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Whither Thou Goest - Chapter 14

Title: Whither Thou Goest
Fandom: Guiding Light
Disclaimer: Guiding Light and its characters are the property of Proctor and Gamble. No infringement intended.
Pairing: Otalia
Rating: PG
Previous parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

Chapter 14

Natalia ran her hand through her long dark hair with a weary sigh. She was more than ready for a drink. Everything seemed to be changing so quickly it was making her head spin and then the run in with Buzz, it was all a little…overwhelming. Glancing down at her cell phone, she was disappointed to find no new texts.

God, she missed Olivia.

Tucking the cell phone back into her pocket, Natalia wandered into Towers and glanced around the busy afternoon clientele, looking for Blake. She smiled and nodded at three women she recognized from church, who all looked somewhat uncomfortable but one waved back with a bright smile.

Natalia frowned. Something seemed not quite right about that, but she pushed it to the back of her mind as she found Blake back in one of the corners near the window. She passed by a familiar couple, realizing as she passed them that it was the Anderson’s, the parents of Emma’s soccer buddy Lisa. She smiled at them, as the wife glared at her and the husband almost leered at her and winked. A bad feeling settled in Natalia’s stomach.

Perhaps even a second glass of wine with lunch would be in order today.

“Hi Blake,” Natalia smiled warmly as the red head grinned up at her, a genuine reaction to her presence at last.

“I’m so glad you could join me,” Blake took a quick sip of her ice water and handed a menu over as Natalia sank down into the chair opposite her. “I don’t know about you, but I am starving.”

It wasn’t long before they both had placed an order for lunch and a glass of wine was in their hands. Blake had updated her on just about all the news that she had come across in her travels over the last few days.

“And then there is the Parent’s First Committee meeting this week, which should be all kinds of interesting,” Blake said just starting to get around to her point for wanting to meet with Natalia.

“Oh?” Natalia asked, a little afraid of what trouble was going to be stirred up because of Doris Wolfe’s over reaction to Emma’s My Two Mommies presentation.

“Yes, especially after that video of everything that happened with Olivia and Frank this morning being uploaded to several…” Blake’s voice faded as she noticed Natalia suddenly freeze at her words, the wineglass stopped mid-way to her lips. “Uhhmm. You do know about the slap heard around the world, don’t you?”

“No Blake,” Natalia put her wineglass down carefully, afraid that she might snap the stem with her fingers, and glanced back up at her friend, waiting for the shoe to drop. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Blake closed her eyes and sighed, annoyed with herself. Damn it, how did she always get herself into these positions? Talking a quick sip of wine to gather her courage and her wits, she pulled out her phone and surfed to the site she knew had the incriminating video.

“I could explain it to you Natalia, but I think you should see it for yourself.” Blake said softly, sliding her device across the tabletop. “This was taken by some girls who were at Company this morning, and they just happened to be sitting in a booth filming a birthday message to a friend when this happened. Look over the girl’s shoulder to the left and you’ll see Olivia come in.”

Blake fell silent as she watched Natalia take the scene in, her eyes widening as the video played out before her. Natalia blinked once, before closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her shoving the phone back across the table top. Blake almost didn’t recognize the woman when she looked back up at her, anger and disgust glittering in the dark depths.

“Where the hell is he, Blake?”


Farley’s was busy with the usual afternoon trade, guys mostly, coming in for a quick burger and a drink. The regular barflies were there, lingering around the pool table or the bar, watching whatever sport was on one of the many flat screen televisions around the joint, nursing their beer. Everyone stayed clear of the cop lounging at the far end of the bar, clearly already drunk and no stopping in site.

“Fuckin’ bitch… I’ll figure out what you’ve got on her, I swear it.” Frank grumbled into his bottle of beer, not noticing the door to the bar opening and closing. He didn’t even look up when a familiar woman dropped down onto the stool beside him, her perfume swirling around and chasing away the smell of stale beer. Her cold voice broke through his stupor and he finally glanced up.

“Detective Cooper,” Doris Wolfe smiled dangerously, her eyes flashing with barely controlled anger. The man was pathetic; this would be easier than expected. “I’ve been looking all over town for you.”

“Well it looks like you found me,” Frank took a swig of beer and glanced up at the television set over the bar, not really wanting to be here for this conversation. Deep down, even he knew what had happened with Olivia had been wrong, on so many levels.

“I’ve seen the video, you’re lucky she isn’t going to sue your ass off, or the police department for that matter,” Doris leaned closer, beginning to enjoy herself now. “Funny, Natalia clearly needed someone with a little backbone in her life to take care of her. Maybe you should just man up and move on, lover boy.”

“Shut up,” Frank growled, glaring at the woman, not caring that it was his boss. There were some things even she couldn’t get away with.

“Or what, you’ll hit me?” Doris taunted, as Frank flinched at her words. There would be no living this down, she’d make sure of it. She put a hand on his shoulder and moved closer so only he could hear her. “Let me give you a piece of advice, Detective. If you don’t leave them alone, Natalia might not be the only thing you end up losing.”

“You God damned…” Frank muttered, recognizing the threat to his livelihood even in his inebriated state, but stopping short as he took in the Mayor’s very serious expression.

“It would be a shame if we had to cut loose some of the troublemakers in the police department,” Doris’ voice dropped an octave and she glared at the idiot to make her point. “Don’t tempt me, Frank, because I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

They glared at each other a moment longer, a tick in Frank’s jaw the only indication of his emotions, before he finally looked away. Doris nodded, tugging at her bright blazer as she silently turned and left the bar.

Frank just ordered another beer and tried not to think about how badly he’d messed his life up.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 2nd, 2015 05:59 am (UTC)
You know, I really wish Doris had fired Frank, then Natalia could kick his sorry behind and it wouldn't be a felony. Think Doris could reconsider her decision? ;o)
Sep. 12th, 2015 02:35 am (UTC)
Hmm, I'll ask her and see what she says :)
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