Posted by BECKER on Sunday, 31 May 1998, at 4:25 p.m.
 

I apologize in advance for this begining. BECKER is my character and I can't write a story without putting a character of my own in. Anyone who read scoop knows who she is and if you haven't and want to just
ask. But you can use Becker later in the story if you want to.
 
 

Rollie Tyler ran down the street in a rush. Frances was going to kill him. He'd promised his friend that he'd meet him at the police precinct for 5:00 so they could go to the baseball game together, but the Van was stuck in the middle of the set for "The Day of the Snarkblandits" the new movie he was working on. Then his watch had stopped and he'd lost complete track of time and all Angie'd done was laugh at him. It was 5 minutes to 5 now and he was still 20 minutes away from the Police station.

"Hey Rollie, need a ride?" A familier voice asked from beside him, he turned to see Becker Richler getting into a car.

"Really Becker? That'd be great!" She cocked her head, adorned as usual with her green velvet hat, to the
side and motioned for him to get in. He scooted around to the passenger side of the baby blue 87 toyota
carolla and got inside. Becker was a cub reporter for the Sun Times and had been a little bit of a pain but
more of a help in the past.

"Where ya goin? and how late are you?" she asked as she pulled into traffic.

"I'm meetin' Frances at the police station and I'm supposed to be there . . ." he looked at his watch. "now." Becker laughed.

"I guess that means you're late. We'll be there in about ten minutes." They chatted about what they'd each been doing since they'd last talked and finally came to the Poplice station.

"Thank's a heap Becker, I owe ya one." Rollie ran towards the station and up the steps at Becker drove
away. He was about to enter when he heard two things.

"Rollie!" someone called and at the same time he heard the sounds of tire squealing and metal against metal . . .

next . . . . . . .
 

Posted by Peggy on Sunday, 31 May 1998, at 5:03 p.m.
 

I guess this means we're starting a new one...
 
 

Rollie whirled toward the street, positive Becker had been in an accident. After all, she'd proved herself to
be almost as big a trouble magnet as he was. Maybe he shouldn't have accepted a ride with her. Two
trouble magnets in one vehicle was asking for it. To his relief, Becker was no where in sight, just two
cabbies that looked like they were about to have a real row over their badly bashed taxis. Not the wisest
course of action in front of a police station. As a couple of uniforms brushed past the Aussie, he heard his
name again.

"Rollie! You're late!" Francis came up beside the taller man and placed a hand on his back.

"Sorry, Frankie. I lost track of time. My watch stopped."

Francis shook his head at the feuding cabbies, then tugged Rollie to where his unmarked was parked.
"Come on, let's get going. You brought the tickets, right?"

"Yeah, they're right here." Rollie reached into his pants pocket to pull them out and came up empty. "Uh... oops. I guess I left them at the loft."

"Great. That's just great." Francis griped. "Let's go get them. If we skip dinner, we can still make the
game."

"Sorry, Frank." Rollie apologized. "It's just not my day." He shook his head ruefully. Damn, nothing
seemed to be going his way lately.

"Day? Rollie! Try week!" Francis chided his friend. "Angie told me about the problems you've been having lately."

"I'm really sorry, Francis. I meant to put the tickets in my pocket this morning. I had them on the
nightstand, just to remind me. Guess I still forgot." Rollie's shoulders slumped. He knew how much
Francis had been looking forward to this game. Between his work and his family, Francis seldom had a
night out with the "boys". And he'd decided to spend it with Rollie and here Rollie had blown it. Bloody
great.

The short New Yorker glanced over at his friend with concern. "Hey, it's okay. You made a mistake. Even you are entitled to have them once in a while. Besides, if we hurry we'll still make the game. No problem." He smiled and added slyly. "But YOU are buying the hot dogs."

Rollie smiled in relief. "Deal."

The trip to the loft was a quick one, unlike the trip to the stadium would be. For once, traffic was going
fine. Probably due to the accident back at the precinct, Rollie thought wryly. As Francis pulled to a stop in front of the old converted brewery, Rollie popped the door open and told him. "It'll just take a minute. I'll
be right back." Rollie figured he could run upstairs, grab the tickets, grab a couple of sodas for them to
drink on the way and they'd be out of there. The lanky man frowned slightly when he found the door to
his home unlocked and wondered idly how Angie had beat him there. Rollie smiled over at Francis and
stepped inside. Pain flaired in his side as someone slammed into him. He stumbled back out and fell to the ground. Rollie watched, stunned as two men ran away from the brewery. What?
 

Posted by Nella on Sunday, 31 May 1998, at 5:40 p.m.
 

Oh....I shouldn't. Oh, well it won't be long.

Here we go.....
 

Francis jumped out of the car and right into the path of the two men. Luckly, he still had his gun strapped
to his side, and the two men stopped short when they realized that they were looking down the barrel of
his gun.

"Okay, gentlemen. I don't think you are going anywhere." Francis said. "You alright, Rollie?"

"Yeah, mate," Rollie said as he got up. "But it doesn't look like we're going to that game, does it?"

"No, Rollie," the other man sighed. "It doesn't."

As Francis read the intruders their rights, Rollie went in the loft to check the security cameras to see what
they stole. He couldn't help but notice that they must have known where to find whatever it was because
the studio was exactly has he had left it.

Francis walked in with the two men in cuffs, and seated them where he could keep an eye on them. "So
did you find anything yet?"

"Yeah, Mate," Rollie replied, "and you're never going to believe what they wanted."

-Nella

p.s.-How's that?
 

Posted by David on Monday, 1 June 1998, at 12:38 a.m.
 

Hi,

I like it so far.
 

' What were they after Rolie?' Frank asked. ' It should be in the blonde guys front shirt pocket' Rollie
answered.

Frank walked to where the two men were sitting and carefully reached into the specified pocket. Pulling
out a computer disk Frank turned to Rollie with a confused expression on his face.

' What on the disk Rollie?' the detective inquired. ' It looks like one of Angie's backup disks, I don't know
what's on it.' Rollie replied ' Let me take a look'.

Pulling a seat upto the computer Rollie inserted the disk and waited while the information was displayed. A small box appeared on the screen asking for the password. ' Damn, Angie put a password on it, I can't get in unless I can guess the password.' Rollie said, frustrated.

Staring at the computer screen Rollie tried several times, her name, her cat's name, her birthday, his
birthday, his name and so on.

' Why don't you ask Angie what it is?' Frank asked. ' She's out of town, off mountain climbing in
Yosemite. She's due back tomorrow, can you wait?' Rollie finished. ' I'll take these guys and book them. I guess we'll have to wait.' Frank answered.

Hearing a siren Frank took the guys outside and got them into the black and white. Turning back to Rollie
he said ' Oh well, I guess we'll have to make it another night huh?' ' Yeah Frank, and i'll still buy the
hotdogs' Rollie answered, then headed back into the loft with the disk.

The end of my part.

Good luck to the next person.

See ya,

David :-)
 

Posted by Rami on Monday, 1 June 1998, at 3:21 a.m.
 

Ok my turn ( although you know my style of writing : no past tenses )... I`ll try to do my best.
 

Gatti was about to close the door of the police car where the 2 men he cuffed are sitting. But then he saw
a big blue van comming fast from the corner and 3 men armed with uzi`s jumped outside. They aimed thier guns to Gatti.

"OH NO!!" Gatti yelled and jumped on the ground as the the 3 men starts firing on him. Rollie inside ,
heard the gun shots. He ran outside and saw Gatti on the ground as the bullets hit the police car , making
holes in it. "GATTI ! IN HERE !" Rollie yelled. Gatti quickly took his gun out , got up and start firing on
the 3 men. The 3 men ducked from Gatti shots and that gave Gatti enough time to ran into the workshop.
"Tha...Thanks Rollie..." Gatti said , breathing. Rollie quicked locked the door from inside and ran to Gatti.

"Who are those guys?" Rollie asked nearvously. "I... I dont know... OH GOD! I forgot about the 2 men
inside the police car!" "Well , you are not getting them now... lets hide quick before they bust in here!"
Rollie yelled and grabed his PDA from the table. Rollie and Gatti ran to the kitchen and hid. "Dont you have some FX magic now?" Gatti asked while loading his gun. "I have... but wait for my signal and we`ll ran to the phone boot. I have secret exit there..."

Meanwhile outside...

One of the 3 men who fired at Gatti walked to the bloned man Gatti cuffed. "So... I gave you a simple job:  to steal the damn disk and what do you do? you are caught by the police! you are both morons!" He said angrily. "So.. Sorry Mr. Cross ... we ju..." "SHUT UP! I DONT WANNA HERE YOU TWO! GO TO THE VAN AND WAIT THERE! me and my 2 men here will get the disk and kill those 2 clowns who caught you." The 2 men Gatti cuffed ran into the blue van. "Ok guys! Lets bust in!" Cross said and they started to fire at the door.

Meanwhile inside...

"Rollie , they are comming in! do something!" Gatti said to Rollie. BOOM! The door was opened. The 3
men start searching the place slowly. Rollie pressed a few buttons at the PDA and then the big dragon
started to blow smoke on the 3 men faces. "NOW!" Rollie yelled and he and Gatti ran towards the phone
boot. "GET THEM!!!" Cross yelled without seeing Rollie or Gatti because of the smoke. They all started to fire to all directions. "COME ON ROLLIE!" Gatti yelled. Rollie quick pressed the numbers and the phone boot and the secret door opened. Gatti and Rollie ran outside and the secret door closed behind them. After the smoke cleared Cross and his name looked around the trashed place. "Where are they??" Cross asked his man. They nobed their head for "We dont know" look. "Well , start looking for the disk!" After one minute one of Cross men yelled "Boss! I found the disk!" "Ok Great , Destroy it!" The men took his uzi and fired at the disk. "Lets get out of here..." Cross said and steped outside to the blue van with his man behind him. Rollie and Gatti watched them carefully from the alley as Cross and his men entered the blue van and drove away. Rollie looked at Gatti. "What now?" He asked. "We gotta talk to Angie , Roll. We gotta..."

A little long but what do you think? Rami
 
 

Posted by Megan on Monday, 1 June 1998, at 7:37 p.m.
 

Hi-

I'll give a go at this. I've never been aprt of a round robin, and have to confess I was scared to join in on
others because I was scared. I now I now, your all thinknig 'scared of what?" Frankly I'm not sure. I
think i was afraid that if posted something it might make someone mad or something. STill doesn't explan
it. But i also hadn;t started writing fanfic at the time either so. Anyways I'll see what I can do with this
(Yeha, I I've got three other storieso f my own I should be working on now).

Anyways......
 

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Before Francis could finish his sentence, Rollie disapeared back into the shop carefully. "Rollie?"

When Francis entered the shop he saw Rollie stadning in the middle of the room looking at the mess.

"Aw, Bloodly hell. Look at the place Frank. It's a bloodly mess." Rollie shouted.

"I'm sorry, Rollie." Francis tld the man, coming up to stand next to him. "Well, it looks like they found the disk and distroyed it."

"Not quite, Francis." Rollie said a small grin appearing on his face.

"What are you talking about?"

"Before those guys with big guns appeared I had time to write the same thing that was written on this
disk," Rollie then pulled at a disk from his shirt pocket. "on to a blank disk."

"Smart move, Rollie." Francis said smiling. "Now all we have to do is find Angie.

"Consider her found." A familar voice came from the door way.

"Angie!" Rollie and Francis both exclaimed walking over to where she stood shocked.

"What is going on here? Do yuo two know there's a couple police officers outside bleeding to death?"
Angie asked shocked at what she found when she came by the loft.

"Oh hell! I forgot about them!" Francis shouted then ran outside.

"Rollie, whats going on?" Angie demanded.

After Rollie told Angie waht had happened she took adn disk from him and moved over the computer that was surprisingly still working. Francis then came back in, after calling an alumbence and more cops.

"Find anything yet?"

"Angie is getting into the disk now." Rollie told Francis as he watched type in her password. "spoihc?"

"It's 'chiops' spelled backwards." Angie answered.

"Oh. So Ang, what are you donig here anyways? I thought you were coming back tommorow?" Rollie
asked.

"I had a strange feeling you had gotten into trouble so I decided to come back early." She replied looking
straight at the computer. "I guess I was right, huh?"
 
 

Posted by shylo on Tuesday, 2 June 1998, at 9:52 p.m.
 

I saw the RR and had to get in on it.
 
 

***

"Angie, what is on that disk, and where did you get it," Rollie asked as he leaned over his young
partner's shoulder. The writing on the screen looked like it had been created by a bad keyboarding student gone insane. There were no recognizable words, and very few letters that made much sense either.

"Rol, remember that moonlighting job I was doing?" Angie asked as her fingers flew over the keys. "You
said as long as it didn't interfere with our work that you didn't care if I used the computer for some
consulting."

"Yeah. So?," Rollie answered, even less enlightened than he had been moments earlier.

"I have been doing some encryption work for a company called ByteComTech. This disk is the material
they gave me to code. Jay, the guy I've been dealing with told me that it is just a test run, that the real info they want to encrypt is back in their vault. He said that the real stuff was some sort of hot new technology advance and that people would die to keep the secrets,"Angie told her best friend, never looking away from the screen."

"So what was it that they gave you as a test run?" Francis Gatti spoke for the first time. Angie looked up
for a nanosecond. She had forgotten that the detective was even there.

"Just a list of names and dollar amounts. There are some places there, too. They said that the list had all of the characters they needed and would be a perfect trial run."

"So what is your code, Sweetie?" Rollie asked, not really expecting her to tell him.

"It's something I've been working on for a while. It's sort of a multiple code within an encryption. The
letters are alternating in Japanese, Russian, Arabic, and English. Each time a letter is used, it rotates into the next character style. Then the whole thing is encrypted after it is coded. The final coding is that the words are run together with random breaks. The breaks are marked with a double encoded series of dingbats," Angie explained as real words began to appear from the jumble of the computer screen. "I wrote a program that would encrypt and unencrypt a message as it was being typed. The character sequence changes depending upon the time and date the message is entered."

Rollie looked at his partner in awe. He hadn't even known that she was working on this. He found himself constantly amazed at her capabilities.

"Angie, Rollie," Francis spoke, pointing at a name on the list. "Jamero Ramoza! Angie, those dates and
dollar amounts may not be random names and numbers after all."

"What are you saying, Francis?" Rollie asked.

"Jamero Ramoza is one of Columbia's biggest drug trafficers. He supplies the entire Florida panhandle with enough 'snow' to keep the entire penisula reallllly happy!" Francis told them. "And look what else is on the list. . . "

***

Okay, next...

shylo
 

Posted by Derrick on Wednesday, 3 June 1998, at 9:02 p.m.
 

I've finally emerged from my fanfic depression...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rollie stared at the screen in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what it read. "Lucinda!?!" he gasped out in amazement. Angie looked up while Francis just stared.

Sure enough, Lucinda Scott was on the list.

Angie was the first to break the silence, as she looked at Rollie "This must be a fake! Lucinda was off
doing that soap opera.... I can't believe this!"

"I know Ange, I know." Rollie shook his head. "Why don't you go ask this company-"

"ByteComTech" supplied Angie.

Rollie nodded "Yeah, that's it. Find out where they got this."

"Um, Rollie, I'm not exactly in a position of authority down there. I can't just go and make demands"

"Rol, Angie, I can go down to the station, " said Francis, as he stood up slowly "See if anything's on the
wire about Lucinda-"

Rollie turned quickly, his face grim. "No. She wouldn't do anything. I won't believe it."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Be Brutal,

Derrick

Posted by Nella on Saturday, 6 June 1998, at 7:30 p.m.

"Hey, who said that just because this Ramoza guy is on the list that it is something illegal?", Angie
interjected.

"Angie's got a point, Rollie," said Francis, "but you can never be too sure. If you want me to, I can run a
search on all the names on that list."

Rollie picked up a tiny screwdriver and began rolling it back and forth between his hands, trying to relieve
his tension. "No, Francis, don't bother; it would take too long." Looking up he asked, "Ange, would you do it?"

"Sure," she replied and swivled back to face the keyboard. "No problem at all. Do you want to look at a
copy of the list while I'm working?"

"That'd be great, Love," Rollie replied. He stopped flipping the screwdriver and began to twist it back and
forth between his fingers. He walked over to the printer and grabbed the paper.

Both Angie and Francis snapped their heads towards Rollie when they heard the screwdriver clatter on the floor. "What wrong?" Angie asked. "Was someone else we know on the list?"

"Uh, no," Rollie looked up at them wide-eyed and replied, "Are you sure you printed the right document?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. It's the only one open!"

"Well then I know what those men were really after," Rollie said starting to laugh. "These blueprints!"

Posted by Rami on Saturday, 6 June 1998, at 11:51 p.m.
                 

"Blue prints? are you sure?" Gatti asked and came near the tall aussie.

"Here , take a look." Rollie told Gatti and handed him the blueprints. Gatti looked at them. "Hmmm... I dont know this building , I should run it in the station. Maybe it will lead us to the people who wanted to punch holes in us."

"Let me take a look." Angie said and came near Gatti.

"That`s familier. I think its... Wait a second! That`s the blueprints of ByteComTech."

"ByteComeTech? That`s where you did the moonlighting work." Rollie said.

"Yeah , but why they wanted to encrypt this blueprints? and why Lucinda`s name was on the disk?"

Gatti looked at Rollie and then at Angie.

"Angie , can you show me the the names again that are on the disk? I wanna check something."

"Ok." Angie replied , walked to the computer and loaded the data again. Gatti came near her.

"Ok , so we no Ramazora is there." Gatti put his finger on the screen and started sliding it slowly.

"There! I knew I reconized this name!" Gatti yelled and snaped his fingers.

"What is it? We know Lucinda`s name is there." Rollie said and came near Gatti.

"No , not Lucinda`s. The name here." Gatti said and pointed at the screen.

"Max Cross?" Angie and Rollie asked together.

"Yeah , what I dont understand is why Ramazora and Cross are on the same list here. They are enemies."

"Wait a second! Wait a second! Gatti , remember when those guys fired at you? So when you ran in here , I heard someone yelling the 'Mr. Cross' outside. Maybe it was Max and his men trying to kill us."

"This is heavy Rollie." Gatti said and unrolled the blueprints again.

"Look , the blueprints here are from 1995."

"So?" Angie asked.

"I got a feeling here... Listen guys , I go check it in the police station. You wait here for my call."

Gatti said and walked out of the workshop. Rollie and Angie exchanged the 'what the hell is going on' look.

After half an hour...

The phone rang.

"Bluey , speaker." Rollie said and Bluey pressed the speaker button.

"Rollie here."

"Rollie its Gatti. I got something here about those blueprints."

"What is it?"

"You gotta see yourself. I`ll fax them both to you."

"Both?? But there is only one map."

"That`s where you are wrong Rollie. That`s what I found here."

"Ok , Ok. Send it now."

"Bye."

"Who was it?" Angie asked while comming from upstaris. "Incoming fax ! Incoming fax !" Rollie and
Angie heared the fax machine.

"It was Gatti. He got something about those blueprints." Rollie said while walking to the fax machine.

He took the blueprints off the fax machine and looked at them.

"Oh my god! Angie you gotta see it."

"What is it?" Angie said and ran to Rollie.

Posted by BECKER on Monday, 8 June 1998

'I can't believe how clever this is!" Rollie shook his head in amazement and handed the blueprints to Angie. There were the first blueprints, the blueprints to ByteComTech but there were also the blueprints to the Llywellyn house.

"Wow." Angie whistled. "You could get in and out of this place with no problems." she looked over the
blueprint for Byte Com Tech. "There's where they were hidden." she pointed to a complicated pattern
inside a room. "Frank must have blown these up."

"Yeah, but how the heck did they . . . " Rollie's eyes brightened with an Idea. "Ange, do you still have that list of names somewhere?"

"Of course Rol," she walked back to the computer, her hands flying over the keys as the names came back up and began scrolling down. "here they are."

"There!" he poked a finger at the screen and Angie stopped the scrolling. "Illyana Lywellyn. I thought I'd
read something in the paper about that last month." He straightened up and grinned triumphantly.

"Read something about what?" Angie asked, perplexed. The Llywellyn's were obscenely rich and what
either Lucinda or Illyana Llywellyn were doing on that list Angie couldn't imagine. The rest of the names
had figures beside them and Angie recognized some, she thought from criminal reports she'd seen Mira
working on.

"Illyana Llywellyn had a falling out with her parents last month after she got a job as a secretary for
ByteComTech. She's 18 so her parents really can't stop her." Rollie's eyes lit up. "Maybe she decided to get back at them and is helping Cross. . . " he trailed off.

"That doesn't sound very likely Rol, what would Cross want with a little rich snob like Illyana Llywellyn?
She wouldn't help him. And besides, how would that work against Ramazora?"

Rollie furrowed his brow.

"Maybe Cross needs money? Illyana's just a doop?"

"Could be. We need to talk to Mira and Frank." Angie grabbed the blueprints and walked towards the door. Rollie was about to follow when he heard a door slam from outside and then someone knocked on the door. Angie turned back to him and shrugged, then opened the door.

"Hello. Is Angie Ramirez here?" Illyana Llywellyn asked pleasently.

there ya go . . . yet another twist . . . .
 

Posted by Nella on Monday, 8 June 1998, at 5:48 p.m.,

Here's just a quick sentence or two addition:

Rollie couldn't believe it. He just stared at the girl for a moment before whispering, "Michelle?"

Illyana's head snapped around when she heard the name, and, seeing Rollie, she turned white as a ghost.
She mouthed the word "Rollie!"

He got up and began towards her, but before he had gone two steps she had already run out the door.

"Rollie," Angie called after him. "What's going on here? How come you called her Michelle?"

He looked up at her and said "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

-Nella

Posted by lil ol me on Wednesday, 10 June 1998, at 10:02 a.m.

Angie folded her arms against her chest "try me"

"Well...." Rollie raked his hand through his hair "I need a drink." Rollie walked over to ther refigerator and stared. "uh..."Turning around, rollie smiled then, he ducked behind the refigerator and pulled out a large bottle of whisky.

"Rollie!!" Angies mouth dropped.

"its for emergencys" rollie winked, twisted off the cap and took a large drag.

"Michelle and I were in love. I bummped into her one day...just after I set up shop here. I was so in love, so damn in love." Rollie sighed, and took another swig. "I saw my whole life in her eyes. I would do anything for her. One day." Rollie laughed "one day..only about two weeks after we met, she said that she loved me...I looked into those eyes and was lost. I threw some clothes into a bag and we eloped." Angie fell into the couch "no one knew about it....no one, not manny,not dingo, not you....no one. Everyone thought she was just some nice girl I had met." Rollie looked at the whisky bottle, turned around and
poured the contents into the sink "I'll never forget that priest. He was bald,blind....and drunk. H-he slured through the ceremony 'I nowew pownownce you wan and mife' we laughed the whole way home...her laugh." Rollie stared as the whisky dissapered down the drain..."two days later I woke up to the smell of coffee...I remember thinking that married life wasn't so bad. I couldn't wait to tell all of you. We had set up dinner for that night. I was angry though, my father would never show. Michelle and I talked for hours" Rollies voice cracked "hours, she said that we would find a way to my father...that I didn't have to worry. We made love that night, we were one." Rollie looked up,turned around and began to pace. "I walked down to coffee, and a muffin. A MUFfin. It was rasin. She had placed a note next to the coffee pot. 'My big aussie, we are out of milk and everything else. I'll be back with food. Tonight its pasta and sauce time I bring you to the Italy roots of my family. Eat,Drink,smile. Don't worry about your father. I love you, M' Rollie stopped pacing "I'll never forget that letter. She never came back. I was frantic, I called the police, I told leo...Leo" Rollie paused, memories flodding him "leo came by, I told him
everything. He looked at the letter, and ran Michelles name through...It was a false name her face though. When he looked through some photos he came up with her. Lani Joston. Michel..Lani was her real name. Feds had been after her for years. She would marry and run off with her husbands money...and never return. She didn't take my money. She just ran." Rollie coverd his eyes with his hand and sighed. "I had nearly forgotten her." Rollie looked up at angie.

"oh rollie" Angie walked over, tears in her eyes,arms opend.

Rollie stepped back. "Listen...um if you don't mind lets do these prints tomorrow. I-I've got....I" Rollie twirled around, and quickly stampped up the stairs.

Angie stared after him.

OK!! NEXT

 Posted by Peggy on Saturday, 13 June 1998, at 6:56 a.m.

Just a quick one, 'cause if I don't work on my own stories I'll have to build a bomb shelter. :-)

For a moment, Angie considered leaving Rollie alone, just like he requested. Then she decided THAT was not good for her partner and best friend. A big part of Rollie's problems came from him being left alone and SHE had no intention of allowing that to happen again. The blonde followed Rollie more slowly upstairs to the living area. She looked around for him and finally found him sprawled face down on the bed, shaking with emotion. "Rollie?"

"Ange, please... Just leave me alone. We'll talk tomorrow." Rollie said it, even though he had no intention of discussing that time with her (or anyone else) anymore. He wanted to put off the row THAT would engender as long as possible.

Angie considered Rollie's back carefully, then sat on the bed beside and rubbed his back. "Rollie..." she tried to put some humor in her voice, to make the moment easier. "Somehow I never pictured YOU as the type to rob a cradle!"

"WHAT?!?" Rollie startled by his partner's words, flipped over to look up at the beautiful blonde.

"Michelle looks like she's 18 at most! That would make her what then? 7? 8? 10 maybe?"

Rollie's face relaxed slightly and he gave a watery chuckle. "Michelle ALWAYS looked 18!" He frowned slightly. "I guess she just has one of those faces that looks perpetually young. She was always getting carded and she hated it!" He added with a grin.

Angie laughed softly. "Bet she'll fall apart one day and show every wrinkle and line."

Rollie relaxed a bit more, "Yeah, maybe."

"How old was she when you...?" Angie trailed off, uncertain.

The Aussie thought for a moment, "Twenty four, I think. God! We were both so young!" Then he pulled himself up short, getting more serious and depressed. "No, I THOUGHT Michelle was twenty four. LANI was twenty six then."

Angie squirmed, wanting to know, but afraid to ask. Rollie eyed her and brightened with a slyly knowing look. "Leo helped me get the marriage annulled... IF that's what you're wondering," Rollie told her drily.

Angie blinked, "Oh." She looked across the loft, uncertain what else to say. "Uh, I wonder why she's pretending to be Illyana Llywellyn. You'd think somebody would notice she's NOT an heiress!"

Rollie nodded and then shook his head. "Angie, this is giving me a headache, there's so many twists. I think you best lay off the moonlighting if THIS is the result!"

Angie grinned sheepishly at the admonishment. "Point taken, boss."

Rollie looked thoughtfully at nothing, considering the Gordian knot they'd found. "Okay, Lani or Michelle or Illyana... Whatever you want to call her, probably came to get the diskette. She was looking for you," he touched a finger to her nose, "not me! She was totally shocked to SEE me! I was the last person she expected to see. So... she must know what's going on..."

"Then I guess if WE want to find out more, we better find her." Angie declared.

--------- THERE! Next... *g*

Posted by Peggy on Saturday, 13 June 1998, at 7:20 a.m.

Hmm... You know there's one more discrepancy that needs clearing up. :-)

Rollie looked at Angie in consideration. He really didn't want to confront Lani or Michelle again. It still hurt too much, but the people involved in this were ready to kill, so he guessed they had to try something. No matter the pain to him. Ready to kill... "You know, I better call Angie 2 and tell her to not come by for a while. I'd hate to think of her getting caught in this mess and hurt."

Angie looked concerned, she didn't like the thought of her namesake getting hurt either. Angie 2 was a student from NYU. Rollie had agreed to accept one student for a brief work experience program from the university, especially since the original was going on a week of well-earned vacation. Angie grinned as she remembered Rollie's stunned face the first time he met the girl. Angie 2 not only shared Angie's name, but looked enough like her to be a younger sister! It was uncanny. The blonde guessed she had been just as stunned at that moment. Angie grinned to herself, remembering the confusion and mischief they'd caused on the set before Angie left to go rock climbing.

----------- There, that should take care of everything I noticed. *g*
 

Posted by Lil ol' me on Saturday, 20 June 1998, at 12:14 p.m.
 

Rollie rubbed his eyes and let out a strong sigh.

"You alright?" Angie stood up.

"Yea-yea.Just memories." Rollie flipped over, reached towards the phone and called Angie 2. "Hi, this is
Rollie...oh, I'm fine. You?.....mmhmm....nah...I was just calling to let you know that due to...uh." Rollie
looked towards angie, Angie shrugged. "There is a family emergency. I'm very sorry but we will be
closing up...untill furthter notice. I will send your last check and a written report. What?.....oh, she's
alright. Sure, one minute." Rollie tossed the phone towards angie. "Your turn" Rollie mumbled, snuggling
into the warm sheets.

Angie stared at the phone, cleared her throat and tried to smile "HI!!....oh yes, well...no I'm ok...yea. Me? Well, I'm...what? No I want to make sure everything is ok then I'm going away for awhile. Oh,
yes...absolutly! You have my e-mail. Hmmm? Oh yes...You too...bye 'sis'" Angie laughted, and hung up
the phone.

Angie stared at the rumpled form that was tossed upon the bed.

"can I get you anything Rol?" Angie frowned.

"A stiff drink."

Angie stared.

Rollie slowly turned over, and looked into angie's eyes. "Nothing ange..I'm really alright. I just want to
sleep...we'll start over tomorrow." Rollie gave a sad smile.

Angie shifed her weight from foot to foot "Well, OK...I'll bring some coffee and stuff. What time?

"7:30"

"If you need anything, call...ok Rol?"

"sure." Rollie closed his eyes.

Angie watched Rollie for a moment, turned and shut the light off and quietly moved down the stairs.
Without warning, the entire building went black. Angie froze then she felt a burning sensation enter her
chest. Angie let out a terrified, pain filled scream...and collapsed.

OK....NEXT!!!

Posted by kg on Sunday, 21 June 1998, at 5:38 p.m.

Anybody mind?

Rollie was shocked out of his reverie when the lights went out, & shocked even more when he heard a
shot, & he would've been floored when he heard Angie scream, but his instant concern prevented that. He
ducked under the counter bringing the phone with him & dialed Mira's number. "Mira!" "Hi Rollie, why are
you whispering?" "There's someone in the loft, the lights are out and I think Angie's been shot. Get over
here and bring an Ambulance with you." He hung up berfore she could answer and around to where Angie
was standing. By this time his eyes had started to adjust & he could barely make out a motionless form
that was not part of his normal decor. He crawled toward it and noticed a dark pool growing around it.
"Oh, no.." he barely squeaked out. "Angie..." She didn't respond. He reached out and touched her and
realized that the bullet hole, he guessed that that's what it was had entered right by her heart. He checked
her neck pulse and was realive to feel some semblance of life left in his friend. He ripped his shirt off and
pressed it against the wound, & stayed like that, not even noticing the familiar lights flashing through his
windows. "Oh Angie, don't you die..."
 

Posted by me!! on Monday, 22 June 1998, at 8:48 p.m.

Due to the frantic call from Mira, FDNY was there within two minutes. The EMTs informed Rollie that
she had what is called a 'sucking wound'; he had asked about a weird noise coming from the bullet hole.
Since he really didn't understand all the medical terminology, they told him bluntly that it could be a fatal
wound.

A sucking wound basically meant that too much air was going in which could cause a clot and it was deep
which also meant she was bleeding interally. Angie was pale and had IVs hooked up to her already. Her
vitals were phoned in ahead to NY Hospital because of the severity of her wound that hosptial has the best conorary dep't anywhere in the city.

Rollie was not allowed to leave the scene; he was being questioned by the first team. He couldn't
understand why if he was Angie's family he had to stay. "Sir, in 85% of shootings, the victim knows the
attacker. In 85% of those cases, the shooter *is* a member of the family. And if this turns into a
homicide.."

"HOMICIDE!!!" Rollie bellowed from his couch, "Who the hell are you that you can say this to me?? You don't know what she and I have been thru!!!"

"Rollie take it easy!!" Frank Gatti pulled him away from the investigating officer. He knew that this little
incident wouldn't endear Tyler to the Captain. They had a love-hate relationship; they loved to hate each
other. "This is not going to be easy. But you have to relax; plus Det. Maher is right about the stats. He
*has* to ask those questions. Mira, got anything?"

"Nope. Place is clean. Rollie, how could anyone get in here without either one of you noticing?! Is there
anyone that could get in here? Anyone that knows the code?"

"Yep. My ex-wife. She *just* got in town today and she showed up here; she met Angie today, too."
Seeing the utter befuddlement on his friends' faces he continued, "I promise I will tell you what you need
to know, but can I go to the hospital to see Angie?" With that, he started to leave whether or not he got
permission.

"Ex-wife? This is going to be a looong case, isn't Mira?" Frank questioned his partner.

"Looks like. Ex-wife? Who would have guessed?" And all three left to see how Angie was faring.

Next.....
 

Posted by Erin on Saturday, 27 June 1998, at 6:04 p.m.

Here's another part...

Rollie, Mira and Francis could have easily stayed at the loft and continued with the questioning from Det.
Maher as they had to wait several hours while Angie was in surgery. Finally, after the wait and an
argument with the Doctor about whether or not Rollie could be classed as family, Rollie was able to go see her. She looked so pale and vulnerable under the thick layer of bandages and all the wires and tubes that
covered her. The Doctor reported that she was in critical but stable condition, the wound was serious but
they had managed to control the bleeding and there had been no damage to her heart (the bullet had missed it by mere inches). He allowed Rollie to stay with her for a few minutes and then shooed him out.

Mira and Francis took Rollie back to the loft. The number of officers combing the loft for clues had
reduced but there were still a few there looking over some final details. Det. Maher had some information
for Rollie, and more questions.

"Well, we checked out this Illyana Llywellyn and her family. Here's a picture of Illyana - is this the woman that was here earlier today?"

Rollie looked down at the photo of the 18 year old heiress. He could see the similarity between her and
Michelle, and realised that for the few moments he saw his ex-wife earlier that day she looked more like
this girl than the woman he married several years ago. He replied, "No, that's not her. There is a very
strong similarity but I know who I saw and this is not her."

"And Ms Ramirez, did she recognise the woman that turned up today as Illyana Llywellyn?"

"Well, yeah, I think so. I mean Michelle didn't hang around for long but I think Angie has met her before
and she never said anything about Michelle not being Illyana."

"Which would indicate that Miss Llywellyn is not working at ByteComTech at all, it is this other woman
inpersonating her. The question is: Where is Miss Llywellyn?"

The three detectives and Rollie stared at each other silently. It was a good question... where was the young heiress? Was there foul play involved in her disappearance? And how was Michelle/Lani involved?

*****

Ok - who's next?
 

Posted by BECKER on Monday, 6 July 1998, at 1:49 p.m.

"Maybe we should talk to her parents?" Frank asked, looking between the others. "Hasn't she been working for ByteComTech for a month? Wouldn't her parents have noticed she was missing?"

"When she went to work she and her parents had a huge fight." Mira suplied the information. she
remembered following the story in the paper, she felt sorry for the girl. "Her Dad practically disowned her. I don't think they've even tried to contact her since."

"So now what?" Rollie asked.

"Now we check out ByteComTech and the Llywellyn's." Dt. Maher told him. "and YOU stay here." he
turned quickly and walked back out to his car.

"Keep us updated on how Angie is, okay Rollie?" Mira asked, squeezing his shoulder as she turned and
followed Dt. Maher.

"Yeah Mira. I'll do that." Rollie waved as Frank turned as well and the three detectives left. Rollie turned to look around his apartment which was now a crime scene.

"Holey Fish!" A young girl called in shock from the doorway. "Rollie what happened to your place?" he
turned quickly to see Angie2 standing with some equipment in her hands.

"Oh Angie." he walked over and put his hands on the girls shoulders. Tears sprang to his eyes as he looked at the young woman who so closely resembled his injured friend. "Angie's been shot. she's in the hospital." Angie2 nearly dropped the equipment, her eyes went wide.

"Is . . . is she gonna be ok?" Rollie took the equipment from her hands and pulled her into a quick hug.

"I sure hope so."

* * * * *

After calming Angie2 down and sending her home to the care of her room mate Caleigh, Rollie went for a
walk, wantering around downtown in a daze. What a day this had been. First missing the game with
Frank, then the studio getting shot up, then seening Michelle/Lani and Angie getting- He stopped walking
and leaned against the wall, squeezing shut his eyes. He didn't want to think about Angie now. He opened
his eyes and resumed walking.

All of a sudden Rollie saw someone very very familiar walking down the street. "Michelle!" she turned and saw him and froze.

******* Ok .. who's next?

BECKER