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Post by jaglady on Jan 6, 2009 19:04:08 GMT -5
Thanks. I'll probably work on Cold Rain a little more. Keep my mind off that danged tornado watch.
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Post by ladytaz29 on Jan 6, 2009 19:57:47 GMT -5
Yep JL...that oughta do it, considering H and Emmie were in a TORNADO... ;D Seriously...an update on that one would be wunnerful...
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Post by jaglady on Jan 6, 2009 20:01:06 GMT -5
Thanks, LadyTaz. Actually, I put the latest chapter up on the other board on January 3. Not sure whether anyone spotted it.
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Post by ladytaz29 on Jan 6, 2009 20:41:22 GMT -5
Of course I did...I always look for your updates as well as everyone else's...I love these stories... ;D
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Post by suzmicsoc on Jan 6, 2009 21:01:06 GMT -5
The thought of Rick Stetler (at least this version) with a gun really IS scary. You have him down to a Tee JL. Great chapter... ;D ;D I agree with Taz...you sure do know how to right Rick well ;D
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Post by jaglady on Jan 7, 2009 12:21:39 GMT -5
Thanks, everybody. Well, I do like to just sort of sit there and gaze at him every chance I get. Even if it's only for his customary two minutes. More coming up as soon as I get over this danged bug.
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Post by delkosgirl88 on Jan 7, 2009 21:04:33 GMT -5
those are too funny JL. I love them.
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Post by jaglady on Jan 8, 2009 9:23:10 GMT -5
Thanks, DelkosGirl88. Nice avatar, btw. Well, I guess I better get to adding some more, then. Glad you're enjoying.
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Post by jaglady on Jan 8, 2009 9:34:32 GMT -5
The Guy Who Broke the Internet
The IAB agent is known for many things. But this time he gains a reputation for causing worldwide calamity. All because his Internet connection went dead.
As she waited for the computer system to switch over to day shift, senior cybertechnician Emmie Stockburne thumbed through papers in her inbox. “Here we go. Filing, filing, junk mail.” Her eyes widened as she looked at one report.
“What? Oh, come on! You gotta be kidding me!”
“What’s going on?” Tyler wanted to know.
She shook her head. “It’s an IAB report. Seems you-know-who is investigating the spike in the computer lab's budget again. I guess Rick forgets how much of that comes from fixing his disasters.”
Tyler snickered. The smile ran from his face as he motioned toward the door. “Speaking of which….”
IAB agent Rick Stetler ambled into the lab. “Miss Stockburne. You get my report?”
She narrowed her eyes at him while she smacked the pages with her fingers. “Oh, you left a lot of things out, Sir.”
He raised his eyebrows at her defiantly. “Oh, really? Why don’t you tell me what I missed?”
“Well, where to begin. There’s the brand new keyboard you totaled when Madison left her toy spiders in your office. Then there’s the console you trashed when the cable got wrapped around your leg and you tripped.”
Rick remained unfazed. “Those are all safety issues!”
“With all due respect, Sir, I don’t think your safety issues should affect my budget and my rating!”
The IAB agent headed toward the door. “Anyway, that report is going before the review board. You know how to appeal.”
Fuming, Emmie resumed working on the case the Delko had given her that morning. “No problem, it’s only my funding and my annual review” she snarled. She glared at the phone as it chirped.
“Mind picking it up, Tyler? I’ll handle Sergeant Stetler only if it’s an emergency!”
Tyler put his hand over the mouthpiece. “It’s an emergency, Emmie” he insisted.
“What now?” she snapped.
“Stetler’s pretty upset. He thinks he just broke the Internet.”
The computer tech rolled her eyes. “Great. I’ll go check it out. Hey, Peter Elliott’s supposed to come by from Secret Service to drop off some stuff. Tell him where I’ll be.”
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Emmie looked over Rick’s computer as he stood impatiently behind her, hands on hips. “Well? Can you fix it?”
After a moment, Emmie swallowed and put her hand over her mouth. “I don’t believe this. Did you do that, Sir?” she whispered in horror, pointing to the dead console.
The IAB agent furrowed his eyebrows. “Do what?”
“You broke the Internet?”
Rick started to worry. “What are you talking about?”
She sat down and just stared at the dead console, shaking her head. “Sir, uh, I don’t know if you realize what you just did.”
“Huh?”
“No, I don’t think you understand. The Internet’s broken. That means we can’t get lab info. The guys in the field can’t do background checks when they do traffic stops. No CODIS, AFIS or IBIS. Nobody can do their timesheets. That means you don’t get paid. This is worse than Y2K!”
He was horrified now. “You’re serious?” he almost whispered. “I wiped all that out?”
Emmie bit her lip. “Credit reports, flight info. And what about all the nuclear secrets in the Pentagon?”
He put up both his hands and backed up. “Hey! I didn’t mean it! I was just looking up something and it went dead! I swear!”
Slowly she looked at him. “Sir? You know I’m gonna have to put this in my write-up. I hate to say it, but you’re gonna be known as ‘The Guy Who Broke the Internet.’”
Rick was completely panic-stricken now. “Emmie, you gotta help me! How’s that gonna look on my promotion packet?” In his fear he almost grabbed her arm. “You gotta fix it, Emmie! Please?”
Emmiel looked at him with fearful eyes. “I don’t know if I can. I mean, I won’t have anything left in the budget after you submit that report.” She now wiped a tear from her eye. “You broke the Internet, Sir, and there won’t be anything I can do about it!”
Immediately Rick raced over to his desk and yanked both ends of the report, ripping it cleanly in two. “There! It’s gone! I’ll tell them I lost it!” His voice trembled. “I’ll even try to get more money for your department if you fix it!”
Emmie looked at him hopefully with wet eyes. “And a new main monitor?”
Rick closed his eyes and sat down in sheer desperation. “Anything you want. Please fix it? Whatever it takes.”
Wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand, Emmie glanced around the blank monitor. “Okay. I saw an FBI expert do this one time. Let’s just see….” With trembling hands she fumbled with some cables. The Internet came back to life. She threw her arm up in the air triumphantly. “Yes!”
Rick breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Emmie.” He looked at her almost pleadingly. “Not gonna tell anybody about this, are you? Just between us?”
“Our little secret, Sir. I promise.”
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Secret Service Agent Peter Elliott stood in the computer lab with two suited gentlemen, chatting with Tyler. Emmie smiled at them.
“Hey! Inspector Gadget! Welcome back to the Dark side!” she joked.
“Emmie. These guys are new to the the Miami satellite office. Just wanted to show them around, since you’ll be working together. This is Emmie Stockburne, in charge of the computer lab. Emmie, this is Bill Connor and Adam Bernhardt, both with the FBI Cybercrimes Unit here in Miami.”
She shook hands with the agent’s new co-workers. “Nice to meet you, gentlemen. I would've been down sooner, but I just got done fixing IAB's computer. Ends up Sergeant Stetler thought he broke the Internet.”
Agent Elliott chuckled. “Yeah. That’s what Tyler was telling me.”
"Ends up his modem cable popped out. I just reached around and pushed it back in. One of my easier fixes."
Bill Connor snickered. “Another one who thought he broke the Internet, huh?”
Out of her peripheral vision Emmie noticed Rick Stetler ambling down the hallway. She pointed to him. “Yeah, right there. That’s Sergeant Stetler.”
At seeing Peter Elliott with two Federal agents, Rick stopped in the hallway.
“Hey! Right there! I think that’s the guy!” Bill nearly shouted. Baring the FBI badge on his belt, he charged in Rick’s direction. “Sergeant! FBI! I need to talk to you!”
Peter smiled. Emmie and Tyler settled back in their chairs laughing. Emmie wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “Oh my God! That’s cruel! Funny as hell, though!”
Minutes later the gruff-looking Fed walked back in chuckling.
“What happened?” Emmie wanted to know, still smiling.
“Well, I don’t know what he got so scared about. I just came up and said I got a call that some guy in the Miami-Dade Crime Lab broke the Internet. Then I asked him if he knew anything about it. He said he didn’t, and then he ran right into the men’s room. You might want to go check on him in a few minutes.”
“Tyler, I’ll let you handle that” Emmie said between fits of laughter.
Tyler raised his eyebrows at her. “Me? Thanks.”
Peter turned toward the door. “Well hey, we better get going. I left the stuff on your desk. See you later, Emmie.”
“Thanks! See you guys! Thanks for the laugh, Bill!”
Bill Connor smiled back. “Works every time.”
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