The Reynolds/Bradshaw Connection Chapter One
The Reynolds/Bradshaw Connection
This is my first fic of any nature, so please leave helpful criticism. The characters from the movie, along with the idea for a gang by the name of Pink Thunder belong to Angela Robinson, the masterful writer of D.E.B.S.
If you’ve seen the movie you know the soundtrack is very important, so I am going to try to include a song for each segment, download the songs and enjoy!
Opening lyrics belong to “I Could Not Ask For More” by Edwin McCain, and the closing lyrics come from Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again (On My Own).” Any and all comments and reviews are welcome, positive or negative. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Shared Secrets
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Lying here with you,
Listening to the rain,
Smiling just to see,
The smile upon your face,
These are the moments,
I thank God that I’m alive,
These are the moments,
I’ll remember all my life,
I found all I’ve waited for,
And I could not ask for more.
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Lucy’s POV
A single canvas, on which a plethora of vibrant colors combined to form a beautiful landscape. Water rolled in the ocean as the sun shone down on the dock where two women sat side by side, arms around each other.
A perfect picture, one which I was actually living here in Barcelona. The beautiful artist lay peacefully in bed, a hint of a smile on her face. As I glanced over, I decided not to wake her. How could I have been so lucky? I mean, what had I done to deserve this good fortune? I had thought I loved the unlawful life, but even when I was the Lucy Diamond, on top of the criminal world, I never dreamed that I’d be as happy as she made me (especially at the same time that those Australians and their attitudes still existed).
I felt a hand on my hip and thought for the thousandth time just how right I felt with Amy Bradshaw. “Hey babe,” I said, turning my head to give the blonde a quick kiss.
“It’s not even 6, Lucy. What’re you doing not in bed?”
“Just admiring a perfect picture,” I replied as Amy pressed closer to me, holding me with her arms around my shoulders.
“Oh, this one? Yeah, I really like it too. A couple days ago the inspiration just hit me, and you know, I think it’s pretty good, reminds me of us.” She paused a bit, seemingly looking over the painting as well. “Wait a minute. Lucy, this was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I asked. Of course, I knew just as well as she did that tomorrow was our anniversary; last year to the day, it was the day that I had captured her, the beginning of her seven “horrible days in captivity.”
“Lucy, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what tomorrow is.” She was actually getting a bit riled up.
“Okay, yes, I know, it’s our anniversary. I didn’t know if you’d count it as tomorrow though. At Endgame, it didn’t sound as though you had much fun.” I looked back at her and smiled.
“Lucy, you know I didn’t mean anything I said up there, Petrie and Max, they practically forced me into saying it.”
“I know, but still, I thought you might start counting at Endgame.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind having two anniversary presents a year.” I could live with that, two special days so close to each other. I could just imagine some of the activities we could be doing. As if she could read my mind, she started nibbling on my ear.
“I know I certainly wouldn’t mind getting two of these perfect pictures as presents so close together.”
“Well…I know another perfect picture I’d like to create with you.” She could drive me crazy, and she knew it. With her trailing kisses up and down my neck, I was like putty in her hands.
“That other picture wouldn’t have anything to do with the object behind us?” I mockingly asked, motioning towards our bed.
“Oh, it has EVERYTHING to do with that.”
“Good, in that case, I’ll let the artist go to work.” I said as she led me towards the bed by the hand.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Sometimes, she could make some very enticing offers.
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Amy’s POV
If this was heaven, then the woman lying next to me on the bed was an angel. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that this beautiful woman used to be Lucy Diamond, my “archnemesis.” This woman, who didn’t even believe in taking lives, was portrayed to be such a monster by D.E.B.S. headquarters that it was humorous to even think about it. On the same note, however, sometimes, she could make the fact that she used to be my enemy infuriatingly obvious. Still, through all the good and bad times we have had so far together, I would always be her Amy and she would always be my Lucy.
When I made the decision of a lifetime that night at Endgame, I never could have imagined things would work out the way they had. I learned through Janet and Scud that for her actions that night in standing up to Max, Janet had earned her striped and shortly thereafter, Max, Janet, and Dominique had all earned their badges and become official D.E.B.S. Somehow, they had also accomplished the impossible. They had cleared Lucy and my names.
Ms. Petrie has a lot of power, as I have discovered. When she speaks, every national agency and several international agencies listen. She had many discussions with Max, Janet and Dominique about Lucy Diamond before the D.E.B.S. had convinced her of her final decision. Max’s logic was simple, but powerful. Max argued that by our relationship, I would prevent Lucy from continuing her criminal ways. She also argued that there would be an impractical waste of federal money wasted if the government did decide to pursue us. Convinced by Max’s argument, Petrie herself convinced the president to grant us a full pardon.
Of course, this also meant that I was indebted to the D.E.B.S. It had been a long time since our pardon, and I had not had to fulfill my obligation. So, while part of me was surprised, I was not at all shocked when I played the messages on my voicemail and heard Max’s voice.
“Amy, this is Max. I need to speak to you, I’m sure you know why. Call me on a secure line in private. You know the D.E.B.S. headquarters number, my extension is 629.”
Lucy currently was sleeping, so I went out to our balcony. Despite the fact that we were not in any danger whatsoever, Lucy insisted on having Scud get us a couple untraceable cell phones. I dialed D.E.B.S. headquarters and the extension, noticing as I did so that the extension spelled out the word “M-A-X.” Why in the world would the make extensions so obvious. It’s almost as if they were begging villains to call Max’s extension. After two rings Max picked up.
“Hello, this is Max.” It felt good to hear her voice again. Even though she had been the one most intent on capturing Lucy and I, she was the reason we got away. That was a fact I would never forget.
“Hi Max, it’s Amy.”
“Amy, I need you to listen.” That was Max, no pleasantries, always straight to business. It irked me a little, but I learned to accept it a long time ago. “Remember that favor you owe me? I’m going to need to call that in now.”
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Lucy’s POV
Wow, that girl could really tire me out. Most of the time I was more tired after sex with her than I ever was after stealing priceless jewelry from high security vaults in my heyday in my other life. Amy could get me more exhilarated than crime ever could. If I ever even had a doubt that we were meant to be together, I would just remind myself that this girl had made me give up everything else I loved in this world, and I would do so again in an instant for her. Unfortunately these feelings were the reason why not being able to tell her what was on my mind was weighing on my conscience.
Yesterday, I had gotten a call from Pink Thunder, my former gang. Pink Thunder was really a criminal parallel to the D.E.B.S., it was a crime syndicate headed by males, although all the field agents were females. When I was in this group, I discovered my sexual-orientation, and frankly with all the beautiful women in that gang wearing tight clothing, it was a wonder that not many agents ended up lesbians. Anyway, they had called me yesterday as I was working renting boats to tourists down by the docks. They were calling in a long overdue favor.
You see, Pink Thunder isn’t just the criminal D.E.B.S., we also had a little obsession with the movie “The Godfather.” The head of our organization, and the bane of Ms. Petrie’s, was called Dr. Corleone. His actual name was just as humorous, Dr. Head, seeing as how he headed the organization, but I digress. Corleone took the same kind of “I scratch your back and you scratch mine” attitude that Marlon Brando’s character had in the movies. In other words, we had to make him an offer he couldn’t refuse if we wanted any favors. In my case, after my father died, I had made a deal where, if Corleone could pull a few strings and put the Schaeffer family behind bars and end our families’ blood feud, he could call in three favors at any time after I took over the Reynolds Crime Syndicate.
Corleone had called in that first favor in Reykjavik. To this day, no one outside of Scud, myself and Corleone knew that the Ice Diamond, the symbol and pride an joy of Iceland had been replaced by a fake. Regardless of the fact that it was one of Scud’s best fakes, it should not have been able to fool a trained jeweler. Still, to tell you the truth, there probably weren’t enough people in Iceland to have anyone who really cared that it had been stolen.
Then yesterday, Corleone called out of the blue and told me to look in today’s Barcelona Times for the message that would be delivered in the usual Pink Thunder fashion. Amy was out on the balcony, looking amazing in the white satin robe I had bought her when we first arrived in Barcelona, so now was my chance. I hated keeping this from her, but I feared her reaction if she knew that I would be involved in a criminal activity. Opening up to the auto ads, I spotted what I was looking for. Pink sports car with lightning/thunder paint job the description stated. Sometimes, seeing things like this, I wonder if the title Criminal Mastermind is actually a misnomer. Knowing the typical Pink Thunder code system, I started underlining various letters of each of the words.
If the word began with any of the first twelve letters of the alphabet, from A to L, you would divide the number of letters in the word by two, three, four, or five depending on what it was divisible by and underline the letter in the index specified from the left. If the word started with the letter M, you would divide the number of letters in half and if the number of letters was odd, you would take the left-most middle number, if the word started with N, one would follow M’s steps taking the right-most middle number. Finally, if the word started with the last twelve letters, from O to Z, one would repeat the steps for the first twelve letters but start counting from the right to find the letter the index specified. For each number, the index would be given by the first number in the sequence.
In the end I was left with the message “Meet at Port Suérvo at 1300 hours. Come alone.”
Looks like I had a job to do.
I looked out to the balcony, saw Amy on the phone and her Amy a smile that belied my gut feeling. She smiled and waved back. Sometimes, I really don’t deserve my good fortune.
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Amy’s POV
So I had a mission to do with the D.E.B.S., I really didn’t like keeping things from Lucy, but I had sworn to her that I was done with all the D.E.B.S. missions for good. I didn’t want her to know about this. Max also had a way of making people feel guilty that made me question whether telling Lucy or not was the right decision.
I looked inside the glass door that our house had from the bedroom to the balcony. Lucy looked stunning with nothing but the bed sheets covering her, she was reading the newspaper. Sometimes, I think we have a psychic connection and can feel each others moods. This instance reinforced that notion, as she looked up and gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled back and waved at her, even though the thought of keeping this from her was killing me inside.
“Alright Max, just repeat the basics. We’ll go over the plans once you get to Barcelona.”
“A crime syndicate just arrived in Barcelona, we believe they’re planning to break into the Picasso Museum and steal priceless paintings.”
“So what’s this syndicate called again?” I asked, I was only half listening before. That Lucy, she really could tire me out.
“Were you even listening before?” Max asked, “The group we’re after calls themselves the Pink Thunder.”
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I don't know where I'm going
but I sure know where I've been,
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
And I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again.
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