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The Mistake	By : ZoeyLeigh Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: LKH owns them lock, stock, and parcel. Or however that saying goes. I don’t own them. Wish I did. JC and Richard would get less attention and I would play properly with the rest of the gang.

Warnings: Um still nothing in this chapter. It’s R. For language. But if you’re reading the books I’m pretty sure you won’t become to flustered with my stuff.

I pulled away from the curb and glanced over at Jason. He was leaning against the door staring out the window. If you could call what he was doing staring. It was more like he started out staring and ended up just dazedly looking out the window, while really, he wasn’t even aware enough to focus on anything outside the window.

"Jason? Are you okay?"

"Yes." He laughed and it sounded bitter. "Don't worry, if I feel like being sick I'll unroll the window."

I almost laughed. His voice had been so blurry and slurred I had only understood half of what he had said. But I had gotten the point. "Jason, what is Richard going to think about this?"

That made his head whip around. It must have made him really dizzy because he clenched his eyes shut and moaned softly. "I thought you weren't going to tell him? I called you so he wouldn't find out."

When he opened his eyes to look at me he had a lost and frightened little boy look about him. With his worn and slightly baggy jeans and oversized blue shirt, his hair tumbling down around his face in disarray, he looked just that. A frightened little boy who knew he had been caught doing something wrong and was expecting the worst to happen. I would have told him to can the act but I think he was to drunk to pull it off as an act even if he wanted to.

"I'm certainly not going to tell him. I didn't mean it like that." I turned down onto the main street that would bring us to where I turned off onto my side street. Technically, it was more ‘road’ then ‘side street.’ Whatever. "Jason plenty of people saw you. How could you let yourself get this…well this drunk?"

"Can we please stop up ahead?"

"Are you going to be sick?"

He shook his head, dirty blond hair swishing across his face. The up ahead he was talking about was a package store. "Jason, I don't think you need any more alcohol right now."

"Please? I have money Anita."

Against my better judgment I pulled in and parked. After a few minutes when he didn't move I turned in my seat to look at him. "Well are you going in or what?"

He looked over at me sheepishly. "Can you go in for me? I'll pay you when we get to your house. I just don't think I'll be able to make it in on my own steam. And if I do, I’ll probably drop and break whatever I buy."

With logic like that how do you argue? Simple. Like this.

"Damnit Jason. I was supposed to be working with Larry tonight. Instead he has to cover two of my raisings. Look what I'm doing instead. Baby-sitting your sorry ass! I am not going to help you make yourself worse. I got you this far, you can damn well go the rest of the way yourself. And if you can’t, then you don’t obviously don’t need the alcohol after all, do you!"

"I'm so sorry Anita." His eyes glittered with unshed tears. Shit. I can't deal with people when they cry. I have this tendency to say or do whatever it takes to make them stop. In this case it was the buying of beer for Jason.

"Okay what do you want. But be forewarned. I'm not spending more then fifteen dollars."

He swallowed back his tears. "A six pack of Bud and a bottle of-of red wine."

"Fine." I slammed the door hoping it would make Jason's head hurt even more. I was buying beer. I don't even drink and I'm buying beer for an overgrown drunk wolf cub. God what's the world coming to?

I stepped inside the store and made a face. A room full of nasty tasting stuff I refuse to drink. Ignoring everyone in the store I looked around till I found what I came in for, then I stalked up to the counter. I had to use both hands to heft the items onto the counter.

The cashier's face drained of all color. He quickly put a thin smile on is face and started ringing up my purchases. I looked away to get out the money from my wallet. The stupid kid must have pushed the silent alarm button because five minutes later two cops, guns out, came running through the door. If we hadn’t been so close to an upper crust part of town they wouldn’t have been here for at least an hour. I love cops. I work with cops. I hate to say it but it was true. You didn’t want the socialites getting robbed or whatever they were here for. Those types of people knew Senators and whatnot and made trouble for the force.

"Everybody freeze! You there, put your hands up!" I believe I'm the one the cop is referring to when he said ‘you there’. From the way he’s looking at me you’d think I murder children daily. Do I really look that mad? Then I remembered my gun. Sonofabitch!

I was so beyond pissed. No wonder that scared little fucker messed up three times. Like the good girl I was I put my hands up. I shot the cashier my coldest nastiest look. He dissolved into tears. God not another one. Now I felt bad. On second thought no I didn’t. Little shit probably made my already close to mini nightmare night into an actual mini nightmare. Fuck.

"Slowly take your gun out and toss it over here." This from the bigger of the two.

"Do you guys really think that's wise? I may decide to shoot ya." Pressing my luck. Yep that's me.

"Do it!" This came from the smaller, younger one.

"No. Don't you think if I was going to rob the damn store I would have done it already?" Oops, that really pissed them off. The older ones face was turning a dark shade of red. I don't think that's good for his health.

"Shut up and turn around. Put your hands on your head!" Damn, no more chitchat.

I sighed and slowly put my hands up linking them behind my head. "Anita Blake, licensed Vampire Executioner. I'm also with the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team." I nodded to the pin the younger officer was wearing. "You know. R.I.P.? You're wearing one of the Spook Squad pins."

They exchanged looks.

"I'm allowed to carry a gun guys. I have my badge in my jacket pocket in my car. If you still don't believe me you can always call Detective Sergeant Rudolph Storr. All I want is to pay for the fucking drinks alrighty?"

They slowly lowered their guns but didn’t put them up. Everyone who had dove to the ground slowly and shakily stood up. The younger cop walked towards me cautiously. I kept my arms up. I showed him the wallet still in my hand. "See, Anita Blake, who has money to buy alcohol."

"I've heard of you. I thought you'd be bigger though."

I laughed. "What can I say? You're not the only one disappointed about my size."

Both cops smiled slightly. The cop closest to motioned for me to toss down the wallet and back up. I did. He picked it up and looked it over then nodded to his partner then handed back my wallet. Then the one who had stayed by the door told the cashier to give me the stuff free. Bully for me. Jason was still going to pay. The cashier merely nodded and nearly dropped the wine but somehow managed not to.

Jason walked in just as the poor kid handed me the bag. His eyes had gone all wolfish. Uh oh.
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