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Date Posted: 21:09:47 06/19/02 Wed
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Instinct - Chapter 19
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

Chapter 19

While Sara dressed and Gabriel tried appealing to the Nottingham brothers for seconds, Jake was back at the precinct. A most definitely unhappy camper. He sat slumped in his chair; staring grumpily at his laptop, muttering imprecations as he typed. No matter what or where he tried he was unable to come up with any information on a brother for Ian Nottingham or any other type of relative. Actually, he still was having a hard time getting much info on Ian Nottingham period. What with all the Black Dragon material classified there just wasn’t much else out there.

Dante had been in a few minutes earlier. Ragging on Jake yet again about the whereabouts of his partner. For a few moments Jake was tempted to reply that she was at home having breakfast with three guys after an apparent all night orgy. Maybe that would finally shut Dante up.

“It’s just not right that there is nothing on this guy.” Jake wiped a hand over his face. “Nobody was that undocumented.”

There was another option open to him, but he hesitated. Did he really want to open up that can of worms? Jake leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out on the desk in front of him, his hands folded behind his head. His thoughts kept going back to Sara and the events he had witnessed in her apartment over the last couple of days.

The more and more he thought about it, maybe Bowman was right. Was Sara doing Nottingham? Who was this brother? Was she doing both of them? She definitely had some type of relationship with Ian. His wounded ego was well aware that the only reason Ian hadn’t killed him at the stadium was due to Sara’s intervention. What kind of influence could she have over the man, a suspected ruthless killer that was strong enough to deflect him from his purpose? Sounded like sex to him.

And then there was the guy in her bed the other morning. From what he could tell it was possible the guy had dark hair. Could it really have been Nottingham? Hell, it could have been Bowman for all he knew. Sara certainly spent enough time with the kid. Would Sara have one guy in her bed one morning and then Nottingham over the next? He just didn’t know. He could kind of see why she spent time with Bowman, but what did she see in Nottingham anyway?

Jake had tried for ages to get Sara to notice or go out with him. He had heard her rep the first day of work. The “Ice Queen”, the “Dyke”. Yeah, he knew what they all said. But it hadn’t mattered. He had taken one look at her big green eyes and been sunk. They reminded him of the color of the ocean when you riding the tube, surrounded by that cool green peace.

He kept trying to get her attention. Only to have her brush him off, ignore him or even worse, flat out turn him down. Nottingham shows up out of the blue and bam, there he was making her breakfast. Hell, the one time Jake had tried to make her breakfast Sara had bolted out the door when his back was turned.

Each recollection tweaked Jake’s wounded pride even more. His boots hitting the floor with a thud, Jake picked up his cell and dialed an unlisted number. He looked around the office to see if anyone could overhear. Even though he didn’t see anyone he spoke quietly to the party on the other end. When the call disconnected he folded the cell slowly and put it away. He had started that ball rolling. Time for the truth about Nottingham to come out.

***

Kenneth Irons put his cell phone down slowly. Things were definitely getting interesting. Pressing the intercom on his desk he asked that Dr. Immo be sent to him immediately. He sat back in his chair, a distracted look on his patrician features, his fingers steepled together in front of him.

When Dr. Immo entered the room Kenneth ignored him for several minutes. Finally he dropped his hands to his desk. Reaching out he rearranged some papers that were lying on top into an exact right angle to the corner of the desk.

“Dr. Immo, thank you for joining me. We appear to have yet another situation.” Kenneth Irons paused as if searching for words. Or letting the impact of his spoken words be felt.

“My contacts at the CIA have just called. Apparently Detective Pezzini’s partner is looking for information on Ian Nottingham…specifically, information about his brother.”

Irons leaned back in his chair, one hand lying on his desk, the other coming to rest on the lapel of his expensively tailored suit. It was only now that he let his gaze rest on Doctor Immo.

“My good Doctor. What do you suppose has happened that Detective McCartey would think that Ian has a brother?” Iron’s voice, usually low and controlled was beginning to rise.

“Why do you suppose that when my contact assured the good Detective that Ian had no siblings the Detective insisted he saw the two of them together with his own eyes?”

Dr. Immo closed his eyes for a moment. He knew what would be next.

“Can you tell me just how it would be possible for the Detective to have seen two Nottinghams?” Both palms came down flat on the desktop as Kenneth pushed himself out of his chair and began to walk towards the Doctor.

“What can you possibly tell me that would assure me that Ian is dead and his replacement is not paying him social calls?”

“I warned you, Kenneth, that there would be problems with this replacement.” Dr. Immo’s face was pale as he answered.

“Problems with his aggression level. Problems with the data transfer. Not problems with two of the them walking around and getting to know each other.”

Unable to contain his rage any longer Kenneth struck Dr. Immo across the face. Uncaring that the force of his blow made the Doctor stagger.

“There are two Ian Nottingham’s out there. And apparently, neither one is interested in serving my interests. This is most unacceptable.”

“What will you do now, Kenneth.”

Turning his back to the Doctor, Kenneth Irons walked over to the chess table set up by the window. Picking up a chess piece he rolled it between his fingers as he stared out.

“I am unsure at this point. I believe I will wait to see what they intend. Their next move will determine mine.”

When a few more minutes passed with Kenneth ignoring him Dr. Immo started to back slowly out the door. Grateful Iron’s attention was no longer directed at him.

“I will not tolerate this type of sloppiness again, Doctor. I mean that most seriously. Do not fail me again.”

Kenneth set the chess piece back on the game board.

“Leave me now.”

Turning his back he looked once again out the window as if searching for something, or someone.

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