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Date Posted: 22:37:06 10/17/04 Sun
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Chapter Six
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "The Ghost in the Machine - PG-13" on 11:11:12 10/07/04 Thu

A/N: What can I say? There�s a far better writer currently revisiting the White Bulls storyline so I�ve decided to mix the seasons up a bit. My prerogative�(sing it Britney)

Chapter Six

One thing about not being able to sleep was the time you got to spend doing research. It wasn�t easy and without the ghosts that kept him awake Jake didn�t know how he would have found the information that he had.

There really was just too damn little to go on. All they knew was that over the last couple of years crime syndicate after crime syndicate was being taken over. In was happening in major cities all around the United States. No one seemed to know who was doing it, and no one was willing to talk.

The big break, if you could even call it that, had come three months ago when a Chicago made man had come to the Bureau with information. He was scared, really scared to have voluntarily showed up at their door.

It wasn�t much; there was a new player, a real heavy hitter. If you didn�t play ball with him you ended up with the bat jammed up your ass. All Mr. Chicago could give them was the name �V�, and a connection to a woman working in the NYPD.

They didn�t get a chance to get anything further, Mr. Chicago was found chopped up into bits that were found in several trash bags in the dumpster outside the Chicago field office.

Exhaustive research by the Bureau had resulted in this assignment for Jake. What a joke. Kind of let�s just dump him in the NYPD as see what happens. They knew he had a one in a million chance of really connecting anything or anyone to the case. There just wasn�t enough scratch to work with.

But Jake�s assignment to this case served several purposes. First it pacified all the syndicate members who were suddenly feeling law-abiding and demanding to know what the Bureau was going to do about this; and second, it gave them a place to put Jake until they figured out what to do with him.

He had been one of their best and brightest. With his service record they couldn�t just show him the door. That would be bad for public and agent relations, not to mention the lawsuit that could be involved since he was wounded in the line of duty. Jake knew the drill. He refused to cooperate enough for them to give him a medical release � and there was definitely no loony bin time for him.

But what to do with an Agent that broke one of the Bureau�s most stringent rules; the one taught over and over from the beginning of training? It was written in stone. You don�t get romantically involved with your informant. You can screw �em for the good of the case, no problem there. But you don�t get involved.

Jake became an embarrassment. By the time he had made it out of the hospital the tale of his screw-up had traveled far. Everyone seemed to know the joke about the California Agent who had fallen in love with his snitch and then got her killed.

He pretended it didn�t matter to him, and really it didn�t; with Carla gone there was anything left that mattered at all. Still, it was hard to see guys you had been friends with for years only to find they couldn�t hold your gaze anymore.

Giving himself a mental shake, Jake brought himself back to the present and the glowing computer screen in front of him. The Bureau was really pushing the New York connection. Hell, they had to. It was all they had. The computers had spit out the name of Tommy Gallo as a possible and Jake thought it was worth considering.

Gallo definitely had his fingers in most of the action that went down here. And he was an upwardly mobile kind of guy. The man had plans, and the patience to see them through. Could he be the mysterious �V�? It seemed too simplistic, but you never knew.

From Gallo the research weenies had drawn lines to several female officers in the NYPD. Most had already been eliminated. But there was something different about Sara Pezzini and up until the other night when she took out Vespucci Jake had been willing to concede the weenies might be right.

Apart from his gut feeling upon meeting her, Jake couldn�t believe that Gallo would have ok�d her taking out Vespucci if they were working together. That had to have cost Gallo a sizeable investment. It also helped make a stronger case against Gallo. Why would he suddenly be importing such pricey help?

It had taken Jake several sleepless nights but he had managed to ferret out a lot of the history between Sara Pezzini and Tommy Gallo. There had to be something there he could use.

Between her suspicions about her father�s death, and her friend Maria�s, there was no doubt Pezzini really had a hard-on for this guy; but the theories back at the Bureau that Pezzini and Gallo were in on this together were not holding water. Jake was exasperated, nothing about any of this made sense.

He flipped through a data file listing all the latest tidbits New York agents had collected from their informants. One item caught his attention and he whistled softly. It wasn�t much, but just maybe it would be an opening.

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Chapter Seven -- moondreamer, 23:46:22 10/22/04 Fri