Posted by Lil ol' me on Tuesday, 21 July 1998,at 6:00 p.m.

Rollie stared at the woman before him. He swayed nearly grounded at therush of emotions that hit him. Michelle slowly turned and ran. Rollie yelled and dashed towards her, catching her under a small bridge, he grasped her forearm and forcefully turned her.

"ulk..." Michelle's face blanched, her body shook. Rollie heaved in great, gulping breaths, his face red...sweat stung his eyes. "Michelle" Rollie whisperd her name, his hand reached towards her cheek.

"NO!" Michelle screamed, tearing her arm from his grasp, she turned resting her forhead against the cool, stone wall."no" she mutterd under her breath. Rollie stood, in awe, in confusion, in haterd. Splaying his hand on the wall, above her head, he watched her "why?" he mutterd.

She took in a deep shuttering breath "why not?"

Rollie stood back "h-h-"

Michelle turned and looked deeply into his eyes "Why not? I could have done a lot worse you know. I thought...." she stepped towards him "I saw all your...technology. I thought that I had found it all...But now? After all these years, its time to forget...let it go. I did. I always have. Always will." She smiled.
 
Rollies eyes turned cold "You bloody.." he rand his hand across his mouth.

Michelle's smile deepend "Oh. Don't think I wasn't hurt too. I did love you. For awhile. Your energy, your enthusiasim, your passion" She laughed "even your accent. I loved it all, you were so strong and gentle. You came in like a storm, showed me all this magic." Her arms lifted "Yet it was all an illusion. Obviously you know about me. About my life? So you should know why I left." She gently lowerd her hand, caressed his chin with one, long ,index finger "You were living on a shoestring, on borrowed parts....you were not what I......needed?" Her smile increased, turning slowly too a sneer.

Rollie gritted his teeth, and clenched her wrist "I DO know what you are." his voice was like steel.

Michelle began to frown, twisting her wrist, desprate to free it, to run.

Rollie laughed, "not this time."

_____________ NEXT(please)!!

Posted by Some on Sunday, 2 August 1998, at 5:21 p.m.

When we left off, rollie had just cornerd his ex wife.
________________

Rollie reached into his back pocket, clicked open his phone and dialed for Mira.

Michelle squirmed, and let out a moan.

"Let me go!'

rollie grinned "not bloody likely"

within seconds, two police cars pulled up at the bridge, at this moment the woman that rollie was holding
became insane. Kicking, screaming and spitting she yelled out explitcis at everything around her. It took
three men to finaly cuff her at the hands and feet.

Rollie watched in horror. This was not the woman he once knew, the woman he once loved.\

Rollie was escorted to the police station where mira waited.

"Good job Tyler. Very good job." Mira watched as the woman was dragged into a holding cell. "you've just made the FBI's day" Mira gave a grim smile.

"humf." Rollie stared.

"TYLER!!"

"what?"

Mira placed her arm on rolli's shoulder "Take it easy, its in our hands now."

Rollie's face twisted "Like HELL it is" he than swiftly turned around and stalked out of the station.

_____

Alright...now I leave it to all of you!!!

Posted by nitpicker on Sunday, 2 August 1998, at 8:07 p.m.

my turn

Rollie went back to the loft to thnk about Michelle. It was hard seeing her agian; it brought back a lot of
memories for him. Both good and bad; like the day he met her and the day that he realized she was gone.
But seeing her again, touching her, holding her...it was like she never left. He knew that whatever they had between them was over,dead ok should be dead because of her leaving. But it was like maybe there was another chance, another go for the love that he thought they had all those years ago.

Sitting there in the darkened VR chamber he thought about all those years that Michelle was gone and the
life he led. Then he thought what it could have been if she was there; what could have been. "Making
myself nuts. I gotta see her, just to know. For sure." With that, he left the warehouse like the man
posessed he was. He needed to know what she felt. He needed to know why she left, what did he do,
what should he have done, what could *they* have done to make it work.

He went to the Midtown South preceint to see her. Knowing a few of the officers because of his dealings
with Leo, Frank, Mira, Ton, Tamblyn, and VanDuran, he was gained access to the booking pen to talk to
her. "Michelle? Um...hi." He felt like a clod; he just didn't know what to say or to do around her. Michelle just got up from her bunk and walked over to the cell door with a small smile. Rollie's heart did a back flip. 'Uh-oh. She is doing it again to me. I can't let her know how much she is affecting me. I won't let her affect me again. I won't' he thought to himself. But feeling her hand on his, 'Maybe just a little is ok.'

"Rollie, I'm glad you came back to see me. I was afraid that what I said would make you hate me. I never wanted that, really. I left because I knew that I wasn't right for you. That you needed someone stronger,
smarter. I just...just loved you so much. That's why I left." She turned away so he wouldn't see her tears.

"It's ok, Michelle. I..." He went to discuss with her how he felt and that he wasn't mad at her for leaving.
Rollie stayed with her through the night telling her and and the officers on duty that it was to make sure
that she was ok, since it was her first time ever in jail.

"Sir, I'm sorry. But we have to take her downstairs for printing and picutures. After that, you might be
able to see her. I can see if I can find Dets. Sanchez or Gatti for you" one of the desk sargents told him
later that morning. She was held overnight before being arrainged. Looking up the sargenant added, "Speak of the devil."

Rollie glanced in the officer's direction, seeing Mira coming down like a hawk at him. "TYLER!!!" Mira
bellowed from across the station. "Where the hell have you been!!??! I have been everywhere looking for
you!! Hey, HEY!! Are you understanding me?? Why are you here?"

"Just talking to Michelle. I needed to know a few things."

"Yeah, you're right there."

"What is your problem? No, never mind. Tell me later. I want to go downstairs to see if she is ok."

"Who?"

"Mira, what?? Who else? Michelle."

"I don't think so." Noticing the glare in his eyes, "We are charging her with murder. So, unless you are her lawyer. NO WAY!"

"Murder? Are you sure?? WHO??!?" Rollie was in a panic and it showed in his voice.

"The person you should have been worried about. Angela Ramirez. That is who your wife murdered. Yeah, you're right Michelle is going to need you. Angie doesn't anymore...she did a few hours ago. But we couldn't find you. I'm sure that dying alone is no problem for her." Mira left Rollie alone; the tears had been streaming down her face.

"Angie?? Mira, there has to be a mistake....Mira, MIRA!!!!"
 
 

Posted by Peggy on Monday, 3 August 1998, at 2:57 a.m.

Rollie Tyler left the precinct in a daze, unable to believe Angie, beautiful, vital, ALIVE Angie was DEAD!
Had Michelle killed her? He found that hard to believe, but if it was so... Oh God! WHY?!? WHY!?! Why had this happened?!? It should have been HIM, NOT ANGIE!!!! The upset Australian never noticed the car prowling behind him, trailing him as he wandered the city, lost and alone.

****

An hour later, Francis came over to Mira's desk and placed a cup of coffee next to her. "Here, you look
like you need this." He paused and looked closely at his partner. "Actually, you look like you need
something stronger. Close call, huh? So, what are you doing?"

"Booking MICHELLE for murder," Mira responded viciously, the tears over. Angie was gone and they
never helped.

Frank blinked, a trifle startled. Uh oh... "Um, Mira... Mira, that's... that's a bit pre-mature if you mean
Angie..."

"What?" Mira looked up at her partner. "What do you mean? Angie's dead! Michelle SHOT her and Tyler! TYLER..."

"Mira, guess you didn't get the news. Angie's still alive! They brought her back! She's alive and she's still
fighting!"

------

Does that help? Next part...

Posted by Tony on Monday, 3 August 1998, at 6:39 a.m.

my turn....

Angie lay in the hospital bed in the intensive care unit. She was hooked into all sorts of machines
monitoring her vitals, keeping her alive. The soft blip of her heartrate was strong, though.

The doctors had had to work on her for a long time. They had defibrulated her four times, and had lost
her twice on the table. The bullet had entered between the third and fourth rib on her rib cage, just missed her heart, and exited out of her back. She was incredibly fortunate, but had lost far too much blood. The
fact that she was alive was a miracle.

All of these things the doctor had told Mira Sanchez, as she sat staring at her young friend. She had
jumped to the conclusion that she was dead, after seeing her brought in, bloody, pale, the doctors having
no hope. She was flatlined. She was dead. And yet she had returned, somehow, through some force of
will Mira would never understand. If only Rollie Tyler were here, if only she could let him know.

* * *

Rollie stared forlornly out across the water. He was standing on a bridge, feeling the wind whip through
his hair, and thinking about his wife, and his best friend, and how one had killed the other. Angie didn't
deserve it. He had brought it on her. He didn't deserve her partnership, he didn't deserve life.

A flash came into Rollie's mind of a movie..."It's a Wonderful Life"...finally came into his head. He almost smiled. Not his life. Not anymore. He stared down into the black churning water. It looked like the
gateway to death, the finally unforgiving end to Rollie's mundane existance. A fitting end, a reckoning, a
punishment for letting Angie die.

And so Rollie Tyler slowly bent over the edge of rail. He leaned further and further over until his feet
began to dangle, and then he slowly let his fingers begin to slip off the rail....

(next part)

Posted by lil ol' me on Monday, 3 August 1998, at 6:55 p.m.

And so Rollie Tyler slowly bent over the edge of rail. He leaned further and further over until his feet
began to dangle, and then he slowly let his fingers begin to slip off the rail....

________________

The water engufled him, blackness surged in him. Rollie took one gasping breath, whispering the name of
the one he truly loved, the one he had ultimtly destroyed.

Devon Horton watched as the sun finally set

"COME on, morty. MORTY!!" he pulled at the leash staring at the dog who was fully engrosed in reading the large maple tree. "Morty, you've finished off about thirty already Come ON!!" with one final, swift
tug, devon pulled the dog and continued up the bridge. Slowy, a sense of dread filled him. Something was
wrong, something was deathly wrong. He looked around him...and blanched, he dropped the leash and ran to the edge of the high bridge, there, below him was the thrashing body of a drowing man.

Alright people...your turn
 

Posted by Nancy on Sunday, 16 August 1998, at 10:06 a.m.
 
 

Hi, I just read the current Round Robin and hadn't seen anything else on the forum and thought I tried my hand on this. This is my first try and welcome any constructive criticism.

Round Robin Posted by NANCY on Sunday, August 16, 1998 at pm

Rollie was thrashing around in the water, when suddenly two men in a boat pulled him out of the water.
They wrapped Rollie in a blanket without saying a word. The men quickly drove the boat to a quiet part
of the port.

Devon Horton and his dog, Morty, saw the the whole thing and assumed the drowning man was taken to
the hospital.

Rollie was taken to a large estate instead. He was only slightly aware of his surrounding. His mind was on
Angie...the person in which he took for granted...the person he alway though would be with him
always...the person he let died.

Rollie was dragged into a large dark room. It looked like a library and an older man pointed to a couch in
front of the fireplace. It felt warm as he felt a glass placed in his hand. The older man said, "Here, drink
this."

Rollie just looked at the drink and said, "Where am I?" Then he looked at the older man as he sat across
from Rollie.

"My name is Llywellyn and I need your help in finding my daughter." said the older man.

How's that for my first try.

Nancy
 

Posted by abby on Sunday, 16 August 1998, at 2:05 p.m.

My turn...

"Excuse me?" Rollie thought he had heard wrong. The man did look old enough to have a daughter or two but if this is THE Llwellyn, he could be her grandfather.

"I need you Mr. Tyler to help me. My daughter has disappeared and I have used the police, PIs all to no
avail. One of your 'friends' in the police department told me that you sometimes help them. I would pay
you handsomely. She is the most important person in the world for me; I don't know what I am going to
do if I lose her." The older man just sat in one of his leather backed chairs and stared at Rollie. He did
look upset, like he had been crying but then his words hit Rollie. 'Most important person...lose her."

"Llewllyn...I can't. Sorry. I know that you are missing your daughter but I am going thru a really bad time
myself. Seems the only person in the world that mattered to me, I just lost... Let's just say I can
understand what you are feeling right now. It's too hard to think about, ok?" This conversation was
making Rollie uneasy; he had to deal with the fact that Angie was dead and the person who killed her was
the person that he was married to. He was with Michelle the night Angie died...not with Angie. Jumping
up from the impact of that realization, "I would like to go home now. Thank you and your people for
helping me.

"Mr. Tyler, before you go, you might want to hear how Michelle is involved in this. That is her name?
The one that means more to you than anyone else? You were the only visitor of hers while she was in the
holding pen, you got her an attorney. I would assume that this is the woman you were talking about. As
for that one that she killed, don't worry about it. It's being taken care of; all mistakes are being wiped
clean. In fact, after you find my little girl, you and Michelle can start over again. No one will ever know
about Michelle's 'little error'" the old man's smile reminded Rollie of a snake just waiting for its victim to
enter the trap

"WHAT!? 'Little error'!? She killed someone and how the hell do you know about Michelle?"

"She is not my daughter but my neice. Always drifting this way and that, mostly to aggravate me. But she
has come back to the family and we are going to take her back, faults and all." Llewllyn rose from his
chair and turned to leave. "One more thing, you can't leave here until my girl is found. Then you can see
Michelle. Understood."

Rollie could only watch the man leave; 'I am a prisoner here. Michelle's uncle..can't believe it.' Dropping
into the chair that llewllyn just vacated, his mind turned to Angie; Llewllyn thought Michelle was the
person he was talking about. 'Bet Angie felt the same way when she died...alone'. The for the first time in
a very long time, Rollie cried. Crying just like the day his mother died.

Next

Posted by BECKER on Monday, 17 August 1998, at 4:39 p.m.

I have to add to this. Plus a personal note. (I created the Llywellyn's for a story of my own and this is
dead on Mr. Samuel Llywellyn. I can't believe how well you described someone I've only imagined.)

Ok, here's the next part of the story.

Mira sat in the precinct with her head in her hands. She couldn't believe what was going on. Angie was
dead, then Angie wasn't dead, then Rollie was here then Rollie was gone. Things were more confusing
than they'd ever been. Frank was yelling into the telephone beside her and VanDuren was barking at
everyone. Mira felt like she was going to snap. She figured that maybe there was one person there who
would know where Rollie could have gone. Now if only that person would tell her. She got up and walked to the holding cell where Michell was pacing before the bars.

"Where would he have gone?" She bluntly asked the young woman.

"I don't know. To cry to that Angie woman probably." she scoffed. She sounded hurt and it pleased Mira
to no end. 'After all you've done to my friends you should feel hurt' Mira thought to herself. But such
thoughts would not heal Angie and they would not find Rollie.

"You honestly don't know?" Mira asked, pressing Michelle for answers.

"I honestly don't know. We may have been hot but hell, it didn't last too long." Michelle grinned at this
and turned away from the Detective. "Didn't I hear you say that Angie died?" Michelle paused as she
walked away. "Maybe he's gone to join her." she said reflectively. Mira Froze. Rollie hadn't been thinking
straight when she'd goofed and told him Angie was dead. She felt really bad for messing up like that.
According to Frank and Angie he'd never really gotten over McCarthy's death, maybe Michelle was right.
'Oh Lord' she thought to herself, mind racing. 'I've got to find him.' She rushed out of the precinct
quickly, brushing against a familier looking young woman on the way out. Though she didn't register it at
the time, the woman looked amazingly similar to Michelle.

* * *

Frank watched in confusion as MIra's angry exspression changed to one of shock, then horr and along
with the changes in exspression her pace had quickened until she'd bolted out the precinct. He to felt the
girl who Mira shoved past looked familier but didn't register it either until the girl paused and began to
search faces in the precinct finally settleing on VanDuren. She looked like she'd been raised on money, all
her sandwitches were probably too good for even the upper crust. She daintily picked her way to the
captain and as he began to brush her off Frank recognized her.

"MIss Llywellyn!" He rushed over. "You're Illyana Llywellyn arn't you?" She nodded quickly.

"Yes." her voice was calm and quiet. "But please keep it down, there are people after me." Frank's eyes
went wide. This case was getting more and more complicated.

"What people are after you?" The captain asked, interested now that he knew this girl was involved with
his most confusing case.

"Well, the people that Michelle work for are after me because I'm rather blowing her cover." she held up
one finger. "And my parents are trying to make me come back home and be a stuffed animal or postcard
child, which I'm sick of being." she held up another finger.

"Why are you here?" Frank asked in confusion. If this girl had been hiding for a month already why
wouldn't she keep doing it.

"Because I'm pretty sure that my parents have accosted Mr Tyler to . . .retrieve me. They know of his
previous relationship with my cousin. And I know how to get him back."

There you guys go. Whose next?

Unity

BECKER
 

Posted by Some on Monday, 17 August 1998, at 6:06 p.m.

Rollie rolled the glass between his hands, watching as the amber glow reflected off the wall. He let out a
long shuttering, sigh and closed his eyes. How had it gotten to this point? Why couldn't he protect her.
Rollie took one final swig from the glass and laid his head down. How could he have let her die? All for
one woman, one person that was barely an infatuation. A log let out a snap, shaking rollie awake. He
stared at the flames...Why should he help this man, why should he care? He had been told, that if he
didn't help..he would be imprisoned here, more likely even killed. As he stood up, he made his decison.
Rollie stared at the glass in his hand and threw it focebly into the flames. Suddenly the door opend

"I don't take kindly to those who destroy my property." Llywellyn glared at Rollie.

Rollie mutterd and glared back.

"So, Mr.Tyler, You ARE going to help." Llywellyn smiled.

Rollie stood straight, smiled back and let out a laugh "No." Rollie turned back to the flames, a smile
warming his face as Llywellyn glared even harder.

Nxt

Posted by nitpicker on Monday, 17 August 1998, at 8:30 p.m.

This is getting fun...

"What do you mean by no?" Llewllyn did not look pleased by the thought that Rollie by actually be
defying him. He, Llewllyn who has amassed a fortune in the newspaper business, was going to be stopped by some 'movie' person. Who did he think he was?? "Mr. Tyler, if I were you, I would think very hard
about what you are saying. Saying no to me could cost you something very important. I'll give you one
more chance. Now, will you help me to find my daughter?"

"I don't get it; why do you want me?? I mean after all, I am one of the things that made Michelle walk
away from the family. Why do you need me?? Hire someone, someone that will actually give a damn!!
Because that person is not me." Rollie just plopped himself into the big chair, almost hoping that Llewlyn
would start something...anything. "So, before I answer yes or no, I want to know the answer to that and
what could be so bloody important that I have that you could possibly take away. I thought it was already
gone."

"Fair enough, I suppose. I am a business man just like you are, but my deals are much more importatnt"
he added as he sat down in the opposite chair that faced Rollie, "I want you because I have heard that you can get things done and done right. You are a man of honor and are always true to your word. I need
someone like that; I need someone who can't be bought or someone that will steal from me. My daughter
is the most important thing in the world to me....I miss her." He just kept looking into the fire as if the
answers to all his troubles were there.

Rollie began to fidget; this is not how he meant for it to go. He wanted a row with him, he wanted to
scream and yell...Rollie needed to vent his frustrations. But is the girl was truly missing maybe he should
help....Angie's right, I'll help anyone. his guilty mind reminded him. "OK, I'll do it but under one
condition...I get her my way no help from any of your people. Second, no police until I say so. If I get her and she is not in the condition that you would like...nothing happens to me or anyone that may help me.
Llewllyn, you screw with me on this and you will know first hand about how I can do things and not get
caught at it. Deal?" Rollie was tired of people always demanding how things are to be done. No more;
everything was on his turf, how he wanted it done and when.

"Mr. Tyler, you are a good business man. You have yourself deal." He got to leave the room. "I'll get you
some more information that I have gathered in my search for her."

"Llewllyn, you are forgetting something. What was the item that is so important to me."

"Like i said, good business man. The one that you thought was lost to you; you had that look about you
when I brought you in here earlier. Well, anyway...she isn't lost to you at all, Mr. Tyler. In fact, she is
very much yours.

"What!?" Rollie went numb; he couldn't breathe right or feel his heart. "Are you telling me that she...she
is...?"

"Yes, I am. Michelle is still your wife. The divorce was never legal."
 
 

Posted by Lil'ol me on Saturday, 22 August 1998, at 2:19 p.m.

I've decided to post the continuation here...before it is shoved off the page.If you want to read previous
posts look waaaaaaaaaay below

_______________________\
 

Mira ran. She burst through the doors of his shop, yelling his name. Images of his lying face down in his
bathroom, coverd with blood refused to leave her...Mira tore open his bathroom door, ready for the
worst, it was empty. She countinued to scream his name, covering his shop from top to bottom. She
paused , breathing heavily. Her mind raced through all the places he could be. A look of understanding,
then fear crossed her face. Mira nearly tripped as she left the shop at breakneck speed. Faces of surprize
flicked past her. Mira headed to the park where michelle had been accousted, and stopped at the base of a long bridge. Sweat stung her eyes, she bent down, clutching her knees, taking in great hitching breaths.
Rubbing her hand across her eyes, she looked up and trotted towards the top of the bridge. From there,
she could see most of the park, she scanned the grounds quickly, hoping to see him...so she could tell him, before something drastic happend. She stopped, mid-thought and looked down ito the depths of the still
water. "ROLLLLLLLLLIE!!" she screamed his name, terror filling her every pore, there floating in the
murky depths was his P.D.A. Mira stripped off her blazer and her shoes. She scrambled up the railing and leaned over when suddenly......

Ok, that should give you all something to do!!
 

Posted by Eileen on Saturday, 22 August 1998, at 6:27 p.m.

Ok...going to give this a shot!! (no pun intended!)

When suddenly she heard, "HEY!! Hey, lady!!" She turned around to see an older man and a scraggily
kept dog coming towards her;Mira tried to pay attention to the man but also she cared about was the fact
that her friend may not be alive. He may very well be in the cold waters of the East River; she couldn't
believe that he walked from NY Hospital, 72 St and First Ave, to the river!! 'If he's been down there long,
I maybe too late!'she thought to herself before she was interrupted. "Lady!! What the hell is wrong with
you!? God, that is two of you today!! If youse ('he's from Brooklyn' Mira noted) don't care about
yourself, fine go and do it at home, but at least remember that there are more people to the city than just
you!! Ya think I wanna see this AGAIN!?"

"Again? You mean you saw someone jump from here earlier?! WHO?" Seeing the look of pure
annoyance on his face, she addedm "I'm a cop!"

"Let's see some ID." Taking her departmenal ID and compared it with the face in front of him. After a
few moments, he returned being fully satisfied that she was NYPD.

"I was told that someone jumped here, someone that I might know!" Mira shivered, whether from the
cold wind wipping around York Ave or the thought of what could be, she couldn't very well tell.

"Yeah, some guy about an hour or so ago..."

"Did he look like this?" with that she pulled out a picture of her, Francis, Rollie and Angie,that was taken
at Francis' last birthday party, and pointed to Rollie. She watched the man study the picture as if he wasn't sure...

"Yep, that's him; jumped right where you were going to."

"Why did you stop me!? If he did jump then..."

"Oh, he jumped all right but then someone else pulled him out. I guess they took him to the hospital."

"I'm sorry about snapping at you, Mr...?"

"Horton, Devon Horton and this here is Morty." Morty promptly barked to let Mira know that he was
there too.

"Mr. Horton, could you come back with me to the preceint; I may need your help in trying to find my
friend."

"Whaddya say Morty? Should we help the pretty lady cop?" Morty thought about it and then barked
affirmative; at least Mira hoped it was an affirmative. "OK, we'll go. Hope you got some nice donuts and
coffee down there."

"Yes, we do." But all she think about was that her friend, Rollie Tyler, was missing yet again. And he
didn't know about Angie yet.....
 

Posted by Peggy on Saturday, 22 August 1998, at 7:21 p.m.

Rollie stared at Llywellyn with disgust. "You don't have a clue. I won't help you." Those were the last
words he said. He didn't say a word when the old man yelled at him in fury. He didn't speak when two
men came and dragged him to the basement. He didn't say anything as the man known as Max Cross
watched him being beaten. All Rollie Tyler thought as he felt the fists pummelling his body was that he
deserved every single blow. He welcomed them. After all, he'd let Angie die. The pain they inflicted didn't come close to the pain in his heart.

* * * *

Mira dragged Mister Horton to her desk and asked him to describe the men who'd rescued Rollie.
Vanduran glanced at her desk and looked disgusted when he saw Mortie. Fortunately, he didn't come
over. She couldn't afford for this witness to be alienated. Sanchez went and got some donuts and coffee
since that seemed to be what he wanted. She hung on to his words. One of the descriptions sounded
familiar, so she left him feeding his little dog bits of donuts to get some mug shots.

Mira placed the mug book in front of Devon Horton. "Do any of these look like either of the men?" She
waved a hand in a motion for silence to Frank Gatti when he came over to her desk.

Horton turned a couple of pages, examining the pictures thoughtfully. He paused and his finger touched
one. "This one."

"Louie Meyers." Mira whispered as she stared at the mug shot.

"Meyers works for Cross." Frank spoke, puzzled. Now what?

"Then Max Cross has Rollie." Mira told him, deeply worried.

"WHAT?!?"

* * * * * *

The men left Rollie cuffed to some water pipes, barely conscious from the beating he received. A few
moments later, he stirred and his eyes slitted open. Seeing he was alone, he made some slight movements
and a few seconds later, he had the cuffs open. Fools, part of him thought, even as he turned to examine
the room. Rollie Tyler didn't know what was going on, but he was determined to find out. It was the only
way to give any meaning to Angie's untimely death. Llywellyn and Cross were deeply involved. They
would pay.

Posted by nitpicker on Saturday, 22 August 1998, at 8:07 p.m.

I like this!!! :)

"MIRA!! Mira Sanchez, don't think that you can hide from me!!" came the shrill, high pitched voice from
the hallway.

"Just great! This is all I need now!!" Mira then uttered a curse in Spanish; she looked up to see Frank's
eyebrows raised. "What?"

"Italian is close to Spanish, you keep forgetting that. I may not all of it, but I can damn come close to it.
Leave, Lucinda alone. She is good people." Frank had turned around to see Lucinda Scott barreling down
on them; he hadn't seen her since Leo's funeral six months ago. But he knew that her and Angie were still
tight even though she was on the West Coast trying to make it big. "Luce, hey how are you?? Nice to see
you again!" The two hugged like the old friends that they were.

"Frank, I am soooo worried. I was supposed to meet Angie at her place tonight, but she wasn't there and
the most logical place after that was Rollie's. But when I went there...." that is when she started to cry.
Not the small tears, nope Ms Scott gave one of her greatest performances ever...but it wasn't an act. She
was really hurt byt the fact that her friends were missing and the mess that was at the loft. "By the time I
got there, the officers told me that Angie was shot and Rollie was here with you two. Where is he? Is
Angie ok? Can I see her? When did this happend? Francis, please...I couldn't take another one of my
friends not making it; I can't do another funeral...I can't."

To which Mira, just rolled her eyes. Francis warned her with his all the while just patting Luce on the
back to comfort her. He knew exactly what she was going thru; he was thinking those exact thoughts.
Once was enough this year, twice would be harder on the remaining friends. "Luce, Angie is still in ICU;
no one is allowed to see her. Only family..." he stopped for a moment so she could catch her breath,"but
since she doesn't have any, none of us can go in."

"What do you mean no family? Of course she has a family....it's Rollie. OK, they are a weird family
but...why are you looking at me like that? Oh,no...no,you are NOT going to tell me that soemthing has
happened to him too?!" She started her tears again, execpt this time they were accompined by sobs...loud
ones, REALLY LOUD.

"God, do you have to be so dramatic all the time!?" Mira had had it with her; every time she saw this
woamn her nerves were shot in minutes. 'What the hell do Rollie and Angie see in her that they think she
is a good friend? I think she is nuts!' but Mira was wise enough to keep that opionion to herself.

"Oh shut up!! I came all the way here..." but before a donnybrook could start, the captain came in and
made the two women separate. The only way that they did was under the threat of each of them doing
time in the holding pen; no matter what their job was, which was pointed remark made on Mira's behalf.
Once they were queited, VanDuren went back to his office complaining of a headache named 'Tyler.' His
assistant just smiled and brought in the Mylanta before asked for it; turns out any case that drove him to
the point of the ulcer/headache mode was named Tyler.

"Luce, Rollie is missing. We think that we know where he may be. A witness just showed us who might
have pulled him out of the river."

"River!?!?! Frank, what do you mean river? What witness? I think I am going to faint..." Francis sat her
down before she fel down and went to get her some water. He dragged Mira with him so no fight took
place.

It was at that moment that Devon decided to say hi to Lucinda; she had been placed in the desk next to
Mira's. "I'm Devon and this here's Morty. Say hi to the lady." But the dog just wagged his tail. Luce just
smiled at him and the dog. "I'm the witness that saw your friend jump in the river; like I told those cops
earlier, he got pulled out. So, he's ok."

"Really? You saw Rollie? He's ok? Who pulled him out?"

"Him." Devon just pointed to the picture of Louie Myers. She looked at the picture than at Devon. "Are
you sure it's him that you saw? Really sure?"

Frank came back,with water in his hands, just in time to hear Luce question the old man. "Luce, what's
wrong? Why are you asking that?"

"Weeelll...I know Louie Myers. I'm getting married to his brother; I was going to tell Angie tonight."

Posted by Peggy on Sunday, 23 August 1998, at 11:48 a.m.

Chick?!? *sigh* Oh welp, here's more...

---------------

"You're getting married?!?" Francis looked like Lucinda had grown a second head. Married? Lucinda
'EVERYTHING for her career' Scott married?!? It didn't make sense! Rollie married made more sense,
even if it was that bad news, Loni "Michelle" Joston.

"Well, yeah, to Scott Meyers." Lucinda sighed dreamily, "he's soooo handsome and soooo strong. And
what's more, he believes in me! He understands perfectly about my career and will back me one hundred
percent."

"Yeah, well, his brother Louie works for a big crime boss named Max Cross," Mira growled, "who is
heavily involved in whatever this mess is that got Angie SHOT!"

Luce sobbed slightly at that, "I don't understand."

"Neither do we, but Illyana told me some things while you were trying to find Rollie, Mira."

"What, Frank? Does it make sense out of this... this disaster?" Mira waved her hand around the piles of
paper on her desk. Computer print outs from the diskette, the maps and diagrams that had been buried
within the data, Joston's arrest record, Llywellyn's financials, files of the activities Cross was believed
involved in. It made quite a mess out of her normally neat desk.

"For one thing, her father is in some sort of deal with Cross."

"Llywellyn and Max Cross?!?"

Francis nodded, "Yeah, and get this, Loni 'Michelle' Joston is really her cousin, Michelle Grauman."

"What?!?" Mira's eyes bugged out at the thought. The Graumans were almost as rich as Llywellyn. The
thought of that... that con artist being related to them was ridiculous!

"Yep, her family covers up her activities as much as possible. It's also why Joston got away with so
much."

Devon Horton was peering curiously at the printouts. He spotted something. "Hey! Pretty lady, isn't that
your name?" He asked curiously.

Lucinda sniffed and swiveled around to look where he pointed. "Yeah. What's my name doing here?"

"Good question. We don't know the answers."

"Yeah, well, first things first, we've got to get Rollie back." Frank said firmly, dragging the conversation
back to what was important. "Ms. Llewlyn says he'll probably be at her father's estate. I say we go get
him and then worry about the rest."

"Oh yeah, like Llewlyn will let us just waltz up and take him back."

Frank glared at Mira, he was getting very tired of this. Why didn't she HELP?

Mira winced slightly at the glare, "Okay, we get him back. Anybody got any ideas how?"

Lucinda waved her hands. "Oh, I can do it! Let me help." Seeing Mira's disbelief, she responded
defensively, "I can, Detective Sanchez. I'm very good at what I do and I want to help Rollie, even if YOU don't!"

Mira, furious, narrowed her eyes, then took a deep breath. She knew the guilt she was feeling was getting
in the way. They were all on the same side. If she kept repeating that often enough, maybe they would all
survive. "Okay, what do we do?"

* * * * * *

Rollie moaned slightly as he hobbled to the door. The windows were small and barred. He couldn't get out that way. Besides, he had a feeling the answers lay inside the house and that was what he wanted. He
checked the door's lock, and looking around, found some rusty wire. Breaking off a piece, he carefully
picked the lock and eased the door open. A quick check showed no one around.

Moving stiffly, he crept through the hallway toward the stairs. Peeking curiously in one of the side rooms,
the Aussie saw a jumpsuit, the type a maintenance worker might wear. There was a tool box there as well. He quickly removed his damp clothes and shrugged it on. It wasn't much of a disguise, but it was the best
he could do at the moment. He hid his longer hair up under a cap and picked up the tool kit. Good thing
they hadn't punched him in the face, all of the bruises were hidden by the coveralls. All he had to do was
move normally and try to be inconspicuous. He grimaced, but forced himself to move beyond the pain.
Rollie Tyler climbed the steps up into the house.

Trying to move naturally, Rollie walked calmly past two men polishing some silverware. One of the men
looked up. "Finally going to fix that lamp in the study, are we?" His voice was a sneer.

Rollie grunted an acknowledgement. He tried to keep the men from seeing his heart leap into his throat.
He deepened his voice and roughed out his accent with a Jersey one. "Yeah, which way is it? I always get
turned around, place is too big."

The man looked disgusted as he pointed the way and gave directions. "Out that door and to your left,
three doors down on the right."

Rollie nodded his thanks and hurried off. Out of sight, he took a deep breath and stiffled his groan at the
pain. Damn, that hurt! The study sounded like a good place to look for answers, so he followed the
directions. He touched the doorknob and found it locked. The Aussie glanced swiftly up and down the
hall, looking for observers. Seeing no one around, he swiftly went to work on the lock with the rusty wire. A few seconds and the door opened. He slipped inside. The special effects expert established which was
the broken lamp, swiftly took it apart and laid out some tools. There, this way if any one came in, he
could work on the lamp. Hopefully, it would look like he belonged here.

The brown haired man paused and looked around the room. Money seemed to ooze out of every corner.
It should have been elegant and expensive, instead it made his skin crawl. He began searching for
something to show what was going on and why Angie was killed. A check of the top of the line personal
computer showed the files were secured with passwords. He made a couple of guesses but couldn't get
into them. He couldn't even copy them to a jaz cartridge for trying to access them later. With a sigh, Rollie turned to the desk and searched the drawers. Nothing, not even a stray diskette or file. Finally, he found
the safe hidden behind what looked like an original Monet. Briefly wishing for his PDA, he pressed one
ear to the side and tried to crack it open. At least it wasn't an electronic one. He might stand a chance
getting in. It took over ten minutes for him to get the door to open under his touch. Jackpot! Rollie eagerly pulled out the file folders and jaz cartridges. He ignored the large sums of cash and the jewels.

Rollie spread his booty out on the desk. He quickly pocketed the cartridges. His eyes turned to the files
and he started reading. His body tensed with rage as he read more of the files and papers. THIS was why
Angie had died?!?

The door burst opened and Rollie's head jerked up. He stared with cold anger at Llywellyn and Cross.
Ignoring the gun Cross aimed at him, Tyler stalked toward the older man. "THIS?!? This is what's going
on? WHY? YOU have money, YOU have power. Why did you do this? WHY, DAMN YOU?!?" Rollie's hands reached out to shake the man, to choke him, to wipe the cool, clinical look from his face.

"Too bad you saw that Mister Tyler. Now, you'll have to disappear." Samuel Llywellyn calmly gestured to his partner. "Max, you know what to do."

"My pleasure, Sam." Max Cross smiled and pulled the trigger.

Rollie's body jerked as the bullet hit him and he fell in slow motion, his hands still reaching for Llywellyn.
Fire filled his chest, even as cold took his limbs away from him.

The last thing he heard before the blackness claimed him were the crime boss's gloating words. "It's fitting for you to die by the same gun that shot that busybody, Ramirez."
 

Posted by nitpicker on Sunday, 23 August 1998, at 12:53 p.m.

VanDuren came out of his office like a man possesed; right here in the middle of his precient was a fight!!
To top it all off, it was one of his officers and a civilian. "SANCHEZ!!! Gatti, get her, that woman, the
witness and yourself in here PDQ!!" Morty growled at the captian before he added,"might as well bring
the mutt too"

Francis had gotten the involved parties inside his captain's office as directed. But that didn't stop the
yelling, the glares and the growling by Morty. Francis did his best to calm the two women down, but he
had as much luck as he did trying to get his girls to listen to him when it was bedtime. Thinking like a dad
and not as a cop he bellowed, "Not one more sound, I mean it or the next one that does make a sound
gets it!!!" The room went quiet...even Morty. Luce had a look of hurt on her face; Mira looked mad and
annoyed; Devon looked..looked just there; Morty looked bored; VanDuren looked like a captain who had
a fight in his office. "Sorry, Captain. It works with the girls"

"Don't say another word..any of you. How come whenever Tyler is involved, my preceint falls to pieces!? I want to know what the HELL is going on, right now!! I know that this is Ms Scott, this is Devon
Horton, and that (with a disdainful look) is Morty. Just tell me how are they all connected to Tyler?" It
was more of a beg than anything else. He sat down at his desk while Mira and Francis alternated telling
the story. When it came to the Rollie's jumping, Devon told his side of the tale. All Luce could do was just listen and cry, but not too loudly because of the look VanDuren gave her. By the time the tale was over,
he just sat at his desk, not moving. "How did Tyler find out about Ramirez?"

"I told him, Captain." Mira answred softly.

"I knew that; just wondering if you would own up to it. Michelle or whatever her name is told me. Don't
look so suprirsed; I am a cop too. I was one before the two of you were. Have the two of you thought
about interviewing both Michelle and Ilyana? That way we can see if this is true or there is a plot against
one of them. I want that done first. Then I want a print check, hera me out SANCHEZ! and don't you
dare think of interrupting me, I have a feeling there is more to this than just a 'family squabble'. I want
detailed information on both families, names, birthdates, anniversaries, etc. Also want to know who if any
of them have a record, is there a debt not paid, is there a merger..we need details! We need them now; so
I am giving the two of you help. You are getting 1 undercover and 3 uniforms. No questions at all. If you
do have one, go to the complaint office: One Police Plaza and ask the commisoner for help.

"Sir," Mira had the smarts to be humble in his office,"Rollie is missing and we think that Llwellyn may
have him. Ilyana said she might know where he is..."

"So, instead of talking to her, you Det Sanchez, and I am using the term 'dectective' loosely, pick a fight
with Ms Scott, who shares some of that responsiblity. You, Sanchez, will talk to Ilyana and Gatti will talk
to Michelle. Mr Horton, I would like you to please one of my other officers outside. You will take them to where you saw Mr Tyler jump and then if you can describe to him what happened to the best of your
recollection. Ok, move!"

"What about Tyler, Captain? We just can't leave him; he's helped us before. We have to return the favor." Francis looked at VanDuren.

"I know; that is where I am going. I'm offering Llwellyn an offer he can't refuse. I'll let him know that I
have both girls and that there is a price for them; I want the truth about Tyler." VanDuren took complete
control over the situation; bad enough that he had the families fighting with him, he certainly didn't need
his people fighting him too. He grabbed his jacket and barked orders to the rest of the squad room.

"WAIT!! What about me?" Lucinda stood there like a little child who hadn't been picked for a team duing
recess.

"Captain, she knows the Myers; she might be able to identify Louie if he is there." Francis put in for his
friend. Seeing VanDuren motion for her to come with him, she giggled and trotted off with his driver with
the orders of waiting for him in the garage. "Captain...I know that finding Rollie is really important here,
but what about the ones that shot Angie? Did we get anything? Have you heard anything?"

"Well, from Michelle, I did. Walk with me both of you to the garage. She said the hit,and it was a hit, was for Ramierz only. She won't tell me who did or why. Gatti get that information and Sanchez see if Ilyana
knows anything related to this. By the way, Ms Ramirez slipped into a coma about an hour ago; the
doctors say it's too much for her system. We have to find Tyler for only one reason I can think of. It will
be hell to tell that while he was jumping into rivers she was alive and did need him. If he is this distrought
now, I don't want to be there later. Get that information." Then the doors to the garaged closed.
 

Posted by BECKER on Monday, 24 August 1998, at 3:45 p.m.

Well, since I created her I feel obligated to do the part about Illyana.

Mira stormed back to her desk and began looking for Illyana Llywellyn. She realized that the girl must
look like Michelle but she'd never actually seen her. She scanned the main room and saw no one who
looked . . well . .. rich. Yelling attracted her attention back towards the holding calls.

"It is not my fault!" A young woman yelled at Michelle. "You and the rest of our screwed up family
deserve what's coming!" Mira walked up as Michelle started yelling back at her cousin.

"You little Brat!" Michelle spat at the younger girl. "Baby of the family, always getting what you wanted.
Your father spoiled you and I can't wait to see you when you get him arrested and all that money of yours is gone!"

"I don't care about the money! Mike and I are getting married and we'll be fine on your own!" Illyana had
tears brimming in her eyes as she yelled back to Michelle.

"STOP IT!" Mira yelled at both of the girls. She turned to Illyana. "Why are you letting her bother you?"
She turned Illyana away from the holding cell and led her to an interigation room.

"Where are you taking me?" Illyana asked Mira with a wavering voice. Mira tried desperately not to bite
this girl's head off for being such a wimp.

"My name is Mira Sanchez and I'm a detective, I'm taking you to an interigation room to talk without your cousin getting in the way." Mira explained. "Alright?" Illyana nodded, taking a deep breath and blinking
away her tears . Mira nearly shook the little rich girl.

"So someone's finally going to believe me about my father?" She asked in a suprisingly sarcastic voice.
Mira was taken aback. The 18 year old had seemed so . . fragile and pathetic while talking to her cousin
and on the way to the room.

"Well, yes." Mira jumped, hoping the girl would keep talking.

"Good. I'm sick of his manipulitive ways." Illyana opened a little brown leather back pack and pulled out a letter. "First, I left home a month ago, ran away to live with some friends of mine. I kept checking in on
my parents though." She smiled fondly. "My friend Jimmy's older sister Becker is a reporer and she's
been doing research for me." Mira laughed inwardly, Becker seemed to get herself involved in everything.
"She found out that Daddy asked Michelle to come in and pretend to be me, to keep the media from
getting too suspicious." Illyana smiled. "Becker nearly flipped that she couldn't blow the story, but then
Daddy would've found me and Mike and. . . " Illyana paused a hand unconciously going towards her
stomach. "Well, I don't want to go home." Mira raised her eyebrows . . my this girl was full of secrets.
Mira lifted a finger and Illyana got back on track. "Now Daddy knows that MIchelle can't play me
forever, she's always getting in trouble and I'm little miss perfect . . to him . . .anyway, I'm not sure where the attacking Mr. Tyler and Angie came into things but I'm pretty sure that Daddy thinks Mr. Tyler can
find me and that he can trade Michelle." She summed up. "He doesn't want it to get out that he got
someone to impersonate his own daughter to save face instead of finding me." Mira furrowed her brow.
Maybe this girl didn't know as much as she thought she did.

"Why won't you go home?" Mira asked quietly, guessing at the answer.

"Well . . . " Illyana looked down and her hand drifted towards her stomach again. She took a deep breath
as if composing herself and looked back up at Mira. "I'm pregnant, and my baby's daddy is black, and my Daddy's prejudiced." she handed the letter across the table to Mira who read it over and imedeatly became furious again. It was adressed to a Micheal Kasey and it was basically a death threat if the boy ever went
near Illyana again. "And he doesn't even know I'm pregnant!" The heiress added. Mira ran a hand through her hair and let out a sigh. This was getting more and more complicated.

"What about Max Cross?" she asked the girl.

"Uncle Max?" Illyana asked with a laugh. "What would he have to do with this? He's my Godfather!"

There you go! (PS, sorry for sticking Becker back in there . . . I just HAD TO!)

Unity

BECKER
 
 

Posted by Some on Monday, 24 August 1998, at 6:52 p.m.

Here we go.

AAron Filpert rubbed a long, greasy strand of hair between the thumb and fore finger of his left hand, his
right hand tapped a stubby cigar.

"FILPERT"

Aaron jerked up, scanning the area with his beady little eyes "yyyea?"

"Get the HELL over here" A rather large and menecing man appeared before him.

Aaron took a tight swallow, flicked his cigar into the bushes and tried his best to saunter "Boss?"

"Take this piece of trash to the dumpster and be quick about it" The man nearly threw the body of Rollie
at Aarons feet.

"I k-know him, he's that movie guy" Aaron grinned

"Yeah Filpert? Well whoop de do! just take him to the DAMN DUMPSTER" The man glared

"B-b-b-" A large meaty hand whipped out and slapped Aaron across the forehead

"Shhad-up you dick, stop that st-st-stuttering and do what I say!!" The man literally towerd over Aaron.

Aaron looked at his feet and wisperd "yes boss". He watched as the large man turned around and left.
Aaron bent down and frowned at the bloody stain at rollies right shoulder. Aaron then gently shook the
body of Rollie Tyler.

"nooo" Rollie moaned "wont do-"

"SHHhhh" Aaron placed his finger to his lips. "Boss s-s-shouldn't see you awake, gonna take you to the
hos- "

"FILPERT, GET YOUR ASS MOVING!!" a voice boomed from above.

Aaron looked up and smiled. Then, he slowly picked up the body of Rollie, letting out a grunt. "Don't
worry, B-boss never checks the d-dumpster." Aaron then gently placed the body of Rollie in a large,
orange van and quickly got in himself "You still here?" he stared at Rollie.

"unnngh" Rollie moaned, his eyes slowly rolling open.

Aarron smiled "g-good, lets go!"

Ok, NEXT!! :)

Posted by just curious on Monday, 24 August 1998, at 8:16 p.m.

"Ok, Michelle from the beginning. Why would your uncle put a hit on Angela Ramierz?" Frank had had it
with her; she was annoying and hostile. ::She makes Mira look like a pussycat!:: "You want to talk now or
later? Doesn't bother me. I got nowhere to go."

"HA!! First of all, I said nothing to you about my uncle. Second, you want me to talk,well I want a
lawyer." She sat back in her chair and glared at the detective. Michelle was in no mood for him; her stupid cousin comes down here and just might have blown the damn deal, her uncle STILL hadn't bailed her out
and the most annoyin thing was that Rollie left here here. HER!!! All because of some computer geek;
SHE was his wife!! Smiling wickedly, Michelle thought about what Rollie would do when he found out
the divorce was never legal!! It would blow his mind...who knows maybe he would even like it!!

"Ok...I'll call your lawyer to come down here; until then, it's back to the pen for you; you and all the other pigs that need to be caged up. Rizzo, give our 'guest' her one call and then put her back." Frank stormed
out of the interrogation room. He threw the papers across the room and cursed in both Italian and English. ::If I could remember what Mira uses, I would say those too:: Det Gatti was near the end of his rope and it was beginning to show. Looking around the squad room, he saw other officers but not the one he needed
to talk to.

"Frank.." came the voice behind him.

"Mira, I thought you were in room 2. What? What did you get?"

"Turns out our sweet little Illyana is *not* so sweet or little anymore. She's pregnant and her father would not approve..this is her story. And until it does check out, I'm leaving it like that. What about you? The
wife crack?" Mira asked as she jerked her head in the direction of the room that Francis just left.

"Nah...got nothing except for her asking for her attorney. These creeps don't know anything at all but they sure do know their rights!! What about Rollie's rights? Damn!!" Without warning, Frank stormed off
down the hall.

Mira ran to catch him. "What are you doing?? Running away is not going to help! VanDuren is going to
call in and if asks for you, what am I supposed to say? HUH? God, the man is ticked off as it is!! We
have to think this thru; it is the only way to get Rollie and save him." Seeing how this wasn't affecting him, she told Francis about the note and the rest of Illyana's story. "So, what do you say we call this Michael
guy and see if he knows her? Captain said we have to get ALL information on ALL family members; he
didn't specify living, dead or the unborn, did he?"

"Yeah, guess so."

"What is your problem,Francis?! I give you some news, a lead that might help us get Rollie and all you do
is give me grief!! Why?"

"I feel like I am doing nothing here. We can't find Rollie, can't get Llwellyn period. Then you ask me why
I am in a bad mood?!"

"Could be worse?"

Officer Rizzo walked up to the pair with a message, "Frank, NY Hosptial just called. They want you or
Mira to call them back. The doctor is Doctor Molle; he's from ICU. He said that Angie Ramirez's next of
kin should be notified ASAP and PDQ. Sorry."

Frank grabbed the note,looked at it, then showing it to Mira, asked her "What were you saying?"
 
 

Posted by abby on Wednesday, 26 August 1998, at 7:39 p.m.

Aaron half dragged,half carried Rollie to his black car. 'Fits the whole mess', Rolle thought bitterly,'could
be my hearse'. He looked at the man that was taking him...wherever. He didn't seem to be the type that
would get mixed up in Llwellyn's or Cross' deals yet here he was

"Can I ask you a question? Why are you helping me? You work for them...why do this?" By the time
Rollie finished the sentence, his shouler was on fire and he was having a hard time breathing. He didn't
dare take a look at the wound; he was afraid that in the condition he was in, one look just might make him sick.

"I like your movies" was Aaron's justification. "If you die, I wouldn't get to see any good movies. Right?"
Aaron just stood there in the back part of the driveway just nodding and smiling as if the last statement
had just ushered in a new way of looking at the world. 'Just great...I get shot and who is my savior: Forest Gump!!' was the only coherent thought that he had before the pain overtook him.

*****************************************************************************

Rollie woke up in a white room but for some reason knew that he was *not* in a hosptial. He didn't see
the usual equipment taht is found in a hospital; the heart monitors and IV drip were there but...the tv was
missing, so was the beeper for the nurse...it was just not.....right

"I see that you are awake...." It was Aaronn and he was just looking at him, "How do you feel?"

"Aaron...leave him be. He still isn't feeling well." That came from a man in green scrubs; he looked like a
doctor. "Yes, I am a doctor" and taking the note of shock on Rollies face, "No,I don't read minds. You
just have that look on your face. Mr. Tyler, you are lucky. It was a clean shot, but that beating you took;
let's just say that you won't be doing any dancing any time soon. You should be up and about in oohhh,
I'd say about a week."

"Um...not to sound ungrateful, but where am I?" Rollie croaked out.

"You are in my hospital; this is an animal hospital. But before you get nervous,wait a moment, Aaron,
could you get some water for Mr. Tyler?" The doctor waited til Aaron had left the room before talking
againg, "See, Aaron is my cousin and he is not that smart. Has a heart of gold though. He brought you
here to help you get better. In a way, it was the only smart place. Most of the other community hospitals
up here are owned by Llewllyn or Cross or at the very least have one of them on their board. You would
have been found out sooner or later."

"Who the hell are you? The Lone Ranger? I mean you're a vet opearting on a human..."

"No, actually I am a 'human' doctor; I almost lost my license because of a favor I did for those two, so
instead I chose to pratice here for my other friends. It's safer." Getting up off the bed where he was
sitting, the doctor checked the drip and Rollie's vitals and seeing that they were fine, he started to leave the room.

"Ok...you said that Aaron is your cousin and that you did them a favor..but who are you and why help
me??"

"Aaron is my cousin; his father is Michelle's father...that would make us cousins in a way. See, Llwellyn is my dad....I owe you this much." He started to leave the room when he quitely said, with his back to
Rollie, "I guess the sins of the father *do* affect the son; I am sorry."

Posted by Peggy on Saturday, 5 September 1998, at 4:35 p.m.

VanDuran knocked crisply on the door to the Llewlyn Manor. Lucinda fidgeted at his side, until a hard
glare forced her to stop. A butler opened and stared with disdain at the couple.

"Captain Marvin VanDuran, NYPD." The captain flashed his badge. "I'm here to see Mister Llewlyn."

"The master is indisposed at the moment... Captain." The butler sniffed in disdain.

"Tell him... It's about his daughter." VanDuran gave a small smile of satisfaction as the haughty man
stiffened.

"This way, please." The disdain he'd shown a second before had melted like ice in the desert sun.

"Thank you. Ms. Scott." The captain gestured for Lucinda to preceed him.

"Thank you, Captain VanDuran, you're too kind." Lucinda spoke very properly. Her manner uppercrust
and cool.

The butler left them in the well appointed confines of a study. VanDuran stood, impatient and glanced
around. He frowned slightly when he noticed a dark stain on the rug. He gave a quick glance to make sure Lucinda wasn't paying attention. He was relieved to see she was absorbed in the Monet behind the desk.
He knelt quickly to examine the spot, touched his fingers to it. Still slightly damp, he raised his fingers and
sniffed. Blood! Now, how had fresh blood gotten on the rug of the oh so proper Llewlyn's study? This
didn't look good, not at all.

When the door opened, VanDuran was standing attentively by Lucinda's side, listening to her comment on the composition of the painting. They both turned to face their host. The Captain's eyes narrowed slightly
at the well known face of Max Cross. The man stood behind an old man, Llewlyn. "Mister Llewlyn."

"Captain, I understand you have news of my daughter."

"Yes, I do, but first I understand YOU have news of a Mister Rollie Tyler. I'd like to see him... NOW."

"Mister Tyler? I don't know any Tylers. Is he of the Margaret Vineyard Tylers?"

"Mister Llewlyn, we know that Rollie Tyler was, ah, rescued by some of your people and brought here.
It's urgent that I speak with him immediately, a matter of life and death."

"Oh, that young man! He left. I tried to get him to stay and rest, but he insisted." Llewlyn shrugged in
disinterest. "Now, about my daughter?"

"Your daughter is in protective custody of the police and will remain so." VanDuran looked calmly at the
two men. "Does Mister Tyler's departure have something to do with the blood on the rug there?"

Luce gulped mentally at the mention of blood, but hid her fear. To all appearances, she remained cooly
aloof.

"Blood?" Llewlyn tried to appear puzzled, but had started to perspire slightly. "What blood?"

"That blood." VanDuran pointed the spot, while moving his other hand inside his jacket.

"Too bad, copper!" Max Cross reached under his jacket.

Unfortunately for him, VanDuran beat him to the draw and he found himself staring down the barrel of a
police special. "I'll take that, Mister Cross." The man growled in fustration, but handed over his gun. The
captain accepted it, handling it carefully with a white handkerchef, not wanting to destroy potential
evidence.

Llewlyn rocked back, stunned by the turn of events. "I... I don't... I don't understand."

VanDuran looked at him coldly. "Where's Tyler?"

"Gone." Cross growled in response. "You won't get far."

"Ah, but I will. Both of you will accompany us downtown. There are a few questions we need to clear
up."

"I have nothing to say to the police." Llewlyn drew himself up, haughty and proud.

"I think you do, Mister Llewlyn."

"You'll hear from my lawyers, Captain. This is false arrest and police harassment."

"Arrest, Mister Llewlyn? Who said anything about arrest? You and Mister Cross are simply... doing your
civic duty and assisting us with a case."

Captain VanDuran escorted the two men to his car, Lucinda trailing behind. He helped Lucinda into the
front passenger seat, then joined them in the back. As the driver started the car and headed toward the
precinct, he turned to the two men. "I believe I'll get a warrant and have that stain checked." He smiled
slightly as they exchanged slightly nervous glances, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You better hope it doesn't
match Tyler's blood type and DNA."

Posted by Some on Saturday, 12 September 1998, at 8:17 p.m.

I think we all agree that it is time to wrap this thing up. So, I hope that the following leads to and end.

**************************************************

Mira paced the floor of the precinct. Whatever had happend? Things had turned upside down in a blink of an eye. Angie was dying, Rollie was missing- Mira whipped around as her phone rang

"Sanchez" She answerd, rather surly

"Mira I jus-"

"TYLER!? IS THAT YOU??!!" Mira nearly lept into the air.

"Don't bloody scream like that, I hurt enough"

"Are yo-"

"Mira listen, I-I'm O.K bu-"

"TYLER" Mira was fuming now

"what."

"Just shut up and tell me where you are. Angie needs you"

NXT!!!

Posted by Peggy on Monday, 14 September 1998, at 5:22 p.m.

"Angie?" Rollie paled and looked faint. The doctor moved closer to him, worried about his patient.
"Mira..."

Mira gulped and started talking... fast. "I was wrong, Rollie. Angie's still alive, but she's in a coma and
Doctor Molle at the hospital said we should notify her next of kin ASAP and that's you and..."

"Mira." Rollie found strength enough to stop her flow of words. "I'm on my way to the hospital. See you
there." He hung up and pushed the covers off.

The ex-doctor turned vet tried to push him back down. "You shouldn't get up."

"I've got too! Angie NEEDS me!" Rollie glared at him, then at his IV. He ripped it out of his arm. "Where
are my clothes?"

"But..."

"Where... are... MY... CLOTHES!?!?" Rollie demanded.

Llyweyn's son sighed in resignation. He pulled them out of the closet and Rollie dressed as quickly as he
could. The man helped steady him as he pulled his pants on, then helped get his shirt on. It was a mess,
but Rollie didn't care. He had only one thing on his mind.

The Aussie was pale and shaking when he was finished. "I've got to get to NY Hospital." He looked with
stubborn eyes at the other man.

The man sighed and nodded. "I'll take you there. But then I'm gone. I could go to jail for treating you."

Rollie's face softened from the hard determined lines it had acquired. "I know. I won't tell. I WILL tell
what Samuel Llyweyn and Max Cross did, but I won't tell about you. Thank you."

* * * * * * *

"FRANK!" Mira called over the chaos at the precinct.

Puzzled and worried, the Italian appeared by his partner's side. "What's wrong, Mira?"

"Rollie just called. He's on his way to the hospital. Let's go." She said the words quickly, grabbing her
jacket and heading for the door.

Francis had to run to catch up with her. "Where was he? Is he okay?"

"I don't know and I don't care. Right now, I just want to see him for myself. Okay?"

"Gotcha."

The detectives hurried for their unmarked and took off. They had no qualms about using their lights and
siren on this occasion. They made their way to the hospital in record time.

Hurrying to ICU, Mira informed Angie's doctor that her next of kin was on his way. The doctor just
nodded wearily and turned to check the charts at the nurse's station.

* * * *

Captain VanDuran swung into Midtown South, moving swiftly. Llyweyn and Cross were herded behind
him by his driver. Lucinda scurried to catch up. Pausing in the bullpen, he glared around. Pinning Rizzo
with an angry stare, he barked out. "Where are Sanchez and Gatti?"

"Uh, I think they went to the hospital, Captain. The doctor called earlier. It sounds like Angie's getting
worse."

"Call them." He looked at Luce. "You stay there." He pointed to a chair against the wall, then strode into
his office. "Sit down and be quiet." He ordered the two men.

Tony immediately dialed Mira's cell phone. "Mira. The Captain's back. I think he wants you and Francis
here. PRONTO! He's got Llyweyn and Cross in his office."

"We can't Tony. Rollie called. He's on his way to the hospital."

Tony Rizzo sighed in relief. He liked the Australian and had been worried. "I'll tell him and get back to
you." He took a deep breath and looked toward VanDuran. When he caught his eye, he gestured urgently.

The Captain's frown deepened but he came out and moved to the detective's side. "What now, Rizzo?"

"Rollie called. He's meeting Mira and Frank at the hospital."

VanDuran almost closed his eyes in relief, but immediately stiffened. "Tyler? Good. I want to talk to him."
At Rizzo's shocked look, he added. "As soon as he can. First, he's to see to Ramirez. I suspect she needs
him more than we do."

"Yes sir!"

* * * *

Mira and Frank looked shocked when they saw Rollie hurry into the ICU waiting room. The man moved
stiffly, but didn't seem to notice.

"Rollie?" Mira stared wide eyed at his bloodless face and messy appearance.

"Angie?" Haunted eyes pleaded for reassurance.

"She's still alive. She's in a coma. Rollie, are you okay?"

"Never mind me." Rollie said, looking around wildly. "Where is she? I have to SEE her!"

"Rollie," Frank moved to stop the Aussie from searching the ICU wards. "You go in like that and she sees
YOU, she'll throw a fit." He reached out to grab the man's arm. Frank quickly let go when Rollie gasped
and his face grew even paler. The short detective stared at his hand in shock, seeing the blood there.
"Rollie! You're hurt! What's wrong?!?"

"I... I was shot. It doesn't matter. I've got to SEE Angie!" Rollie made an abortive move toward the nurses station. His legs seemed to buckle and he started to fall, then somehow found the strength to catch
himself.

"Rollie. You need to see a doctor." Mira moved to stop the tall man.

"No. Angie!" Rollie cried desperately. "ANGIE!!!"

"Sssh. Sssh. All right. You can see Angie. For just a moment, but then you're going to get a doctor to
check you out. You can come back later."

"Mira, she might not be here later." Rollie stared at the Latino woman with shell-shocked, desperate eyes.
"I have to be here. I have to..." He ended in a tiny whisper.

Mira felt tears fill her eyes at the man's desperation and despair. "All right, Rollie. I'll see what we can do.
Now come on. We'll take you to Angie." She hesitated a second as she steered him toward the ward
where Angie was. "Rollie? Who shot you?" She asked the question softly.

Rollie followed her like a lost little boy. "Cross... It was Max Cross. He and Llyweyn... They... Oh Mira!
They didn't need to shoot Angie! It was so unnecessary! So... ridiculous."

"Rollie? Who shot Angie?" Frank gently slipped his arm around the taller's man waist, trying to give him
some support.

"Cross. The gun... He said... He said it was fitting I should be killed with the same gun that killed her."
Rollie closed his eyes and rocked back on his feet. "Llyweyn says I'm still married to Michelle. He thinks I want that. I don't..." Rollie was crying freely now. "I just want Angie to be all right."

"Sssh. Rollie, we know. We know." Mira soothed him. "Now settle down. Angie's right in here. We
mustn't upset her. You just go and sit with her. I'll be right back. Okay?"

Rollie nodded and moved toward Angie's bed. Frank helped him sit in the chair and stood nearby,
watching him anxiously. Rollie gently took one of Angie's hands into both of his and tried to speak. The
words wouldn't come and he closed his eyes, tears falling again. "Oh Angie." He spoke in a broken
whisper. "Please... please... I need you." He couldn't say the words he wanted to say, they froze in his
throat. He swallowed hard. "Please... don't die. I can't lose you too! Don't die!"

Frank felt tears sting his eyes as he watched the special effects expert beg his partner, his best friend, to
live. If Angie died now, it would really kill Rollie. His body might live, but his spirit, his heart would die.
He looked away, trying to spot Mira. Mira was in the hallway, gesturing urgently toward Rollie, talking to
Doctor Molle.

The doctor was looking in, frowning. It was obvious he didn't like what he was seeing. With a sharp nod,
he turned and spoke rapidly to a nurse, then walked swiftly into the room and over to Rollie. "Mister
Tyler?" Molle spoke carefully, gently not wanting to futher upset the anguished man. "Mister Tyler, let me check you out and get you cleaned up. Okay?"

Rollie looked up at the man, his eyes growing wilder at the thought of leaving Angie now. "I can't!
Angie..."

"I'll do it right here. You don't have to go anywhere."

One of the nurses pulled Frank away, then moved a cart with supplies by Angie's bed. She closed the
curtain, giving doctor and patient some privacy. Francis sighed and moved to join his partner. "Mira, it's
going to kill Rollie if..."

"I know, Frank, I know." Mira closed her eyes. Guilt filled her, if only she hadn't told Rollie Angie was
dead... If only... It was all so unnecessary. Her cell phone rang. "Sanchez."

"Mira, the Captain said he wants to talk to Rollie." Rizzo hurried, not wanting his head removed. "Later.
He knows Angie needs him more now. How's it going there?"

Mira snapped to attention. "Tony, you said the Captain has Llyweyn and Cross in his office?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Rollie's been shot. He said Cross told him it was fitting that he be killed with the same gun as Angie.
Llyweyn told him that he's still married to Michelle/Lani whats-her-name. They're into this up to their
creepy, little eyeballs and Rollie knows what it's about. He said they didn't have to shoot her. That is was
unnecessary and ridiculous." Mira paused for a breath. "Tell the Captain that. We don't want those two
getting away."

Tony tried to process all the information Mira just threw at him. He stared at the notes he'd scribbled in
his notebook. "I'll tell him, Mira. How... How bad is Rollie?"

"He was on his feet... barely. He's hurting, bad. Part of that... Part of that is Angie, but... I think he's in
shock. Don't know what else. Doctor Molle is checking him out now. We're at ICU. Rollie refuses to
leave Angie and I don't think the doctor wants to push him much. He looks like he's ready to fall apart.
Hell, he IS falling apart."

"Right. I'll tell the Captain. You better keep a sharp lookout. If Cross shot Rollie and he's suppose to be
dead... Some one might try to finish the job when they find out."

"We will. Just nail those bastards."

"You got it." Rizzo hung up, then dialed the Captain's office. "Captain, we need to talk. NOW!"

The Captain left the two men in his office after a warning glare. This time, he told his assistant to keep an
eye on them. "Rizzo, this better be important."

"It is." Rizzo quickly filled VanDuran in with the information from Mira.

"So. That WAS Tyler's blood." He stared at Rizzo for so long, the rookiee detective thought he might be
busted back to the street. "It's time we took control and play cat to their mice. Tell Sanchez and Gatti,
good work. Head for the hospital and help them protect Tyler. I'll tend to the... gentlemen."

Rizzo left as at a run. He didn't know what the Captain was up to, but he knew from that look he better
jump to it.

VanDuran looked around the bullpen and spotted Lucinda. He approached. "Ms. Scott. You want to help
settle this mess, once and for all?"

"Yes, Captain." She sat up straight and smoothed her hair back. "What do you want me to do?"

"This." The Captain swiftly explained what he wanted. Lucinda listened all ears. She paled when he told
her Rollie had been shot as well. A look of hard determination filled the actor's eyes. These people had
hurt her friends, maybe killed at least of them. They were going to pay. THIS would be a PLEASURE!

-----

Sorry, I'd keep going, but I just ran out of breath.

Posted by Lil ol me on Wednesday, 16 September 1998, at 5:20 p.m.

Hi all, if the rumor is true, than this forum will be shut down within the next few days. The round robin
has lasted quite a while and turned into....well, lets just say it goes every which way possible. SO! I
thought it fitting that this end with the forum, If the end sucks you can tell me so...I just think that its time
to end this rather involved(yets lots of fun!!) story..

**********************************************

Rollie Tylers wound had been cleaned and dressed and he had been given a pair of pale, blue hospital
scrubs. He never noticed. Through everything, he never noticed. He just stared, wordlessly, at the still
form of Angie Ramirez. Tubes twisted out of every angle, machines of every type breathed life yet, he
paid no attention. His eyes, fathomless and dark stared with unremitting greif at her face, her hands, at
her. Every so often he would squeeze her hand and close his eyes silently hoping.

Mira slowly walked into the room, she watched with near horror at the bent form of the man who had
quickly become a friend. It was all so useless. So damn useless.

Mira cleared her throat "Rollie, we need to talk."

Rollie did not move.

Mira stepped closer "Come now. We need to talk, you can come right back." Mira placed a firm hand on
Rollie's shoulder.

Rollie wearily stood up "I'll be right back" he whisperd.

Mira walked into the hallway "We've got them in costody. There is no question about the shooting, yours
and-" mira choked "we can hold Cross on that, Llwellen could be held as an acssesory." Mira sighed.
We'll search the house and find out-find out what started this all."

"Chairs" Rollie mutterd.

Mira looked at Rollie with complete confusion "Chairs?"

"Chairs and tables and rugs and Goddamn TRINKETS" Rollie yelled slamming his fist into the wall. He
began to laugh "Postcard holders, corkscrews, paperweights"

"Rollie, your not making any sense" Mira looked at him with worry.

"Exactly. No sense. It makes no bloody sense"

"Please Rollie"

"Antiques Mira, Old stuff." Rollie raised his head "who wants a bunch of old stuff." He let out a moan,
and rubbed his forehead "The prints, the list...all of it lead to a blackmarket ring for antiques.
ANTIQUES."

A short, puddgy orderly peared around the corner "Could you please LOWER your voice." he then
dissapeared.

Rollie continued "The list of names was of people who owend "Wanted antuques" Bought throughout the
country." The blueprints? Hell all I can guess is that it was for a bunch of Crosses croneys, so they could
be taught to break into any "viable sorce"...I bet if you looked in the past year, you would see a rash of
antique robberys. I also bet everyone would be on that list." Rollie slowly lowerd himself to the floor, he
coverd his face "Its all so damn stupid. Why the hell would they hurt her for a bunch of fucking antiques
mira?" Rollie looked despretly into her eyes.

"I don't know Rollie. I just don't know, Those two have a lot of explaining to do...but they have the time." Mira bent to help Rollie up "You don't have to worry, stay here as long as nessasary, you just gave me all
I need."

Rollie stood up and walked towards Angies room

"Rol?"

He turned "I'm sorry about all of this, you wouldn't have gotten hu-"

"Forget it mira" Rollie sadly walked into the room and closed the door.

Mira sighed and turned to leave.

***********************

Three weeks later it was all over. Cross and Llwellen were charged. Lani was imprisoned. Mira and
Frances returned to work. Lucinda bounced from auditon to audition.

Yet, Rollie sat. He sat and waited. And waited. He held her hand, caressed her cheek and kissed her
forhead, and he pleaded for her;

"Come on now. I know you can do it, please? For me?" Rollies voice was thick with emotion.

"If you think its so darn good YOU eat it!!" Angie glared at Rollie and then stared hopelessly at the small,
round, jiggling mound of green...something.

The End!!
 

Posted by Peggy on Thursday, 17 September 1998, at 2:50 a.m.

Short, simple and everything we could hope for (including a little humor at the end). Only one thing still
bugs me... Is Rollie married to Michelle aka Lani or isn't he? *lol*

So....

Here's the epilogue....

Two weeks later, Rollie would finally leave Angie alone for more than ten minutes at a time. He was
driving her nuts and she couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Finally, she got a chance to talk to
Mira alone without the Aussie hovering over her. "Mira, what's wrong with Rollie?!? He's been bad about
me being hurt before, but never THIS BAD!"

"Well, Angie. I think he's feeling extra guilty and it's my fault." Mira looked away from her friend. The
blonde was looking good, for someone who'd almost died a few weeks ago. If only Rollie looked as good.

"What do you mean?" Angie asked softly.

"I... I thought you had died. I told Rollie you did while he was with that..." Mira took a deep breath, "his
wife. I wasn't nice when I told him. He... Angie, Rollie tried to kill himself then."

"WHAT?!?!?!" Angie was stunned. Rollie commit suicide? NO WAY! Suddenly something else caught
her attention. "You mean ex-wife. Right?"

"No, wife. Llywelyn pulled something. The divorce wasn't legal."

Angie blinked. She heard Rollie's words as if he'd just spoken them. "Mira, Rollie said Leo helped him get
his marriage ANNULLED! Not a divorce."

"He lied. That bastard lied!" Mira started swearing in Spanish.

Angie interrupeted. "Get my laptop. We're settling this once and for all." She smiled. "I think once we've
proved to Rollie he's not married to Michelle/Lani and none of this was HIS fault, I can finally get him to
stop hovering over me!" She beamed at the thought. Rollie was a PAIN when he hovered. If she didn't
stop him soon, she'd have to kill him and then Mira would have to arrest her. Of course, she could get off
as "justifiable homicide", but still... All in all, she wanted HER Rollie back. This would do it nicely.

Once that was done, she could kick his butt all over the loft. Suicide indeed! Rollie Tyler better not! Of all the stupid, idiotic... Angie began to plot just what she would do to her boss. It would be a lesson he'd
never forget!