You Don’t Know Me!

Two Hours Later

"Jimmy, I know you wanted to go home early, but we have a situation I think you should handle quietly."  The Chief's voice was strained; he began chewing Rolaids again motioning Jimmy into his office. A few heated words could be overheard through the door.  There was a series of shadows moving across the window before Jimmy flew out of his office.

Jimmy looked at his partner for a long time before speaking. "You and I get to play babysitter. It seems NARC busted some kids tonight, and one of them just happened to be Marvin Olsen-Myers's daughter. He has put heat on the Mayor, who placed heat on the chief, who is now giving her to us."

"Isn't he the Ambassador to the United Nations?" Natalia paused, already knowing what type of political event this was going to form.

"Yeah, and he is the one who wants to replace this entire department. He is also the one heading the investigation into the department for misuse of powers.  Come on, let's get the kid before the press does."

"I am no babysitter.  I am afraid little Miss Dopehead is out of luck."

"Come on Nat, she isn’t all that bad.  I know her.  I have been watching her since she was thirteen.  I busted her back then and she ended up being adopted by Olsen-Myers.  All we have to do is drive to her house, in one piece which means not a scratch on the little princess."

"Bah, back in Russia," Natalia spoke with a thick Russian accent.  "If a kid is busted for drugs, they stay in jail no matter who the father is."

"Normally I would agree, but this time knowing what her father can do I say let's just pick her up.  Give her a quiet ride home, and maybe have a job tomorrow?"  Jimmy set his hand on her shoulder.  "We can keep it out of the papers and maybe just maybe get back to looking for this killer."

"Deal," she said, jumping up fast.  "I drive though," she smiled, walking out ahead of him.

Jimmy and Natalia picked Miss Olsen-Myers up from booking and proceeded to the garage. Jimmy closed the door and glanced at Nat, there was more he wanted to say about Yada, but he wasn’t sure about his partner.

After pulling away from the police station, Jimmy adjusted the mirror, so he could see Yada.  "I thought you were going to stay clean?"  He asked.

"I thought you weren't going to pry."  She said, eyeing him.  She huffed.  "Look I didn't mean that towards you.  Tonight was a strange night even for me."  Yada glanced at the woman.  "So, who's the woman?"  It was phrased as a question, but Yada didn't care.

"This is my partner.  You can trust her."  Jimmy looked sideways at her.  He couldn't believe he had just said what he did.

"Whatever," was Yada's answer.  "You know I have to make a scene when I get out," she offered, seeing the house come into view.  "If I know my step monster, she has the press lurking somewhere.  Or even worse, the house is being watched by someone else.  I have appearances to keep."

"I have an idea."  Natalia turned to lock eyes with the younger woman. “Why not just behave?”  Natalia looked Yada over, there was something exchanged between the two of them.  “Never mind, you do what you need to do.”

“Where is your dad?”  Jimmy asked.  He hadn’t seen him in a few weeks.

“No clue, he left saying he would be gone a week, that was a month ago.  Probably off doing who knows what.”

“Did you speak to Noah and see if he heard anything about him?”  Jimmy asked.

“No, I’m not on good terms with him,”  Yada replied, opening the car door.  “You know I have to do it, Jimmy,” she added.

Jimmy and Natalia both exited the car.

"My father is going to have your badges come sunrise," Yada said, getting out of the car.  She grinned.  "The two of you are going down."

Natalia walked to her and got extremely close. "Your father can try Miss Olsen-Myers, but we were not the ones smoking drugs, were we?

Yada leaned in close.  "Thanks.  He was right.  You're cool."

“Take care, and if you need anything call us,”  Natalia said softly.

Yada walked up the steps to her house, looking over her shoulder; she flipped the two officers off.  She walked through the house dreading being there.  When she walked into her room, she saw how the police had tossed it.  After putting the mattress back on the bed, she flopped across it.  She rolled to her side looking for a pack of cigarettes that should have been in the top drawer.  She looked to the door where her stepmother was now standing with her arms across her chest in protest.  "What, don't you think you have done enough already," Yada said, lifting on her elbows to look into the woman's eyes.

"Your father may think the world of you, but you and I both know what a slut you are. Now," her fingers locked together below her chin.  "Get your shit and get out, or we can do this the hard way. I have cut off your bank account, and I want you gone from my home."  Her voice was cold and uncaring.

"Yeah right,” she found the cigarettes, rolled to her back, and grabbed a pillow.  “As soon as my dad hears about this you are so out of here, Sandra. We both know you are the flavor of the moment.”  She smirked.  “And I know he would love to know how you feel about me."

"Not so fast Yada," Sandra said as she folded her arms over her chest again. "Your father does not know of your life on the streets, but I do.  I will make damn sure he knows everything, including how you behave with those boys you bring home."

"Sandra, you don't know me or my friends or even what my father knows or doesn’t know.  If you did, you would know how I act with those boys." Yada said getting up off the bed and walking angrily to her bedroom door. She gripped the doorknob reading to slam it shut.

Sandra smiled and licked her lips, as the back of her hand landed across Yada's face. The ring Sandra was wearing sliced through Yada's left cheek spilling blood over the wall and carpet.

Yada's hand came to her cheek holding the pooling blood.  She looked in shock and then saw nothing but red.  She pushed Sandra back with such force it knocked her into the hallway wall. "Sandra, don't you ever fucking touch me again," Yada screamed out turning to move back into her room.

"Jayden.  Craig,” she called to her bodyguards.  “Would you come get this unruly drug addict out of my home," Sandra ordered with complete calmness.  She straightened her hair and necklace before fixing her earring.

She turned around as a stain of red slowly dripped along her cheek. Jayden and Craig must have been in the hall waiting because before she could shut the door, they were there taking her hands.  Jayden twisted her, and Craig forced her arm behind her back.  There wasn’t much of a fight as they escorted her through the house. Yada had done her best to free her arms, but the two men were stronger than she thought.

"Wait!" Sandra called out as she caught up to them. She turned Yada around, and with a smile balled her fist and with some force hit Yada's jaw. "Never come here again, you are now dead to all of us," Sandra said through gritted teeth.

Yada's head snapped back as her vision faded and Sandra's voice slowly filtered into echoes, and the world spiraled into darkness. Somewhere in a floating sea of emeralds, she felt her body falling.