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GENERAL CHIT CHAT / Just Checking In
« on: October 31, 2013, 10:38:59 am »
Just wanted to check in and see if the site was still open since I have access to a computer and the Internet...(temporarily).

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GENERAL CHIT CHAT / ROLL OUT THE WELCOME WAGON!!!
« on: November 09, 2012, 09:31:33 am »
We have a new member.  Everyone....say hello to Sidney Vincent who joined our forum on the 4th of this month.



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MORTALS / Wayne Stone
« on: October 30, 2012, 01:01:43 am »
Wayne Stone



 Full Name:  Wayne Stone

DOB: 
2/22/78

Sex: 
male

Hair color:
brown

Eye Color:
green

Height: 
6' 1 ½“

Nationality:
American

Residence:
Seacouver, Washington

Close Friends:
Brian Porter....Stone's relationship with Porter is almost that of a popular child making fun of a nerd. Although, they often fight with each other, there are several instances where it shows how much they care about each other. They have a very antagonistic relationship, but most view of it as that of brothers.

Personality: 
He takes on the job very seriously, gaining Brian's respect (the latter is shown to call him Wayne; a rarity).  Stone has a passion for computers and enjoys playing games relating to tactical warfare and covert infiltration.  He revealed he was a scout, which occupied his time while his father was deployed. He even said "I love the outdoors", much to the chagrin of the more city-like Porter.

 
Special Skills:  He is an expert tracker, being able to find a cadaver without the assistance of dogs by reading changes in the land and observing bird droppings.  He earned a Bachelor of Science degree in biomedical engineering from Johns Hopkins University and a Master of Science degree in computer forensics from MIT.

 


History: 
He spent his childhood in Alameda, California, as his father was a naval officer stationed there. His parents bought him his first car the day he turned sixteen – a 1984 Camaro Z28 5-speed. However, he crashed into a bus while trying to figure out how to use the windshield wipers. He got a student pass the day he got out of traction.
He enrolled in Everest College and got his AA in Criminal Justice and became an Alameda Policeman, where he worked as a booking clerk for a year and a half..  He transferred to Lancaster P.D. where he was put on the streets immediately.  He enrolled in the Internet Biomedical Engineering course from John Hopkins University and enrolled in Computer Forensics through MIT's online program.  He graduated and received a B.S. Degree from John Hopkins and a M.S. Degree from MIT. Wanting to sprout his wings and move far enough away from his overly close knit family, Wayne applied to several agencies in the Pacific Northwest and was finally picked up by the Computer Forensics Department of Seacouver Police Department where Evans discovered him when the County Sheriff's Department borrowed his department for help and Evans recruited him.  He joined Lt. Larry Evans' team 1 year ago. 

 

 
Played by Candy
 
 

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MORTALS / Brian Porter
« on: October 30, 2012, 12:59:07 am »
Brian Porter



 Full Name:  Brian Porter

Aliases: 
Bri, Port & BP

DOB: 
4/26/1977

Sex: 
male

Hair color:
brown

Eye Color:
hazel

Height: 
6'2

Nationality:
American

Residence:
Seacouver, Washington

Close Friends:
Wayne Stone

Personality:
He is promiscuous, has expensive taste in clothing and he typically shows teenage-like behavior'.   He is very loyal to his co-workers. Brian delights in quoting movies in everyday life, often finding parallels between them and current situations.  His references are often obscure, and he often mimics the original actor when quoting them, such as Sean Connery's James Bond. 

 
Special Skills:  He is well known for his constant flirtation with nearly every woman he encounters.  Although his immature behavior often gets Brian into his share of hot water, he demonstrates himself to be an insightful agent when the need arises, and on more than one occasion surprises Evans and his teammates when an apparently immature action on his part actually causes new evidence to be uncovered. He is fairly adaptable and practical.
 


History:
Brian is a streetwise, promiscuous former Baltimore homicide detective. Originally from a wealthy family, Brian's mother died from an intentional overdose of tranquilizers when he was 5, he was disowned by his father when he was twelve and raised by his Grandmother.  He put himself through college and got a degree in Criminalistics and became a Boston Policeman and, eventually, Homicide/Narcotics Detective.  When he found out his Captain was a dirty cop and had to arrest him he left Baltimore and moved to the Pacific Southwest where he became a Homicide Detective for Seattle Police Department.  He was discovered by Lt. Larry Evans when Seacouver County Detectives worked with Seattle P.D. Homicide on a case and Evans recruited him.  So he moved to Seacouver 3 years ago and has worked on Evans' team ever since.

 
Played by Candy

 
 

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MORTALS / Larry Evans
« on: October 30, 2012, 12:55:44 am »
Larry Evans



 Full Name:  Larry Evans

DOB:  12/10/1969
Sex:  male
Hair color: Salt and pepper gray

Eye Color:  blue

Height:  6'

Nationality: American

Residence: Seacouver, Washington

Close Friends: None really

Personality: Evans can be extremely charming in an understated way and has a dry sense of humor. He is unforgiving of his or his colleagues' mistakes and demands high standards of himself and his team.  But he can be understanding and compassionate, even though he tends to hide it well.  Yet he has the love, trust and respect of those who have worked with him.

 
Special Skills:  He is an excellent detective, great leader, with finely honed skills of observation, deduction and investigation.  He is excellent at reading people and always manages to catch someone who's lying.  He's versed in hand to hand combat and is a master marksman.



History:  Evans was born in a small mining town in Pennsylvania.  He went into the Marine Corps right out of high school and retired as a Gunnery Sergeant.  When he left the Marine Corps he decided to stay on the West Coast and moved to Seacouver, Washington where he became a patrol officer with the Seacouver County Sheriff's Department where he worked his way into becoming the youngest Deputy to make Detective.  He worked his way up the ranks and has been a Lieutenant and team leader for the last 6 years.

 

 
Played by Candy
 

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IMMORTAL LIBRARY / The Sheriff of Ford's Prairie
« on: October 16, 2012, 07:04:31 am »
The Sheriff of Ford's Prairie
by Candy Johnson
Chapter 1

She had been riding hard for the past two weeks as she tried to catch up to Duane Mattox who had viciously **** and beaten one of the girls from the Lucky Ace Saloon in Ford's Prairie, the small town in which she was the sheriff.  In the last town she had learned that she was only a few days behind Mattox, so she had pressed on.  Now, 250 miles from that last town she could tell her horse was getting tired, as was she, so she found a spot near a stream far enough off the main road to provide a little privacy and made camp for the night.  With her horse fed and watered and secured for the night she set about making her dinner after which she settled down by the camp fire.  She laid back against her saddle and looked up at the night sky.  It was a clear night so the stars twinkled like tiny diamonds against the black night sky.  A full moon was just starting to appear over the mountains.  She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh air, slightly scented with pine, then closed her eyes and snuggled under her blanket.  She was just about to drift off to sleep when a sudden clap of thunder brought her to a sitting position.  She looked up at the sky and saw that there was not a cloud in it.  Suddenly the sky lit up with lightening that seemed to come from nowhere and she looked around. More lightening flashed as another clap of thunder rumbled across the clear night sky.  She got to her feet and quickly strapped her holster back on, pulled her sword out of its sheath and followed the lightening up over a small ridge on the other side of the stream.  A short way down the other side of the ridge was a small clearing and in the middle of the clearing was a male Immortal receiving a Quickening.  She moved as close as she dared and watched from behind a boulder.  The Immortal dropped to his knees when the Quickening ended, obviously exhausted.  She was about to leave well enough alone when she felt the presence of another Immortal.  At that instant another male Immortal came screaming from behind the bushes on the other side of the little clearing where he had been hiding.  He held his sword high above his head and it was obvious that he intended to take the head of the other Immortal while he was weakened from the Quickening...a totally underhanded trick.  She jumped to her feet and ran down to the clearing where she took up a defensive stance between the charging Immortal and the one struggling to get to his feet.

 
The charging Immortal moved his sword from over his head to a thrusting position and lunged at the woman between him and his intended target.  He would first have to eliminate her before he could eliminate the other Immortal who had just beheaded his teacher.  But his lunge was blocked by the female Immortal's blade.  The clang of steel against steel echoed through the small ravine that the clearing was in as the battle ensued  He slashed wildly at the female Immortal, each move being skilfully blocked.  At one point he got too close and his opponent kicked him square in the diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him and sending him staggering backward.  He was surprised that he managed to maintain his balance  He recovered and swung his sword wildly as he moved closer to his opponent and yelled, “you ****!”  Suddenly he felt his sword twist out of his hand as the female Immortal twirled her blade around his a couple of times then thrust her blade upward, dislodging his from his grasp and sending it flying.  The move surprised him and he watched his sword sore into the bushes along the side of the clearing and fall out of sight.  The next thing he was aware of was a searing pain in his abdomen and he looked down to see the female Immortal's sword buried almost to the hilt in him.  He screamed, “you **** ****!”  His opponent pulled her sword out of his abdomen and it was then that he decided that he wasn't near good enough to win this battle and avenge his teacher so he staggered away and managed to make it into the thicket of bushes and boulders on the far side of the clearing before succumbing to his injury and dieing behind a boulder as his opponent turned back to the other Immortal who was now standing and leaning on his sword for support.

 
“Come on.  Let's get you out of here before he wakes up and decides he wants to try again,” the female Immortal said and slipped his arm over her shoulders and hurried him out of the clearing and up the small ridge she had come from.

 
“Thank you,” he said, breathlessly as he scrambled up the small deer path that led to the top of the ridge.  “I'm Duncan MacLeod and I owe you one,” he said as they reached the top of the ridge and started down the other side.

 
“Sheriff Robin Scott at your service,” came the answer.  “My camp is down by the stream,” she added, leading the way down the other side of the ridge.

 
“Did you say sheriff?”  Duncan asked, incredulously.  This was definitely a first for him.

 
“That's right,” Robin said as she jumped over a log laying across the narrow deer path.  “Sheriff of Ford's Prairie, Washington.”  The first thing she did when they reached her camp was to check on her horse.  “If your hungry there's some left over rabbit stew in the pot hanging over the fire. Help yourself.  There's a plate drying on the rock over there,” she said, pointing to the rock where she had laid out her plate and utensils to dry after washing them in the stream.  “And there's coffee in the pot next to the fire.  It should still be warm,” she added.

 
“I’m not really very hungry but the coffee sounds good,” Duncan said and walked over to the fire.  He took the cup sitting on a rock next to the pot of coffee and filled it.  Taking a seat on the ground with his back against a rock, Duncan sipped at his coffee as he watched the woman who had just saved his life console her horse.  “He's beautiful,” he said, admiringly.

 
“Thank you,” Robin said.  “Sid meet Duncan....Duncan this is Obsidian’s Fire....Sid for short,” she said, pulling a couple of sugar cubes out of her shirt pocket and holding them in her open palm while her horse gobbled them up, greedily.  “Spoiled,” she said softly to the horse and ruffled the part of his mane that lay over his forehead.  The name Obsidian’s Fire fit the Friesian stallion as he was jet black and his mane, tail and the feathers around his hooves were flaming red.  As red as Robin's long hair was.

 
“You don't see many Friesians around these parts,” Duncan said and took another sip of his coffee...his energy beginning to return to his body.

 
“Most people have to ask me what kind of horse he is,” Robin said as she joined Duncan at the fire.  She sat down on her bed roll and lay against her saddle, propping herself up on one elbow.  “So did your horse take off when the fireworks started?”  She asked, taking a pouch out of the vest pocket of her suede fringed jacket.  She opened the pouch and took out a pack of rolling papers and then sprinkled tobacco from the pouch onto a paper.  She proceeded to roll a cigarette which she lit using a twig she stuck in the camp fire until the end began to burn.  She offered the pouch to MacLeod, who refused it, then put it away...taking a long drag off of the cigarette as she did and blowing smoke rings into the camp fire's smoke.

 
“Yeah.  But he won't have gone far,” Duncan said and took another sip of his coffee as he watched the woman sitting across the camp fire from him, mesmerized.

 
“So what do you do when you're not pissing off crazy Immortals?”  Robin asked, taking a drag off of her cigarette.

 
“I used to run a newspaper in a small town south of here,” Duncan said, tearing his eyes away from Robin's face and looking up at what was left of the night sky.  “Now I'm just traveling around looking for what ever's next,” he added and took a sip of his coffee.  Caffeine or no...he suddenly felt physically drained and exhausted and he involuntarily yawned.

 
Robin tossed him her extra blanket and said, “we've got a few hours before sun up so why don't you try and get some sleep?  I know I plan on it.”  She unbuckled her holster and lay it within reach and slipped out of her fringed jacket.

 
That was when Duncan saw the glistening sheriff's star pinned to shirt.  He had a million questions he wanted to ask the first lady sheriff he had ever encountered but he was much too tired.  Instead he stretched out, using the tattered remnants of his duster as a pillow.

 
Robin lay back against her saddle and pulled her blanket up to her chin.  She looked up at the stars then drifted off to sleep.  The warmth of the morning sun on her face woke her up and she yawned and stretched then sat up and looked around. She was alone.  MacLeod had already packed up and gone.  Hanging from a stub of a broken branch on the makeshift spit over the campfire was a folded piece of paper with her name on it.  She removed it and unfolded it.

 
“Robin -  Thank you for your hospitality.  Sorry to leave so suddenly but I need to try and find my horse and continue on my journey.  Who knows...maybe I'll pay a visit to Ford's Prairie someday.  Good hunting and stay safe.  Your friend, Duncan MacLeod,” the note read.

 
“I hope he finds his horse,” Robin said aloud to herself as she refolded the note and stuffed it in her jeans pocket.  She proceeded to pack up and clear her campsite, making sure that the campfire held no smoldering embers that could start a wild fire in the dry summer brush.  Soon she and Sid were back on the road and attempting to make up the time they had lost.

 
Six and a half hours later, horse and rider turned onto the road that would take them into Richland, which was the next form of civilization and Robin suspected that Mattox would have stopped there and she hoped that it wasn't too long ago.

 
“Yeah.  He came in to buy some supplies,” said the General Store owner when Robin showed him the wanted poster with the picture of Duane Mattox.  “And a map of the area Northwest of Ft. Simcoe,” he added as an after thought.

 
“Did he say why that particular area?”  Robin asked as she gazed longingly at a jar of licorice on a shelf where it was accompanied by several jars filled with other kinds of candy.

 
The store owner shook his head.  :There isn't much between the fort and Lost Horse Plateau,” he said, following Robin's gaze.  “The only thing I can think of that would be up there is an old trapper's cabin,” he added as he took the jar off of the shelf and set it on the counter in front of Robin.

 
“What's beyond that?”  Robin asked as the owner removed the lid of the jar and the scent of fresh licorice filled her nostrils.

 
The store owner fumbled around in a drawer behind the counter and produced a map which he spread out on the remaining portion of the counter.  Using the template arm of his spectacles as a pointer, he showed Robin the area he was referring to.  “Here's the fort and the cabin would be somewhere around here. I've only been there once and that was a long time ago so I'm not completely positive of its exact location,” he said.  “Help yourself, Sheriff.  On the house,” he added, referring to the licorice.

 
Robin took a stick of the black candy out of the jar and thanked him as she studied the map.  “How far is the next form of civilization from the cabin if you were to continue in that direction?”  She asked, sucking on the stick of licorice, thoughtfully.

 
“Around 450 miles if you go around the plateau,” the owner said.  “About half that if you go over it.  But it's pretty rough terrain,” he added.  The door of the store opened and the cow bell hanging from the top of the door, jangled.  “Excuse me,” the owner said and he went to help the customer who had just walked in.

 
Robin took out some money and laid it on the counter.  She folded up the map and put it in the pocket of her jacket and left the store.  She climbed onto her horse and they headed out of town toward Ft. Simcoe.  A little after midnight, she made camp and slept until the first rays of light reached over the mountains, then they were on their way again.  They made good time and by nightfall they were over halfway to the fort.  They made camp by a stream and Sid grazed on the wild grass while Robin ate fish from the stream.  By morning both Sid and the sheriff were well rested and they continued on their journey  Robin reached the fort by nightfall.  She spent the night and bought more supplies when the store opened in the morning.

 
“I'm looking for this man,” Robin said as she showed the wanted poster to the manager of the fort's store.  “I was told that he may have stopped here before moving on. Have you seen him?”

 
The man behind the counter looked closely at the poster then nodded.  “Yes,” he said.  “He was in here yesterday afternoon asking directions.”

 
“Directions to where?”  Robin asked.  She was relieved to hear that she was less than a day behind Mattox.

 
“He asked about a trapper's cabin a half days ride from here,” the man replied.

 
“Thank you,” Robin said with a grateful smile.  “I need to purchase some ammo,” she added and told the man what she needed.

 
After purchasing extra ammunition for both her revolver and her Winchester rifle, Robin left the store.  As she was climbing onto her horse the store manager walked out onto the boardwalk and said, “we have a scout here that knows these mountains better than the natives and I'm sure that Captain Howell would loan him to you.”

 
Robin took the reins in one hand and smiled down at the man.  “Thanks, but that won't be necessary. Just point me in the direction of that cabin,” she said.

 
“Head North and you'll come to a dry creek bed.  On the other side the road splits in two and narrows. Take the road to the right and it'll take you right to it,” the man said.

 
Robin thanked him, tapped the brim of her hat and rode out of the fort.  Once outside the gate she tapped her heels against Sid's sides and he broke into a gallop.  They reached the dry creek bed as the sky was turning from blue to shades of purple and red as the sun began to disappear behind the mountains. After an hour's ride, Robin reined Sid off of the rarely used narrow road.  The moonlight lit their way as they climbed to a higher altitude.  As soon as they reached a level spot that was shielded on all sides by large boulders and trees, Robin dismounted and took a spy glass out of one of her saddlebags.  She found a good spot to view the slope back down to the rode.  She slowly scanned the tree tops with her spy glass until she saw faint wisps of smoke rising up through the trees.  The forest was too thick to see what was producing the smoke but the way the plumes of smoke seemed to stay in a concentrated pattern told Robin that it was coming from a chimney and not an open fire.  She led Sid back down the slope a ways to a vantage point where she could easily keep an eye on the cabin without being heard or seen herself.

 
The cabin was small...probably one room....with only a front door and a couple of windows which were bathed in the soft yellow glow of the fireplace and lanterns.   As far as she could tell there was just one person inside the cabin. The cabin was practically backed up against the slope but there was a small broken down lean-to and there was one unsaddled horse tied under the structure.  Robin used her spy glass and the almost full moon to get a look at the horse's left hip and saw it carried the brand of the Lazy M Ranch where Mattox had been employed.  She grabbed her, stuffed the extra ammo she had purchased at the fort into the pockets of her fringed jacket and took a set of iron handcuffs out of her saddlebag and attached them to her belt then found a comfortable spot to perch and she chewed on a hunk of venison jerky as she watched the cabin and waited for the dawn.

 
It was a couple of hours before sunrise when Robin noticed that the yellow glow had disappeared from the cabin's windows and they were dark.  There was also no more smoke coming from the cabin's chimney so she figured that Mattox had finally gone to bed.  When the sky began to turn from the night's blackness to shades of yellow, purple and blue...but before the sun actually crested the mountain tops...she cocked her rifle, placing a shell in the chamber and made her way, silently down the slope to a clump of boulders about 20 yards from the cabin.  She hid behind the shelter of the boulders until she was positive that there was no one outside of the cabin or watching her from the inside then, staying low and in the shadows, she crept to the side of the cabin and stood with her back against the wall.  She stood there listening for any sound coming from inside the cabin.  The only sound was the chattering of a couple of squirrels, the warblings of a few morning birds and the soft whisper of a breeze rustling the leaves and pine needles of the trees.

 
The first rays of sunlight were now reaching over the tops of the eastern mountains.  With the skill of stealth she had learned during the time that she had lived among the local Lakota Sioux, Robin moved to the nearest window and peeked through it.  The inside of the cabin was dark except for a small stream of light coming through the curtain-less window at the back of the cabin  The cabin had, in fact, only one large room.  The only furniture was a table and a couple of old wooden chairs, a cupboard with some dishes and an old military cot in the corner near the fireplace made out of river rock.  A cast iron kettle hung from a hook in the center of the fireplace...a ladle sticking out of the kettle indicating that Mattox' dinner left overs were probably still in the kettle.  There were several empty whiskey bottles strewn around the room and a couple of blobs of wax...the remnants of melted candles...sat in the center of the table.  After surveying the cabin interior through the window, Robin looked back at the cot and it was obvious that someone was sleeping on it.

 
Robin moved silently to the door of the cabin and slowly turned the nob.  Because it was old and a bit rusty, it took a little effort to turn it without making any noise, but Robin managed and she cautiously opened the door and stepped into the cabin.  Without any hesitation she quietly moved over to the cot and put her boot on the edge of the bed.  She gave it a quick shove and over it went...spilling its inhabitant onto the floor with a loud thump.  She stepped over the cot that was now on its side and placed the barrel of her rifle against Matt ox’s forehead just as he was starting to sit up.

 
“Duane Mattox, you are under arrest for the charge of ****, assault and battery and assault with intent to kill,” Robin said in her most authoritative voice.

 
“What?”  Mattox said looking up at Robin with a dazed and confused look on his face.  He moved like he was going to try and get up again and Robin pressed the barrel of her rifle harder against his forehead.

 
“Don't even think about it, Mattox,” Robin said, threateningly.  “You even breathe wrong and I'll  pull the trigger and this rifle will blow your head into next week.”

 
“Are you talking about that ****?” Mattox asked, incredulously.  “How do you **** a ****?”  He asked.

 
Robin placed her boot squarely in Matt ox’s crotch and he inhaled quickly and held his breath.   “I suggest you mind your tongue.  I'm tired, hungry, in need of a bath and easily pissed off.  So if you want to see your day in court...”

 
“What happened to innocent until proven guilty?”  Mattox asked.

 
“You ran.  Innocent people don't run,” Robin said and removed the handcuffs from her belt.  “Slowly roll over onto your stomach and place your arms out straight like you're flying,” she said.  As Mattox, reluctantly, complied, Robin set her rifle down and leaned it against the tipped over cot and took her revolver out of its holster.  She cocked the hammer back so Mattox would know that she was serious.  When he was on his stomach she placed her knee in the middle of his lower back and put her weight into it then put one of the cuffs on his right wrist and locked it.  She pulled his arm around behind him and stuck it under her knee.  Then she grabbed his left arm and yanked it behind him and cuffed it, locking the cuff to the one on his right wrist.  “Now get up.  Slowly.  Don't try anything stupid,” she said, moving off of him and pulling him up, using the handcuffs' chain.

 
“Do you really believe that you are going to take me back to Ford's Prairie all by yourself?”  Mattox asked, slyly, as his mind raced with plans of escape.

 
Robin holstered her revolver and picked up her rifle.  With the muzzle against Matt ox’s back she shoved him forward and out of the cabin.  “You, obviously have your doubts,” she said with a little chuckle.  “Care to make a bet on it?”  She said, tauntingly, then she let out a shrill whistle and a few seconds later Sid trotted into view and over to Robin.  She patted the horse's neck and took the rope that was coiled and laced to her saddle and tied one end, securely, to the chain between the handcuffs.  Then she wrapped it around Matt ox’s waist and tied another knot in front of him.  The other end of the rope she tied to her saddle horn.

 
“My horse is around back,” Mattox said.

 
“It's actually the Lazy M's horse. If they want it they can come and get it,” Robin said as she climbed into Sid's saddle.

 
“Are we both going to ride your horse all the way back to Ford's Prairie?”  Mattox asked.  “He might not make it with the extra weight,” he added.

 
“Who said anything about you riding?” Robin said as she let out enough length of rope so that Mattox could trail behind Sid without getting kicked.

 
“You're going to make me walk all that way?”  Mattox asked, incredulously.  “That's inhumane,” he protested.

 
“What you did to Janice was inhumane, so I won't be losing any sleep about making you hoof it all the way back home,” Robin sneered, angrily.  She nudged Sid with her heels and they were on their way back to Ford's Prairie.

To be continued

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IMMORTAL RECIPES / Milk Chocolate Mocha Mousse Pie
« on: July 26, 2012, 07:31:09 am »
 Milk Chocolate Mocha Mousse Pie





 
Ingredients

 
 
1 teaspoon hot water 1 cup powdered sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons Instant Coffee Crystals                          1 (8 oz.) pkg cream cheese, softened
1 1/4 cups Milk Chocolate Flavored Topping, divided    1 ready-made chocolate graham crust
1 (8 oz.) container frozen whipped topping, thawed, divided
   Preparations

 
 
  • Combine hot water and coffee crystals in small bowl, stirring until coffee crystals dissolve completely. Stir in 1 cup milk chocolate topping until blended.
  • Beat cream cheese in medium bowl with electric mixer on medium speed until smooth.
  • Add 1/2 cup milk chocolate-coffee mixture, mixing until well blended.
  • Gradually add powdered sugar beating on low speed until smooth. Fold in 1 1/2 cups whipped topping.
  • Spread 1 cup cream cheese mixture in bottom of crust.
  • Pour remaining milk chocolate-coffee mixture evenly over top. Spread with remaining cream cheese mixture.
  • Place 1/4 cup milk chocolate topping in small resealable plastic bag. Push to one corner. Cut small tip off corner. Drizzle half over top of pie.
  • Place remaining whipped topping in large resealable plastic bag. Cut medium tip off one corner. Decorate top of pie with small dollops of topping, encircling pie.
  • Drizzle remaining milk chocolate topping over whipped topping.
  • Freeze 6 hours or until firm.

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IMMORTAL RECIPES / Easy Mocha Frosting
« on: July 26, 2012, 07:29:26 am »
 Easy Mocha Frosting

 

 
Ingredients

 
2 teaspoons Instant Coffee Crystals1 teaspoon hot tap water
1 (16 oz.) container Chocolate Fudge Flavored Frosting
       Or 1 (16 oz.) container Milk Chocolate Flavored Frosting

 

 
Preparations

 
 
  • Dissolve coffee crystals in water in a small cup.
  • Make a deep well in center of frosting. Add dissolved coffee.
  • Stir slowly until coffee is completely blended into frosting.
  • Frost your favorite prepared Cake or Brownie Mix with frosting.

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IMMORTAL RECIPES / Cafe Au Lait Ice Cream
« on: July 26, 2012, 07:27:31 am »
 Cafe Au Lait Ice Cream



 
Ingredients

 
 

 
4 teaspoons Instant Coffee Crystals 1/2 cup hot water
2 cups heavy cream 1 (14 oz.) can Sweetened Condensed Milk
1/4 teaspoon almond extract 1/2 cup toasted chopped pecans or almonds*

 
Preparations

 
 
  • Dissolve instant coffee in water in large bowl; cool.
  • Add cream, sweetened condensed milk and almond extract.
  • Beat with mixer 7 minutes or until light and fluffy (mixture will mound but not hold peaks).      * Fold in nuts, if desired.
  • Spoon into 8-inch square baking pan or 9 x 5-inch loaf pan. Cover.
  • Freeze 4 hours or until firm.
  • To serve, scoop into dessert dishes.
>>>>To toast nuts: Place nuts in dry nonstick skillet; cook over medium heat, shaking pan until nuts are lightly browned. <<<<

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MORTALS / Brandon Cavanagh
« on: July 25, 2012, 12:14:13 pm »
Brandon Shea Cavanagh



 

 

 

 
Full Name:Brandon Shea Cavanagh
 
DOB:  08/26/1994
 

Sex:  Male
 
Hair color:  Brown
 
Eye Color: Hazel/Green
 
Height:  5'9”
 
Weight:  170 lbs
 
Nationality:  Irish
 
Residence:  Ireland
 
Personality: Outgoing, happy go lucky, yet, he can be philosophical and serious when the situation calls for it.  He is confident with a boyish humility.  He is goal oriented and focused when it comes to going after those goals.  He is respectful of his elders and to all females...no matter their age or station.  He is athletic and played on his high school soccer team all four years.  He loves horses and has been around them and riding since he was a toddler.  He has 3 first place trophies for the Grand National Steeplechase.

 History:  Brandon was born and raised in Ashfort, Ireland on a small but profitable farm.  When he was five years old his father, Erin Cavanagh, won a thoroughbred mare in a poker game.  When Erin brought the mare home, Brandon fell in love with her and named the sorrel mare, Eirean after a fairy in one of his favorite children's stories.  It was on the third time Brandon rode Eirean when they made a discovery about the horse.  Brandon had gotten her into a full gallop in the sheep pasture but when he began to approach the four foot rock wall that separated the Cavanagh's sheep pasture from their neighbor's and he pulled back on the reins, Eirean got control of the bit on her mouth and no matter how hard Brandon pulled back on the reins, the mare would not stop.  Instead she soared over the wall...much to Brandon and his onlooking parent's surprise.  Brandon hung on until Eirean landed on the other side of the wall, then he was jolted out of the saddle and landed, face down, in the neighbor's blackberry bushes. But in those few seconds that he was soaring over the wall on the mare's back, he discovered what he thought was heaven.  He made up his mind that he was going to learn to ride the jumper so they could fly over every wall, fence, log and stream in the county.

 
When Brandon was 12, he rode in his first steeplechase  He and Eirean's replacement, Liath Saoirse (Gaelic for Silver Freedom), a dapple gray Kinskey gelding took third.  They continued to ride in as many steeplechases as they could enter and when Brandon was 14 he and his Kinskey qualified for their first Grand National Steeplechase in Aintree, England.  They took second that year but they took first the following year.

 
Oir Strioc (Golden Streak), a Palomino colored half Thoroughbred and half Arabian gelding, replaced Brandon's Kinskey after Liath Saoirse began to show signs of arthritis setting into his joints when Brandon was 16 and he and his golden colored jumper took first place in the next two Grand Nationals.

 
After his first place win when he was 17, Brandon was invited to be on the Olympic Steeplechase team for the United Kingdom and he was ready to go when their plow tractor fell off of its blocks when Erin was working on it and crushed him.  There was no way that Brandon could leave his mother to tend to the farm all by herself so he declined the Olympic invitation and stayed home to work the farm.  Four months later, Shiobhan Cavanagh, Brandon's mother, who had been pregnant at the time of her husband's accident, had a miscarriage, which was caused from the over work and emotional upheaval, and she began to hemorrhage  The doctors were unable to stop it and Shiobhan joined her husband in the Afterlife.  In order to pay the bills that had accumulated, Brandon had to sell the farm.  He managed to live off what was left until he landed a job working for The Smaragaid Parthas Ranch in Raheen, Ireland, 121 miles away.
 

Played by Mary
 

11
GENERAL CHIT CHAT / REAL LIFE SUCKS!!!
« on: July 20, 2012, 04:41:49 pm »
I HATE real life.  I have to work in real life and my job interferes with my role playing.  ;D

12
WATCHERS / Linda Morrison (NPC)
« on: July 05, 2012, 03:24:19 pm »
Linda Morrison




 
Full Name: Linda Morrison


DOB: 
11/13/1987


Sex:   
Female


Hair color:
Blond


Eye Color: 
Blue


Height: 
5'7”


Weight: 
115


Nationality:
American


Residence:
Seacouver, WA


Personality:
She is a people person, loyal friend, and

 
History: Linda's husband received a well deserved promotion to the head of security for the headquarters of the West Coast division of the Watchers and the whole family moved to Seacouver, Washington.  Linda had graduated from the Watchers' Academy 6 months before and was waiting a field assignment when the promotion came through and they were transferred from the East Coast headquarters.  She decided to look for a job to help absorb some of the moving costs and she landed a job as a receptionist/secretary for the Bower Agency, a new Security/PI firm. She had to inform headquarters of her new job so that they would be able to contact her as soon as she was assigned to an Immortal and when they discovered that she had, unwittingly, accepted employment at a company owned and operated by one of their unassigned Immortals they didn't hesitate assigning her to be Craig Bower's Watcher.  A few months later David Bradford joined the Bower Agency and not long afterward, became an Immortal.  So Linda was asked to “unofficially” keep an eye on Bradford as well (since she was stuck in their office, answering their phones and scheduling their appointments anyway) and she accepted.  In the 4 years that she has been the Bower Agency's receptionist/secretary she has become an asset that the agency couldn't live without. 

 

13
IMMORTALS / JERALD GARRISON (deceased)
« on: July 05, 2012, 06:17:59 am »
 
Jerald Garrison
 
Full Name:Jerald Garrison


DOB: 1802

Apparent Age: 35-40

Sex: male

Hair color:Grayish Brown

Eye Color:hazel

Height:5'10”

Weight:175

Nationality: American

Residence: San Jacinto, NV

Personality: Hard headed & stubborn, opinionated, independent, determined, territorial, grizzly.

 

History:Not much is known about Jerald Garrison before he arrived in San Jacinto, Nevada in 1839. Garrison was like many people who had come West for the Gold Rush. What specifically brought him to the small mining settlement is unknown as Garrison wasn't a social person...(keeping mostly to himself)...and he always managed to keep the conversation off topics that had anything to do with his life before discovering that he had been misinformed about the presence of gold in San Jacinto but, instead of gold, he discovered the hills that surrounded the small settlement we rich with silver.

 
From 1839to1844 Garrison continued to advance deeper into the mine...never giving up. On a couple of occasions he was forced to hire help because the deeper he went the more dense the rock he had to blast through was. On those occasions, Garrison would ride into town and get into a poker game.  As the night wore on, the weaker players at the table drank more and more so by the time they lost their last pot they were fairly to very drunk.  Broke and inebriated, the offer of a paying job seemed like a life preserver thrown into the sea to save a drowning sailor who had fallen over the ship's railing.  The only drawback was that hangovers and dynamite do not go together well.

 
When Garrison discovered his mine's first vein of silver and he legally registered his claim and the mine it came from...word spread like wildfire through San Jacinto and nearby settlements and those driven by greed and devoid of conscience began to spring to life....each with their own plan to relieve Garrison of his mine and its contents. Determined to advance the tunnels of his mine and equally determined to not let anyone take what was rightfully and legally his, Garrison started working day and night...(sometimes through the night)...setting booby traps for the predators and chipping away at the silver veins that ran through the walls of his mine.

 
Late one night...(his third night of work in a row)...Garrison was so physically and mentally exhausted that his brain wasn’t functioning clearly and he made a fatal error when placing dynamite to blast through some solid rock and before he had strung the fuse just a couple of feet, one of the small dynamite bundles fell from the spot Garrison had placed it.  On its way to the tunnel floor the bundle careened off of a jagged piece of rock that broke into several large pieces and a couple of those pieces landed on a large bundle of dynamite and the tunnel became a long chain reaction of explosions killing and burying Garrison in the ensuing cave-in.

Since Garrison had spent a lot of money in the settlement of San Jacinto the community its citizens got together and got the government to declare the Garrison Mine as an historical landmark and the mine was sealed off but left in tact.

 
Through the following years, as the settlement of San Jacinto, NV grew into a town, the US Parks and Recreation Service built a small camp ground near the entrance of the mine and a plaque telling the history of the Garrison Mine was placed near the entrance.

Although Jerald Garrison was never seen after what would have been his first death, there were times, over the years, that campers reported hearing what sounded like a pick ax hitting solid rock and the smell of bacon frying coming from the mine.  Plus there were a few campers that turned up missing after they decided to sneak over the fence that had been built around the mine's entrance and explore the inside of the mine.

 
Played by Candy

14
REAL ESTATE / Haley & Nikki's Journey
« on: June 14, 2012, 08:24:04 am »
Follow Nikki and Haley's travels across the US.




























15
CHRONICLES / Changes
« on: June 05, 2012, 07:45:21 am »
 Nikki pulls her truck into the parking garage under the building where the Bower Security Agency is located.  She parks and heads for the elevators.  As the elevator door slides shut she wishes she had called to make sure Craig would be there.  Other than a few brief encounters at Joe's, Nikki hasn't really had any conversation of substance with Craig since she turned down his marriage proposal.
Nikki: You've got a lot of nerve, Flynn.

 
Nikki says aloud to the empty elevator car.

 
Nikki: You break the guy's heart and pretty much ignore him whenever he comes into Joe's and here you are getting ready to ask him a huge favor.  Don't be surprised if he tells you to go **** yourself.

 
Nikki says...shaking her head.

 
Nikki:Daddy would be so proud.

 
The elevator comes to a stop and the door slides open.  Nikki steps out of the elevator into the hallway of the 11th floor.  She3 walks halfway down the hallway and stops in front of the double glass doors with “The Bower Security Agency” in gold Old English on the doors.  She takes a deep breath and walks through the doors into the spacious office.  The receptionist looks up and smiles welcomingly.

 
 Linda: Hello.  May I help you?
 
 
Linda asks, still smiling.
 
 
Nikki walks up to the receptionist's counter, smiling back at the woman behind the counter.
 
 
 Nikki: Hi. Is Craig in by any chance?
 
 
Nikki asks, mentally crossing her fingers.  In the 159 years that she has been an Immortal, she has, somehow, managed to not have to change her identity.  She had had to disappear a few times due to publicly dieing or avoiding questions as to why she didn't seem to age like normal people.  But she never has had to change her identity as so many of her Immortal friends have.  Therefore, the process of acquiring a new identity and all of the documentation required to back it up is new to her.  All she knew about it was what she has seen on TV shows and the movies.  She could have gone to Duncan for help but she knew that he would try to talk her into staying in Seacouver and going through legal channels to fight the State's attempt to permanently reunite Haley with the man who had molested her all of her childhood and, even though she had, at one time, been a law enforcer, she had little to no trust in the modern day legal system.
 
 
 Linda: Do you have an appointment?
 
 
Linda asks as she quickly opens Craig's appointment book.
 
 
 Nikki: No.
 
 
Nikki says and smiles, sheepishly.
 
 
Craig has been in a conference room on the 7th floor going over blue prints with with a new Security Systems client. When the meeting wraps up he shakes the hand of the President and CEO of Fred Meyers Stores.
 
 
 Craig: As long as we don't have any last minute changes, we should be able to install the entire system as soon as the electrical work is done.
 
 
 Craig says as he rolls up the set of blue prints and slips them into their cardboard tube. 
 
 
The President and CEO of Fred Meyers Stores, Mary Sammons, thanks Craig and promises to stay in close contact with him about the progress of the new Fred Meyers Super Center being built in Seacouver, then she leaves.
 
 
Craig closes his brief case and leaves the conference room.  Instead of using the elevator to get to his 11th floor suite office, Craig takes the stairs that open into a back hallway inside the Bower Security Agency's suite of offices.  As he opens the stairway door and steps across the threshold into his back hallway, he feels the buzz of another Immortal.
 
 
Nikki is about to apologize to Linda for not making an official appointment when she feels an Immortal buzz and she glances over her shoulder at the glass double doors, expecting to see the source of the buzz walk through them any minute.
 
 
 Linda: Is something wrong?
 
 
Linda asks, seeing the look on Nikki's face...a look she has seen on both Craig and David's faces more than once...(even though she has no idea what it means).
 
 
Craig uses the back hallway to gain access to his office without having to go through the reception area.  The source of the Immortal buzz may only be David but in this city it is better to be safe than sorry. Once in his office, he sets his brief case on the credenza behind his desk, along with the tube containing the new client's blue prints and goes to his office door.  He peers out of the narrow cut glass window next to the door which gives him a clear view of the reception area and sees the back of a familiar red head standing in front of the receptionist's desk and, intently watching the entrance to the suite of offices.  It is the first time he has seen Nicayla outside of Joe's Bar since she rejected his marriage proposal over a year ago. The first few times he had run into her at Joe's after their breakup had been awkward and a bit painful.  But as time went by, those encounters had become easier.  Even after he noticed that she was always accompanied by Adam Pierson and it became more obvious that the two were more than just friends.  He remembers the first time he came to realize that and had surprised himself by thinking, “well...seems as though she has overcome her fear...or aversion to entering into a serious relationship.”  Pierson must be a special person to have been able to get her to drop her wall of steel that protected her heart and kept her from allowing herself to love and be loved.  Special enough to accomplish what he had been unable to do. He didn't feel any animosity toward either of them.  Instead, he was glad to see that Nicayla had finally found the happiness she so richly deserved.  Now what surprised him was the fact that seeing her standing in his reception area...outside of the neutrality of Joe's Bar...none of the old feelings came flooding back.  Only curiosity as to why she was here.  He opens the door of his office and steps into the reception area.
 
 
 Craig: Nikki?
 
 
Craig says as he walks up to the receptionist's desk.
 
 
Linda: Oh you are here.
 
 
Linda says when she sees her boss approaching.
 
 
 Linda: I thought you were still in your meeting.
 
 
Linda says as she grabs a small stack of phone messages and holds them out to Craig.
 
 
 Craig: It just ended.
 
 
Craig explains, taking the messages from his receptionist/secretary.
 
 
Nikki is startled when she hears Craig's voice coming from behind her as she expected him to walk through the glass doors and she turns around...a bit embarrassed.
 
 
 Linda:This young lady would like to see you even though she doesn't have an appointment.
 
 
Linda says, shooting a glance at Nikki that says, “next time call first.”
 
 
 Nikki: I'm sorry to drop in like this, Craig.  If you don't have time to see me....
 
 
Nikki says, looking at Craig, hopefully.
 
 
 Craig: It's Ok, Linda.  Miss Flynn is welcome here anytime.
 
 
Craig says to Linda and smiles.  He gently places one hand under Nikki's elbow and gestures toward his office with the other.
 
 
 Craig: Linda, could you get us a couple cups of coffee, please?
 
 
Craig asks over his shoulder.
 
 
 Craig: Miss Flynn takes hers black with 2 sugars.
 
 
Craig adds and looks at Nikki.
 
 
 Craig: Right?
 
 
Craig asks Nikki to confirm.
 
 
 Nikki: A memory like an elephant.
 
 
Nikki says with a smile.
 
 
 Craig: I'd be a pretty lousy PI without one.
 
 
Craig says with a chuckle.
 
 
 Craig: Let's go into my office.  Shall we?
 
 
Craig says and steers Nikki in that direction as Linda gets up from her desk and heads to the coffee room to comply with her boss's request.
 
 
Nikki nods to Craig and heads for his office.
 
 
 Nikki: Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
 
 
Nikki says, apologetically.
 
 
Craig walks to his desk chair and sits down.
 
 
 Craig: Nonsense.
 
 
Craig says, sitting forward and clasping his hands together on top of his desk.
 
 
 Craig: You look like a woman on a mission.  What can I do for you, Nikki>
 
 
Craig says, looking directly at Nikki.
 
 
Nikki takes a seat in one of the two chairs in front of Craig's desk and smiles at him, gratefully.  After all the time that has passed since she and Craig broke up she still feels a twinge of guilt for not being able to love him the way he had loved her and the way this generous and caring man deserved.
 
 
Linda comes into Craig's office carrying two steaming cups of coffee.  She sets one on the front edge of Craig's desk for Nikki and the other one in a mug that says, “World's Best Slave Driver” she sets in front of Craig.
 
 
 Craig: Thank you, Linda.
 
 
Craig says, smiling at his receptionist/secretary.  One of the best things he had ever done for his growing agency was hiring her.  He wouldn't be able to run this company without her.
 
 
 Craig:  Can you make sure we're not disturbed and clear my calender for the morning?
 
 
Craig asks Linda.
 
 
 Linda: Of course.
 
 
Linda says, dutifully, and leaves the office to return to her desk in the reception area.
 
 
 Craig: Now.  Back to my question.
 
 
Craig says as he picks up his cup of coffee and takes a cautious sip.
 
 
Nikki picks up her own coffee cup...not so much because she wants the hot, caffeinated liquid as she had already consumed at least a pot of coffee before coming here...but just to be doing something with her hands as she tries to look relaxed and casual.
 
 
 Nikki: I need a favor.
 
 
Nikki starts out.
 
 
 Nikki: But I need you to promise this will stay between us...
 
 
Nikki says, looking at Craig, seriously.
 
 
 Nikki: No matter what.
 
 
Nikki adds, then takes a sip of her coffee.
 
 
Craig realizes by Nikki's last comment, how serious this...whatever “this” was...was to Nikki and he has to make a conscious effort to hide his growing concern.
 
 
 Craig: You have my word, Nik.  What's up?
 
 
Craig asks, setting his coffee cup down on his desk and leaning forward.
 
 
Nikki takes a deep breath, then explains the situation with Haley.
 
 
 Nikki: I don't trust today's legal system to do the right thing and need to buy some time while I come up with a better solution so Haley and I need to disappear for a while.
 
 
Nikki, in anticipation of Craig's argument to the contrary, holds up her hand.
 
 
 Nikki: I know I'm stepping over a lot of legal lines, here, but I see no other choice for the moment.  And because of that Haley and I need new identities.  Passports, Ids, birth certificates, etc.  Unfortunately I have never had to do this before and don't know how to go about it.
 
 
Nikki takes a deep breath.
 
 
 Nikki: Can you help me?
 
 
Nikki asks, hopefully.
 
 
Craig picks up his coffee as he digests what Nikki has just told him and asked of him.  His first gut reaction  is one of concern for the legalities of Nikki's situation.  On one hand...there is the effect of aiding and abetting Nikki, who would become a fugitive as the authorities would view her actions as kidnapping, especially if she was planning on her and the teenager leaving the country...which she obviously was planning on doing since she was asking for passports. The ex-cop in him wanted to slam on the brakes and stop Nikki from committing a Federal crime.  If it ever came out that he had helped her in any way....or even knew about her plans and didn't report them...the reputation of the Bower Security Agency would be shattered...not only in Seacouver, Washington but his other offices, Nationwide, as well.  All he had worked so hard to build would be thrown away like today's garbage.  And that would effect, not just himself, but the employees of his Nationwide agency who trusted him with their financial security as well.  On the other hand...during his time as a cop he had seen too many of the atrocities many babies, toddlers, adolescents and young adults were forced to endure at the hands of the adults who were supposed to keep them safe and he hated child molesters and sexual deviants more than the worst serial killers on and off record.  He had always admired Nikki's endeavor to create a safe and loving environment for the victims of such animals by her building the Nua Tosu ranch and opening it to the kids who needed it.  It was one of those few glimpses into the selfless side of Nikki...one of those sides of her that she kept well hidden behind her “tough girl” persona  It isn't the ex-cop in Craig that feels that way, but the human being in him.  And it is also the fact that...even though Nikki had been unable to return his love and had, basically, broken his heart when she rejected his proposal of marriage...he still cared about her because her rejection hadn't stemmed from anything malicious towards him and she was now...as she had been then...a very special lady with a huge heart capable of loving even those whom others might not think worthy and her tenacity and passion for what she believed in...no matter what obstacles were put in her way.  It is this side of Craig that wins out.
 
 
Nikki sits on the edge of her chair, anxiously awaiting Craig's answer.  As she watches him mentally weighing all the odds of her request, the fear that he might turn her down begins to grow and she realizes that her hand holding her coffee cup has begun to tremble.  She quickly sets her cup down on Craig's desk...hoping he hasn't noticed...and sits back in her chair...tucking both hands under her thighs to hide them.  It has been only a few minutes since she had asked for his help...but it seems more like hours.
 
 
Craig gets up from his chair and walks around to the front of his desk.  He pulls the other chair closer to the one Nikki is in and sits down. He reaches out and places his hand on one of Nikki's forearms and gently pulls her hand out from under her leg.  Taking her trembling hand in his, he covers it with both of his hands and leans forward...looking directly into her emerald green eyes.
 
 
 Craig: I'm not going to point out all of the reasons you shouldn't do what you're planning because the Nicayla Flynn I know is intelligent and logical enough to have thought this through, thoroughly, and wouldn't make a decision like this impulsively.
 
 
Craig says, softly.
 
 
Nikki fights to control her trembling...embarrassed and a bit ashamed at being weak...one of the traits of being a stubborn, independent Irish lass.
 
 
 Craig: I do have a few contacts that can create whatever documents you and...
 
 
Craig's memory fails him for a second as he tries to remember the name of the teenager Nikki was changing her entire life for.
 
 
 Craig: Haley?
 
 
Craig says, quirking and eyebrow, questioningly.
 
 
Nikki nods, afraid if she tries to speak she will lose her battle for self control.
 
 
 Craig: ...Haley will need.  Unfortunately their services are not going to be cheap.
 
 
Craig says, still holding Nikki's hand in both of his.
 
 
Nikki takes a slow breath in.  As she does she manages to calm herself enough to be able to speak without her voice shaking.
 
 
 Nikki:  You are going to help me?
 
 
Nikki asks, almost incredulously.
 
 
Craig smiles at her, gently squeezes her hand and nods.
 
 
 Craig: You doubted it?
 
 
Craig asks, a bit amused.
 
 
 Nikki:  I wasn't sure after...
 
 
Nikki hesitates finishing her sentence.
 
 
Craig smiles, reassuringly.
 
 
 Craig: Yes.  I'm going to help you.
 
 
Craig replies.
 
 
 Nikki: I know I'm putting you in a hell of a situation.  I know what you're risking by helping me.
 
 
Nikki admits.
 
 
 Craig: Some things are worth the risk.
 
 
Craig says, letting go of Nikki's hand and smiling at her.
 
 
 Nikki: I don't know how to thank you, Craig.
 
 
Nikki says, gratefully.
 
 
 Craig: Don't give it another thought.
 
 
Craig says as he stands up and walks back to his desk chair...sits down and opens up one of his desk drawers.  He takes out an address book and opens it.  Most of the Bower Security Agency's contacts' phone numbers were on his computer but the ones in this book were ones that weren't for the eyes of anyone who might have (or gain) access to his hard drive.  He thumbs through the book's pages and stops at one in particular.  He looks over at Nikki and gets up...walking back around to the front of his desk.  He holds out his hand to Nikki.
 
 
Nikki places her now steady hand in Craig's and looks up at him questioningly.
 
 
Craig gently pulls Nikki out of her chair and leads her to the door of his office where he stops and turns to face her.
 
 
 Craig:  I would imagine that you have some packing to do besides tying up any loose ends regarding the ranch, etc.
 
 
Craig says, matter of factly.
 
 
 Craig: So go on home and take care of whatever you have to do and let me get to work on what I can do to help.
 
 
Craig says, looking directly into Nikki's eyes and smiling reassuringly.
 
 
Nikki slips her hand out of his and puts her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
 
 
Craig's arms wrap around Nikki, instinctively.
 
 
Nikki kisses Craig's cheek.
 
 
 Nikki:Thank you, Craig.  Thank you.
 
 
Nikki whispers, grateful tears filling her eyes and threatening to fall down her cheeks.
 
 
Craig gives Nikki a quick hug.  Sensing the intensity of her emotions and knowing her well enough to know her Irish pride was battling against displaying those emotions, he lets go of her and steps back a step.
 
 
 Craig: If it will make you feel better, we can say you owe me one and I promise that at some time in the future I will collect.
 
 
Craig says with a smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
 
 
Nikki is grateful for his insight and she is able to control those tears of gratitude.  Instead of letting her emotions take control she smiles at Craig.
 
 
 Nikki:Just don't make it something too complicated.  I hate having to think.
 
 
Nikki says...the smarmy tone returning to her voice.
 
 
 Craig: Oh I plan on it being so complex you'll need a slide rule and a team of scientists to complete it.
 
 
Craig says, teasingly.
 
 
Nikki rolls her eyes as her hand takes hold of the door knob.
 
 
 Nikki: Oh wonderful.
 
 
Nikki says sarcastically.  She opens Craig's office door and gives Craig a half hearted wave then walks through the reception area.
 
 
 Nikki: Thank you.
 
 
Nikki says to the receptionist as she walks past her desk.  A couple of minutes later she steps into the elevator feeling as though a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders.
 
 
Craig waits until Nikki disappears through the glass doors then he closes his office door, returns to his desk and picks up the telephone receiver...dialing the number from the open address book before even listening for a dial tone.
 
 
To be continued

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