<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea stilled when Carlos laid his hand on her chest,<span style="font-style: italic">"Shhh, honey, how about you let me explain first, huh...I resigned right now, because I have the entire story and now I can tell them to the prosecutor without someone silencing me. Didn't you see that the Commissioner wanted to brush it under the carpet..."</span>Lea sat back some into her pillows and visibly calmed down. Carlos took that moment to rest his hand on her uninjured cheek and give her a small kiss.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...Now I have to do it the hard way. They will put dirt on me...but the Chief would have done anyway. See, it starts already..."</span>Carlos said as he gestured towards a TV in the next room. He went over and turned their television back on, Carlos' face flashing onto the screen, then off again as the Commission and Chief were coming out of the building. She listened to the Commissioner and Chief both spout their lies, fury reigniting in her. Her heart monitor beeped a little faster, though not enough to trigger any alarms.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Can you confirm that there had been complaints on the officers Delgado and Stevens, while they worked together?" </span></span>Lea bristled at that. Every officer had been complained about at least once, it wasn't anything new and yet they acted like it was proof of something wrong with Lea and Carlos. Carlos distracted Lea when he pointed to the television at a female reporter,<span style="font-style: italic">"Do you know the female one? She may be interested in some exclusive story, I would say," </span>Carlos stated and Lea squinted her eyes, feeling as if she did recognize the woman.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"That's Mary-Ann Richard of news action channel 5. She wanted to do a segment on my club, but I gave her a better story for something that happened down the road at our competing strip club..." </span>Lea stated excitedly. She knew the woman, and even better, might be with her good graces already. Carlos was looking at his phone to likely call one of his many contacts.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I might still have her number..." </span>she whispered out to Carlos as he dialed a number and put the phone to his ear.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"You just need to get my cell phone for me!"</span>she said quietly, pulling the covers back on as she realized how cold she was.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Where is it, anyway?" </span>she asked as she looked around.<br/><br/>Her stuff had to have been cut off of her when she was rushed into surgery and it was likely the hospital staff had taken her belongings and put them together--but it was just as likely the police had already taken her stuff as evidence. That thought left her in a sort of panic, as her phone had rather important contacts in it that she needed to get a hold of. She had the contacts backed up, but she wouldn't put it past the Commissioner and Chief to find their way into her personal accounts and delete everything she had. She had some things on both of the men and the precinct, hard and digital copies.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"We need to make sure that our homes haven't been looked into yet. No doubt the first course of action is going to be ransacking our homes and tampering with evidence to keep their asses covered!! Fuck, fuck, fuck...."</span>Lea was all worked up again, but this time she laid all the way back down, throwing her good arm over her head to cover her eyes--or at least tried. Her IV pulled on her and she gave a small yelp, having forgotten that it was there.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Yeah, well fuck you too!"</span>she snapped at the crook of her arm, addressing the IV in it. She dropped her head back on her pillow causing a whooshing sound.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Well...at least they won't find drugs at my apartment..."</span>she muttered in effort to cheer herself up. Silently she thanked goodness that Carlos had gotten rid of all of them.