William, wide-eyed and shaken, tried to run for it. Erin grabbed his wrist and wrestled him to the ground. "What's going on. William?" she asked, trying to keep him down.
William wimpered, "Please don't hurt me! Please, I'll be quiet. Please..." then he began to sob. Erin gently put her hand on his head and awkwardly patted him. "T-there there..." she tried to console him, "No one's gonna hurt you here."
SImon didn't say anything at Erin's last comment. Honestly, from what info they had so far, this guy was almost certainly someone with an alias, which couldn't mean anything good. But since they had no proof of an actual crime centered around this guy, just knowing something was up, he tried not to seem offputting. "Can you tell us why you came here?" He asked.
William, still shaking, looked at Simon. "Th-th-They're trying to kill me. Please help, they'll kill them too...It's not they're fault...I didn't mean to do that...It was a mistake..." He began to sob. Erin looked at Simon. "What do you think?"
"That's he's a total nut. I mean, I want to help him, but so far he's giving us nothing, and the alias doesn't help." He turned to the guy. "Why didn't you just call the police? You need a phone or something? What do you want us to do? If you already know who's trying to kill you, not much for us to solve."
William screamed, "THE POLICE!! THE POLICE ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!!" Erin's eyes rose. "Wait, what?" He sobbed and spoke, "I have a top secret job at the F.B.I. and I was hired to watch a certain man suspected of being involved with a well known terrorist. My partner in the case and I got too close and they found us. Now he's dead and they're looking for me. They found out who I am! THEY HAVE MY FAMILY!! The guys were dressed as cops, and the badges looked real...I don't know what to do, but I saw your ad...I really need your help." Erin sat silently through his explanation, then turned to Simon. "Like I said," she commented, "Not solving this one lickety-split."
"And let me guess, the FBI can't or won't do anything about it. Typical." He wasn't rattled at all by the man's story, only a bit intruiged, if anything. "But what do you want us to do? We're detectives, not vigilantes."
Erin thought for a moment, then said, "If you're REALLY with the F.B.I. then show me your badge." William, with hands shaking, took out a leather I.D case and opened it. It looked real enough. His name was actually Leo Parker. "Okay, Leo then. Why won't the F.B.I. help you?" He put the I.D back in his pocket, saying, "They said it was a suicide mission." Erin looked at him blank-faced. "Then why do you think we could do any better?" He looked her up and down and said, "Well, maybe you can 'convince' them to give you some info for starters." Her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'convince'?" He moved his hands in a 'come on' motion, "You know, use your feminine charms or somethin'. Maybe beat a guy for info. You look capable. Maybe with a bit of effort, we can make you look like a girl." Erin raised her head, as if she were looking at the ceiling. Then she brought her forehead down hard onto Leo's. He fell to the floor, out cold.
Simon laughed out loud when she knocked the guy out. "I don't blame you. "Femnine charms" indeed, guess the who.re house was closed. Anyway, you wanna help this guy? I mean, we should, cuz its right and stuff, but really...what can we do? Some undercover work?" He nudged her and raised his eyebrows, "Your "feminine charms"?"
Erin smirked, even though her head now throbbed. "Shut up." she said, humor in her voice. She thought for a minute, then said, "Well, we might get a metal for helping out this d***."
(Don't know if this counts but... TAG, YOU'RE IT.)
((sure it counts!))
"I don't care if we got a million dollars," said Simon, "if we can't even do it. Seriously, how would we do this? I do like the idea of a medal, though.." he patted his chest and stood up a little straighter.
Erin rubbed the back of her neck and said, "Well, I do know some guys, but their methods aren't exactly legal."
"If you haven't noticed, neither is this," Simon said, motioning to the man. "In all honesty, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we simply turn this guy away. If there's anything we can do, I say we do it."
"Okay then," said Erin, "I'll call a friend to come over and see what can be done." She pulled out her cell and dialed the number. "Hey, X? It's Erin. You got a minute? I've opened up shop and- yeah, work started today. Anyway, we've gotten our first case- yes, someone replied to the ad- I need your 'expertise' on this particular matter. Okay, thanks! Bye." She hung up and put away her phone, saying, "So, she's on her way."
"'SHE?" Simon said, incredulous. "Now I'm interested. Here I was, expecting some huge wall of meat. So, what's your friend's "expertise"?"
"She's got a few different talents," replied Erin, "I think she might know some sort of Martial Arts, but if she does, I don't know what. I DO know that she's a talented hacker. She's helped me out a lot with that. She's a master of duisguise... Well, there's a lot."
"And....feminine charms?" Simon taunted. "So, were you thinking to use her for an attack, or a stealth mission? Cuz I really can't read you right now."
Erin looked up at the ceing and said, "She's a vigilante, okay? And I don't wanna rat her out to the cops, got that? Because if you do, I will fire you on the spot."
Simon held up his hands in defense. "Woah, woah, I just wanted to know what I'm getting into, I didn't say anything about ratting her out. Take a chill pill."