cells all day on security. With William, and James together, you'll find her.*

Monica hummed on the bonnet and looked around suddenly spotting down the hill a series of car lights and dashed to the ground, grabbing her mobile to text the boys, "Better have Tiffany, cause we're having company in ten minutes, down the road bout five k's away."

William texted Monica back. Cops? Italian Mob?

James blew the guard away with his M4 before searching room after room until he kicked in the door leading to Tiffany.

"[i]I think cops, but they aren't flashing their lights, so they catch us. I'm leaving the car... and Chase, do something bout that boat, cut the ropes or something!" [i] Monica wrote heading down the banks into the water so that if it was the police, the dogs wouldn't trace her scent.

William rolled his eyes. If it's the cops they'll turn around and leave, Talbot has them paid off.

James moved over to Tiffany getting the hood off her head.

Tiffany screamed through her tape, not being able to see in the dark. She wondered for a minute why they would remove her hood, usually they didn't want her to see. But she no longer questioned it, and instead attempted a good head butt, knowing the person was close.

James moved out of the way. "Hey, calm down Tiffany. It's me James." He said taking his hands to her cheeks and getting the tape off.

"Hmm...definitely not a dream... otherwise Wentworth Miller would be beside you here. So I'm wrong, I said you'd never see me like this..." she said upset and disappointed blaming herself.

"Hey." James said sharply. "This is not your fault, it's there's." James said undoing her restraints. "Now c'mon we're getting you out of here."

Tiffany shivered and rubbed her wrists, "Umm?"

"'What?" James asked.

Tiffany pulled back her hair and rubbed a cigarette burn mark gritting her teeth, "Please, don't laugh. I work in a strip bar indeed, and you'd think I was the last person to have these 'issues' but James... your brother... Chase... and don't tell me, you probably have Monica along too."

James looked at her burn and sighed. "Shit..." He said before looking her in the eyes. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

Tiffany went red, "James... thank you for coming. Um... I'll only ever ask this once in my life. Can I borrow your jacket?"

James nodded taking his leather jacket off, revealing his kevlar vest underneath. "Here." He said opening it up and holding it out to her.

"Done nothing but treat you like shit in the past, James. But shit blokes can't afford jackets like this," Tiffany tried to joke, and shielded her eyes from the light, "James? Who's that?" seeing Jack.

James smiled. "You treat everyone like shit." He joked back before looking back at Jack and then her again. "That's Jack, Gwen's bodyguard."

(sorry, went and wrote a chapter to a new fic I'm doing haha got inspired)

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James smiled. "You treat everyone like shit." He joked back before looking back at Jack and then her again. "That's Jack, Gwen's bodyguard."

(sorry, went and wrote a chapter to a new fic I'm doing haha got inspired)

Argh! You scared me.. thought I was alone and everyone had went to bed, thats a good question, whats your excuse? lol

"From her club... I heard you were involved in the shooting there. What are you doing here? I thought it was just a few of you, now there's a whole heap. And for what? Me? Oh James, you could have been killed, and I'm only worth $80 a day. You're foolish! And I suppose... I'm..."

Tiffany went even redder and sighed, "And I'm being ungrateful. I'm sorry, no one's ever done something like this for me."

James smiled a little. "Hey, you're one of us, and we leave no one behind." He said.

Chase was whistling leaning against a tree waiting for them to come out.

Monica moved closer to the mansion, now worried because it really didn't look like the police. She would've seen something to identify them as police by now. And ahead of her she saw Chase, and scrambled over tugging his arm.

"Get down and look! Who's that?" she hissed.

James, John, and William got out of the mansion with Tiffany and Samantha.

*It's the police but not the local police, and its also the end of Samantha's career.*