BE,S TGIB: My story
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Company. All other characters can be blamed on the author (he, however, is not responsible for all of their actions at all times, being barely responsible for himself most of the time….).
This is a part of the Blue Eyes, Shining JadeKimVerse, just a different viewpoint….
This is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work.
A/N Forward:
Questions:
Who is the girl in blue?
Answers:
You'll find out here, in TGIB: My story.
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Chapter 7: sleep, and smoke
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I'm back, but only for a few more minutes.
It's amazing what goes through your mind when you're about to die….
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October 31, 2008: 10.30 MDT.
Out of classes, and still, something bothered me. It's the break-ins that don't seem to stop.
'I know there had to be something, somewhere, that I'm not picking up' was running through my mind as I walked into the house and headed for my room.
I went back through my notes from last year's break-ins, and I found one thing: all of the break-ins appeared to have occurred after One AM: this showed up in the interview notes, but nowhere in the police reports.
In Middleton, three of the houses broken into had a person who worked late evenings and returned home after midnight, and they all fell asleep in their kitchens, making a late night sandwich for dinner before retiring.
I checked the Go City records: the same pattern occurred, but the people awake were students.
I looked at this year's Middleton break-in: same pattern.
So, the crook had to work late before he or she started their 'second job.'
Quick search: jobs that work until approximately midnight with pay under US $40K annual, then same with pay between US $40K and 80K annual.
Subsequent search: take results of both, and correlate to percentage of these individuals with a criminal record: hey, gotta start somewhere.
Now, gotta go help Mom with Dinner: Mom's got the Stew-fever, and she's got it started.
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October 31, 2008: 18.45 MDT.
I could not believe it.
My idiot little brother did something nice!
After dinner, I went to pick up the dishes off the table, but he stopped me.
"Sarah, it's my turn," he said, pushing my hands away from the soup bowls.
"All right: who are you and what have you done with Stewart?"
"I finally woke up, Sarah, and realized how badly I've treated you, and you've never retaliated against me," Stewart said with a smile, but something was wrong.
"All, right, Stewart, spill: what's really going on?"
"DR. LOAD, ALL RIGHT, THAT'S WHAT GOING ON!"
Stewart never yelled at me, and he burst into tears.
"He came to our school today for 'Alumni Day' at the middle school, even thought he was there when he was seven," Stewart spilled, "and we got to ask him all sorts of questions about Team Possible, and someone asked him about Stephanie, and he told us about losing his big sister, and I don't ever want to lose you, Sarah, I love you, so, now, are you happy, you made me cry!"
Wow.
Stwart was actually growing up.
"I love you too, Stewart: that's the only reason I haven't sent you over to Dr. Possible for a space probe fitting," I grinned and ruffled his hair.
He hated it as much as Wade did.
Dad looked at me and smiled.
"All right, now, this will be the day that I die: my idiot little brother told me he loves me," I joked.
"SARAH! Don't even joke about that!" he smiled through his tears, and laughed.
"I'll do the dishes, too, Sarah: you've got enough, and it's about time I started to 'carry my Load,' around here," and I winced and smiled.
"Works for me, Stewart," and I hugged him.
"Aww, man, now I have to get rid of the sister cooties," I heard him exclaim as I left the dining room.
Some things never change, and I went into my room and closed the door before I cried for Wade, for Stephanie, and for Stewart. Kids shouldn't have to deal with things like that.
The top selection on my search was musician.
I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"All right, let's take musicians, all genres, and cross-reference Go City and Middleton for common artists.
The search took over 50 minutes, but it only brought back one name:
Motherboards.
I checked the police records for Go City, and things were feeling even stranger now:
There were no break-ins there that followed these patterns when the Motherboards weren't in town.
I had not done a negative search: stupid, stupid, stupid.
Something was past strange, and I needed to talk to Chip.
I called his cell, and Dale answered.
"Chip's phone, this is Dale."
"Dale! Hey, it's Sarah."
"D'OI, Sarah: caller-id."
"Hey, is Chip there? I need to ask him some questions."
"Sure, Sarah. Come on over to the garage: Chip's out, but he'll be back by the time you get here."
"K, Dale. Later."
"Later, Sarah."
Click.
I've got to talk to Chip.
I need to check in with Wade.
IM: not active.
OK, send email:
'Wade: something doesn't make sense. I'm going to see Chip at his parent's garage: I think the Motherboards are somehow involved in the burglaries. S.'
Send.
Good. Now, my sweater, and I'm off.
"Mom, I'm going out. May I borrow the car?"
"Certainly, Sarah. Take mine; I'm in for the night.
"Will you be gone long?"
"I don't think so, Mom: just running to talk to Dale and Chip."
"All right, see you later, dear."
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I wish I'd told them I loved them….
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I pulled up and saw Chip's car parked there: good, he was already here, but why hadn't he called?
Alex's car was here, too. I knew that Chip had talked about her as a possible new band member, but I hadn't heard any more since last summer about it.
I parked the car, turned off the engine, and got out of the car, heading into the side door into the garage.
No music: must be between numbers.
I opened the door: dark inside.
I smelled smoke, coming from somewhere….
I stepped in, and closed the door.
I felt something sharp and cold on my neck, and the lights came on.
"Sorry, Sarah, you shouldn't be here," Dale with a knife?
"You need to join them, so strip," he pulled the knife away, and I felt a hard object in my back.
I looked over, and Alex, Jennifer, and Chip were all tied up and gagged. Alex and Jen were tied to the chairs wearing only bra and panties, and Chip only had his boxers on.
"Match them," he pushed whatever he had into my back again, and I removed my sweater, then my blouse and pulled my pants down, stepping out of them.
"Good, now take them and dump them over there," he pointed at a large pile of clothes. He pushed me, and I felt the hard and cold of a pistol barrel in my back.
I picked up my clothes and carried them over, dropping them into the pile.
"Now, you turn: in the chair," he laughed as he pushed me to a chair between Chip and Jennifer.
"Sit," he commanded, and I sat down.
"Arms behind," and I complied; he tied my arms behind me, and then pulled the rope taut. He then tied all four of us together, our arms all taut and joined.
"Last one in, Sarah, so you get to ask questions before I gag you," Dale came in front of me, and he had a silly shirt on that read "SleepyTime" and had a pillow underneath the word.
"What's going on, Dale?"
"I'm sorry you had to come over, Sarah: you'd have only fallen asleep, and you'd never have known who killed your friends and your boyfriend.
"Now, you'll have to die with them, so there'll be some sort of kinky death pact going between the four of you. I'll position the bodies later, after I'm finished and comeback, and you'll still be asleep, so you won't care who you're with.
"You came onto Jen, Alex killed you, Chip killed Alex, and then in a fit of sorrow killed himself: that's what the police will find in the morning when I call them.
"Won't that be sad?" he laughed maniacally, and I tried to hide my fear.
"Why, Chip?"
"The killing? No witnesses.
"Are you doing the break-ins, Dale?" and I saw the shocked look on Chip's face. Good, he didn't know; I didn't think he did, but I was worried that he might have been sucked in, somehow.
"I need money, and this is the fastest way to get it. I owe some really bad people money for lots of cocaine, Sarah, and they want their money before Christmas," and he laughed. "I guess they need to do their Christmas shopping, or something," he mused, then donned a ski mask.
"What are you doing to do?" I asked; the TV shows always said that you should delay the criminal as long as possible.
"I'm pumping the gas into the city water system as we speak: the entire town will be out, and I'll move at my leisure. I should get enough from this to pay them back, and I'll have a bonus: I took out a life insurance policy on Chip, so I'll collect on that, as well, as a grieving friend. We might even have a memorial concert for Chip," he laughed as he came at me with a gag.
"I love you, Chip!" I yelled as he shoved the gag into my mouth, then pulled it tight and wrapped another rag around it so I couldn't spit it out.
"How sweet," he mocked me? He's sooo gonna get it when I get out of this…if I get out of this….no, Sarah, it's When you get our of this: think positive.
"This shouldn't take long," he nodded. "You'll fall to sleep, and you'll still be asleep when I get back and administer the fatal dosage: that way, I'll be able to position the bodies the way I want," he grinned as he walked over to Jennifer, pulled her gag down and kissed her mouth, holding her head as she tried to pull away from him.
"You liked it, didn't you?" and before she could reply, he shoved the gag back into her mouth.
"See, Alex: she wants me, not you," and he giggled as he thumped Alex on her bra.
I knew where he was coming next, and I was mentally ready.
"And, dear Sarah," and he reached down and cupped me, and Chip:
"MMMMMNMMNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" screamed through his gag.
"See, Chip, she really wants me, not you," as he pulled me through my bra.
'I'm going to kill him,' I thought.
"Now, it's 'Sleepy Time' for all of you," he turned on a faucet and let water begun to run slowly into the laundry room sink.
He held up his gas mask and grinned.
"Sorry, but I'm not ready to sleep: I still have work to do."
"Goodbye, Sarah," and he donned his mask and turned the water on full.
I looked over at Alex: tears were coming down her face.
I looked at Jennifer, and she was staring at Alex: the love on her face was timeless.
I looked, finally, at Chip: tears were streaming down his face, and I know what he was trying to tell me:
'I love you, Sarah,' and
'I'm sorry.'
'I love you, Chip,' I looked at him and he nodded.
He understood.
'Stewart: I'm sorry: I really didn't plan to die today, it just happened that way.
'Mom, Dad, Everybody: I love you all.
'Wade, please come. Please come, and soon, little brother…' and as I passed out to the sound running water and Dale, breathing through the mask, I realized that I had no idea where the smoke smell was coming from...
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The conclusion of this story can be found in chapter 9 of Training Table Blues.
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Author's afterward:
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I only dreamed that Sarah could have this many fans out there, in here. All she ever wanted was to not be forgotten; Sarah, I think you've got that, now more than ever. All errors therefore, are strictly mine as Sarah's historian.
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The upcoming final chapter of BE,S 2: Training Table Blues (chapter 9) will tell the next piece of Sarah's story; her involvements with Wade and Jocelyn forward will be fast-paced and even more dangerous.
JAKT's KIM POSSIBLE: Rewind, Play and Fast Forward will give the readers a different viewpoint of Sarah's life, both past and present.
I must thank JAKT for being more than receptive to my ideas as well as allowing me to integrate into their world (the JadeKimVerse just got bigger!) and work with them. This team (father/daughter...I just love the idea of the two of them, working together) has some wonderful work going, and I highly recommend that you pay them a visit and review.
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And, to those unannounced readers who have read and not reviewed: thanks for stopping by. I hope I've given you some laughs, a few tears of sadness and lots of tears of happiness. This is for you, those who feel voiceless.
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Thanks again for reading, and please review.
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