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Summary: Sick and tired of Angel's secrets, Kate Lockley hires a private investigator named Dennis Booker to dig up some dirt. Soon, sparks fly between them and Booker finds out that Angel has darker secrets than they thought. Booker/Kate

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Television > 21 Jump StreetTDWidowFR131214,761194,3923 Feb 0912 Jun 09Yes

Chapter Two - PI Dennis Booker

AUTHOR’S NOTE Enter Dennis Booker, Private Investigator Extraordinaire and Harry Ioki, new Lieutenant in the LAPD. Welcome to the crossover, folks! Vampires meet really hot undercover cops.

DISCLAIMER I own no rights to these characters.

Chapter Two

The main office of Chapel Detective Services was in an office building on Wilshire Boulevard out near Beverly Hills. Kate again opted for her civilian car and drove to the office out of uniform. Her appointment to meet with Dennis Booker was scheduled for 7:00 that evening.

She was lucky that the station had been quiet. If things had gotten hectic, she never would have made it out in time for the meeting. She was second-guessing her decision enough as it was – if she had any reason not to go, she was afraid that she would take it.

Guilt had begun gnawing on Kate’s mind the moment she had first stood at Angel’s door and listened to his conversation. It had been growing all day, but she felt that she had no choice. Angel did strange things. He showed up at odd times and made outrageous requests. There was no doubt that he was hiding something from her. But did that really warrant the extreme length of having him investigated?

The office building itself actually reminded Kate very much of the building that housed Angel Investigations. That was almost enough to scare her away, but she gritted her teeth and opened the door to Mr. Booker’s office.

A receptionist sitting in the lobby smiled at Kate when she walked in. “May I help you?”

“Yes, uh, hi. I’m Kate Lockley. I have an appointment with Dennis Booker?”

“Certainly Ms. Lockley. Just take a seat. Dennis will be right out.”

Kate sat uncomfortably in one of the armchairs, idly flipping through a back issue of Reader’s Digest. She raised an eyebrow as she caught sight of a motorcycle magazine near the bottom of the pile. As she rifled through the others, she noticed that the Reader’s Digest in her lap was the only magazine not about motorcycles and bike racing.

The receptionist interrupted her reading when she said, “He will see you now.”

Kate left the magazines behind and headed through the doorway just past the desk. The long hallway was decorated with a handful of paintings. She was happy to see that these at least were not all of motorcycles. The receptionist gestured to a doorway at the end of the hall. “Right through here.”

“Thank you.” She headed up to the doorway.

Kate was not sure what she expected Dennis Booker to be like, but it certainly was not the man who stood up from behind a desk and came toward her with his hand outstretched. He had black hair that stood up in long gelled spikes and sported a well-worn leather jacket. She shook his hand, slightly shocked. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Dennis Booker.”

“Kate Lockley,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He smiled. “You too. Please, sit down.”

She sat opposite his desk. “Thank you.”

“So,” he said as he settled himself at his desk. “What brings you here?”

She shifted, unable to meet his eye. “I, well, there’s this friend of mine. I think he’s hiding something from me.”

Booker smirked. “Something like an old girlfriend kind of something?”

“No!” she said quickly. “No, nothing like that. Just…something.” She frowned. “Something’s not right about him. I can’t explain it. I just know there’s something wrong.” Sure that she was blushing, she glanced down at her lap and mumbled, “Hence why I’m here.”

“So you want me to investigate your friend because there’s something strange about him?” Booker asked.

Kate nodded. “I know it seems a little much, but you’ll understand. Just find out what he’s hiding.”

Booker looked at her for a minute, then nodded. “All right. What’s his name?”

“Angel.”

“Angel what?”

Kate shrugged. “I’ve never gotten a last name. I’m not even sure that he has one.”

Raising an eyebrow, Booker said, “What is he, the next Madonna?”

Kate laughed. “I told him only popes and pop stars got to get away with not having a last name.”

“So which is he?”

“Actually he’s a private investigator.” Kate dug around in his bag and handed Booker the Angel Investigations business card. “This is his agency. He has two others who work for him.”

Booker looked at the card and the strange drawing that he assumed was an angel. “Is he any good?”

“At investigating?” Kate asked. Booker nodded. She shrugged. “Yeah. He’s been in to see me a few times about cases and you can tell he really cares about his clients.”

“Hmm.” Booker studied the card for a moment. “Okay. So no last name, but you’ve got a work number and address. That should be an okay start.”

“He lives in that building too,” Kate said. “In the basement.”

“He lives in the basement?” Booker repeated. “Of an office building?”

Kate shrugged as if to say I told you so.

“I’ll get right on it,” Booker said.

Kate stood up and shook his hand. “Thank you very much, Mr. Booker.”

He laughed. “Oh God, please don’t call me that. Dennis or Booker is fine.

She blushed. “Okay, Dennis.”

“We’ll meet again in a few days to discuss how the investigation is progressing,” he said.

“Sounds good.”

Booker watched as his new client left his office. Glancing down at the business card, he frowned. He felt strange investigating another PI, like he was turning his back on his fellow man. He never felt like this back when he was Internal Affairs for the Metropolitan Police Department. With a rueful smirk, he thought, It’s all Jump Street’s fault.

He picked up the phone and dialed. “LAPD Wilshire Station,” came a voice.

“Lieutenant Ioki, please. Tell him that Dennis Booker is on the line.”

“One moment please, Mr. Booker.”

Booker rolled his eyes. He hated to be called Mr. Booker. With a pang, he remembered what it was like to be called Officer Booker, but shoved the feeling away.

Harry Ioki’s voice came through the line surprised and pleased. “Booker!” he said.

“Hey Harry,” Booker replied. “How’s it been?”

“Not bad,” Ioki replied. “How are you?”

“Same. Congratulations on your promotion!”

“Thanks. How’s the agency going?”

Booker leaned back in his chair and swung his feet onto the desk. “That’s actually why I called. I just met with a new client. A Kate Lockley.”

“I’ve never heard of her,” Ioki said, confused.

“Yeah, well I was hoping you could do a little investigating of your own for me. She’s a cop.”

“LAPD?”

Booker shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t actually tell me that she was a cop.”

Ioki laughed. “You just figured it out?”

“Oh come on! You can’t tell me that after all your years undercover, you can’t spot a cop from a mile away.”

“All right, fair enough. So what do you want me to do?”

“Just a little digging. Find out if she’s got anything weird on her record.”

“I’m not supposed to do that,” Ioki said. “But I guess just once for an old friend.”

“I really appreciate it.” Booker sat up. “Oh, and one more thing!”

Ioki sighed and chuckled. “Yes?”

“I need to know if a private investigator named Angel has a criminal record.”

“Angel what?”

“No last name.” Booker smirked. “Thinks he’s a pop star or something.”

“Well, if he’s a PI, then he’s got to have a license or something,” Ioki said. “I’ll check it out.”

“Thanks Harry.”

“No problem.”

A silence fell over the line. Finally, Booker said, “Give me a call and let me know what you find.”

“Will do. We’ll grab a beer or something.”

“Sounds good.”

“Hey Booker,” Ioki said. “I’ve got to go. My captain’s calling a meeting.”

Wistfully, Booker said, “Okay. Captain’s orders.”

“I’ll let you know when I find something.”

“Bye.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

Booker laid the phone back in the cradle, a melancholy expression on his face. He was completely devoted to his agency. Since his days with Teshima, he had discovered how much good he could do as a private detective. But there were times when he longed for the danger and excitement of being a police officer. There was nothing like it in the world, not even being a PI.

But he had to focus on the task at hand. He had a job to do and a man to investigate. He stood up and grabbed the keys to his motorcycle to take a drive to clear his head.
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