Thread: Wicked Game

Two weeks had passed, two weeks and Celeste had refused to see him every time. He'd tried her apartment, he'd tried her office. She knew about the attempts, of course. Her security was top notch. But she couldn't face him, knowing that both he and the only other important man in her life had hated each other enough to slug it out. She, of course, didn't know it had only been a single hit each. She was still furious, and no matter what Mei Lee told her, she refused to see either of them. The tiny oriental woman was worried. In two weeks, Mei Lee had watched her best friend refuse to eat, barely function at work, until finally she'd had enough and had sent the redhead home. After more than two weeks and still no sign of improvement, Mei Lee had decided she was going to take and drag her out shopping one morning to get her out of this funk. Only to find Celeste puking her guts up into the toilet. Not the most promising of starts. My god, you're pregnant! I am not... Celeste muttered even as she retched again. She wouldn't have been able to answer the door, luckily Mei Lee had her own key. Yes, so that's why the girl with the stomach of iron is worshiping the porcelain gods.... Celeste gave her a glare. I am not pregnant. I can't be pregnant. I got the IUD a few years ago. Mei Lee conceded the point, but chuckled nonetheless. She'd gone through this with her own twins not that long ago. And she was even tinier than Celeste was currently. Humor me. I'll go get a pregnancy test from the pharmacy down the street. You'll take it and we'll let medical science decide. Celeste gave her a glare, but acceded. A few short minutes, Mei Lee appeared back with a small bag in tow. Since you want to stay so close to your god, you go ahead and do this. I'll be out in the living room. Celeste muttered and grumbled but did as she was told. After the rather messy business was concluded, she left it in the bathroom and came out to the living room. It's negative. Mei Lee shrugged. It is what it is. Maybe it is just stress. Ring, ring... It was Celeste's phone ringing, and the woman picked it up, especially once she saw exactly who it was. Hey Charlie! How are you? A job? She looked at Mei Lee, who frowned, she knew what it meant when Charlie called. At the same time, she also felt like it might be something to get Celeste's mind off of things. She motioned for her to take it, she'd not interfere this time. She wasn't pregnant, after all. And she had seemed to perk up, which compared to the last two weeks was an improvement she'd take no questions asked. That's horrible! Of course I'll help! Once Cel had the details down, she looked over at Mei Lee. I'm going to pack and head out. Think you can lock everything up once you've made sure that I have enough food here like I know you were planning? Mei Lee at least managed to look shamefaced. She just wanted to make sure that her friend was taken care of. Was that so bad? She doubted it. But she nodded, and Celeste was off packing, although it didn't take her long, it never did really. Giving Mei Lee the details of how to get a hold of her, Celeste was off again leaving Mei Lee to wonder if the girl would ever settle down. She walked through each of the room, pausing in the room that had belonged to Danielle. Would Celeste ever be able to go into this room again? Pushing the unhappy thought away with the thought of her own two lovely children, Mei Lee stopped in the bathroom and paused. Was that... Oh god, Celeste hadn't waited the full amount of time. It was positive! Mei Lee ran to the window only to see Celeste driving off, and other than leaving a message for her with Charlie, there was no way to contact her until the mission was over. Fuck! Mei Lee was flipping out. She'd just sent her best friend off on a suicide mission while pregnant. She'd never forgive herself if something happened to her. She thought for a moment about her husband, but no, he was not someone to send into the middle of nowhere with no knowledge. He'd likely level the entire zone without asking questions. She loved him dearly, but she knew when something wasn't his style. Instead, she picked up the phone and called their security detail. Marcos, I need information on one Kael Vali. See if you can get me a number. It's high priority. She also gave the address of the garage. If there was a way to find his number, Marcos could do it. If the man owned property, he could be found. Once found, he would be getting a great number of calls until he either answered or called back the number she would left on his machine. Mr. Vali, this is Mei Lee Akimoto. I am a friend of Samantha's. I need to speak to you. Please call me back at xxxxxx-xxxx. It is urgent. Thank you.