Perils

It wasn’t the first time that I learned the boss wanted me and my friend on a certain case. And it certainly wasn’t going to be the last! This time I decided to reflect on my own experience. It turns out…this case was going to be personal. We were detectives and we were both secretly related to NHL hockey legends or stars…my name is Evelyna Toews and as for my friend, she goes by Christina Kane. Yeah, that’s right, we are the sisters of Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane of the Chicago Blackhawks.

I was always like my brother, into hockey. When we were young, I would always hang out with him and play with him. I actually taught him a few moves to. You know his moonwalk move, I taught him that. He is such an embarrassment sometimes. But that is why I love him.

Unfortunately some people out there don’t see that. They can’t see past his tough exterior and his seriousness. But Patrick Kane could and that was why they became friends. Because of this friendship, I was able to form one with Patrick’s sister, a young lady named Christina Kane.

She is a spunky little girl, with the personality like her brother. She is extremely flirty and outgoing. I, myself, am more protective. If you mess with my brother, I will come and knock your door down. If a player goes after my brother on the ice, purposefully or makes him hurt and upset, I will damn sure be there to let you know about what you did.

I had no problem with accidental shots, but if your name was Chris Pronger, Sean Avery, or Matt Cooke, you didn’t get away with shit. Christina found my personality to be quite interesting and raw. She liked it and she said that I could also be protective of Patrick Kane too. And I did.

Maybe that is why things spiraled out of control and we were assigned to this case.

“No, no, that will never do,” I muttered, crumbling up the loose leaf paper with the start of my thoughts on it.

Oh, and did I mention that I was a writer too?

I tossed it into a garbage can, beside my work desk and sighed in frustration. I tucked a strand of my mid-back length red hair behind my ear, as I pulled another sheet of notebook paper out.

With my lips pursed together, I gazed around the dimly lit office in the field office in Downtown Chicago, where I lived and worked. I was the only female sibling in the family and the only family member for that matter to follow my brother here. I was serious about protection. I wanted to make sure that I was near him and that I could see him often and check up on him, it was just something I felt I had to do as his older sister. In the faint emergency overhead light, my bright blue, sapphire eyes sparkled with desperation.

I had chosen to stay overtime to work on my latest case. I had sent my partner Christina to fetch the paperwork and I was trying to get an idea, about who could have possibly smuggled millions of dollars worth of cocaine across the border.

As I sat back in my chair and began to reminisce about the bizarre sports case I had just finished a few weeks ago. I remembered every detail fondly…

****

It was a rainy late afternoon; the clock on my expensively convenient Mac glowed the time of 4:44 pm. It was a late working day. I sat at my desk, leaning back in my chair, chewing on the back of my black pen.

I gazed around the lower level of my floor. A secret staircase raced upward to a second floor plan that wrapped around the edge of my lower level floor. It sat awkwardly raised up and over the side, like a house built halfway onto a cliff. At the top of the staircase was a glass enclosed meeting room and next door was Senior Detective DeKay’s office. Senior DeKay was out-of-office today. It had been very busy earlier in the day and she had had no time to work on any paperwork.

Now it was slower than a tortoise and she had all the time in the world.

I slowly came to sit up straight in the chair, placing the pen down onto the desk, carefully. I stood up and stretched my legs.

As I bent over to gather my items together, I glimpsed a rather short, but muscular man behind me. I deduced that he was leaning against the shelves full of persons of interest. This caused me to sigh and roll my eyes. I knew who the man was. He was there at the door at least once every day, spying on me.

“Detective Nealigan,” I spat, as I pulled the last of my belongings in the bag and snapped it closed.

I straightened up and turned around, catching the man’s eyes focused on my lower body...more accurately at my waist. I snapped my fingers at him and he shook his head. His shaggy dark brown hair flopped back and forth with the movement. His eyes snapped up instantaneously and locked on mine. If he wasn’t such a pervert and so little, I might have been drawn to him. But he was that ripe immature little boy, who was interning and got stuck with me.

And where was Christina with those papers?

“Detective Toews,” he retorted, flashing me a boyish smile that made my insides turn in disgust. I was so not into him.

Nealigan Shaw was a rookie intern at the time. Christina and I had taken him under our tutelage but he was more out-of-whack and immature than Tyler Seguin. He was a single young man, who liked to hit on women and he had attempted to hit on me. Big mistake!

I rolled my eyes again, folding my arms across my chest. I finally sighed in defeat and gave into the temptation and ignorance of wanting to know why he was here. And I seriously doubted it was just to stare at my behind. “What do you want?”

He looked at me through jaw-dropping sky blue eyes. It’s a wonder that I maintained my cool around him. I liked blue eyed men, always had and always would. Something about the color and the look, made my breath scarce and my heart beat rapidly in my chest.

“Nothing,” he grinned slyly, like he thought I was a fool. I frowned. I noticed his eyes beginning to wander downward from my own eyes. “Just, you know, checking you out! You look ravishing tonight.”

“Shaw,” I growled at him, frowning.

I rounded the desk and punched him in the ribcage, causing him to double over in shock and agony. Because I had grown up a tomboy like my brother, and had learned hockey, I knew how to pummel a guy hard. I was no princess! I had a powerful force behind my hits that most females didn’t have. And it apparently turned him on.

I grabbed him by his slick locks of golden brown hair, yanking his head backward, so that his eyes focused upward into my face. “Run along Neal, I don’t want to report you for sexual harassment.” I released his hair, as he straightened up, clutching at his side. I returned to my desk and began to staple a packet of papers together.

“Okay, okay. Point taken, I’ll stop. But there has been an incident! Senior DeKay wishes that you take the case!”

I looked at Neal, curiously, as he grimaced slightly from the pain in his side thanks to me and my brute strength. “What’s the case?” I questioned, as I took a small step backward and sat down in my chair once more.

Neal bit back his discomfort, walked forward and set his palms on the desk, leaning forward over the desk’s surface. “It’s a bizarre one.”

“Tell me.”

“Alright.”

The rookie paused, flicking his eyes to the side briefly, before they returned to mine. “Have you heard about the National Hockey League?”

I nodded, sitting up in her chair now. She put her head on top of her hands, as she clasped them together under her chin. “What about the NHL?”

I was genuinely interested and a little worried and anxious. I hoped this had nothing to do with my brother. If it did, I would have to go hit a bitch or two. Or maybe take out a bastard. I secretly longed for another case. Specifically sports. Dealing with the NFL or NHL. I loved my job, which was rare for anyone in the world (on Earth) to say. I was aware that my bright blue eyes shimmered in the office lighting.

****

And that’s when I was shaken from thoughts and memory, as my brown haired partner skipped into the office, her arms overloaded with paper and file folders.

“Geez, Christina, did you take the whole library with you?”

“Nah, this is what our case entails. We’ve got eight missing hockey players, and you’re not going to like this, but two of them are…”

“Don’t tell me...it’s Kaner and Tazer? Patrick and Jonathan are missing? Right?”

“Yes.”

I sank into the depths of my chair. “How could I let this happen? I’m supposed to protect him so that he doesn’t go missing like this?”

“It’s not your fault, Eve. Some people are just bastards and are out to harm people.”

“But why them, what did they do?”

“Well...I’d better start from the top with what the boss told me.” She jumped into one of the chairs positioned in front of the desk and looked at me, with her round hazel eyes. She repositioned the purple beanie on her head, as she gazed at me. “A call came in and said that someone named Tyler Seguin was missing…”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I interrupted, waving my hand back and forth, dismissively. “What does this have to do with Kaner and Tazer and why should I care about Tyler...unless, wait, you said that there are eight missing hockey players? Who are these eight men?”

“This might be a little difficult to hear, but after that call came in another one and then another one came in. I was told that Nathan MacKinnon, Gabriel Landeskog, Brandon Saad, Reilly Smith, Tyler Seguin, Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane, and Valeri Nichushkin were all missing. In fact, they weren’t only missing, but they had been….”

“...kidnapped?”

“Precisely.”

My eyes shot wide. I stood up, pushing my chair backward. Christina gazed at me as I turned my back on her. I put my hands on my hips and gazed out the glass picturesque window. My friend looked down at the ground, whispering an apology to me. She knew that seven of the eight names she had listed to me, were players I was genuinely into and liked. In fact, not only did I like them, I loved them. Jonathan and Patrick were both brothers to me, while Valeri Nichushkin...Valeri Nichushkin was my fantasy crush.

At night, I dreamed about us hooking us. I could care less about Tyler Seguin and his tattooed body of a female’s wonderland. Neither of us went that route, being Seguinistas. And I knew that Christina was romantically interested in Nathan MacKinnon.

After a minute, I turned back to her. There was a moment of silence, as the two of us shared an awkward glance. I could tell we were both finding this a little fishy.

“Somebody is out for revenge on one of us or both of us.”

“That’s what I thought, when I heard. I immediately jumped on the case and told him we would take it.”

“There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

“Yes.”

“Well, spit it out, Christina!”

“There was a note left on the door of the building. When the calls came in, one of the interns found it. He gave it to the boss, who handed it to me. It actually factored into his decision to let us do the case and take it.”

“What was it?”

“Well, it was a note….It is on the stack over there.”

I walked over, spotting it instantly and snatched it up. It was addressed to Christina and I. It read like this:

Evelyna Toews and Christina Kane,

The darling sisters of Chicago Blackhawk forwards, Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane, I am taking the time to create this little letter for you. It is most important that you get these letters and read them, because they are going to be beneficial to our little game.

Oh yes, this is a game. My game. You must be dying to know why I am seeking you out and playing with you dolls? I’ll tell you why, it’s because of something you both did to me. Something so cruel and untoward. It’s a shock you are related to “Peekaboo” and “Captain Serious”, because you aren’t as nice and genuine as they are.

If you haven’t already found out, yes, I kidnapped your brothers, along with six others, including your favorite little Russian boy-crush, Evelyna. It’s a real pity that they aren’t going to be able to take the ice for a while or even forever. And I know you like Avalanche player, Nathan MacKinnon, Christina. How awkward is it going to be when you tell your brother all about having a crush on one of his friends? I bet that will make interesting dinner chat.

I’d love to go on and on with you two and chat, but I have to set up a series of perils and unfortunate circumstances for your hockey players. I will tell you this though, Valeri Nichushkin is such a sweetheart, when he is in distress. I mean, if you could see his adorable expression right now, with the cloth around his mouth….oh man, I’m sure you’d enjoy it.

Okay, so your first clue is this, if you wish to find your brothers, come and rescue them were birds fly, land and take refuge. That’s all for now. Good luck ladies.

Signed,
“Sidney Crosby”

“SIDNEY CROSBY!??!” I was ignited in anger. “What the hell did we do to him?”

“I don’t know, but he’s got Nathan and Val!” Her hands flew to her head and she shook it back and forth. “If anything happens to Kinny, I’ll never forgive myself!”

I knew what she meant. If anything happened to that sweet, innocent, Russian-born Dallas Star, I was sure to have the same reaction. I put the note down and nervously leaned back against the desk.

“We have to find Sidney and get our boys back!”

“I’m totally with you, but what did we do to Sid the Kid?”

“I don’t know, but if I disliked that son of a bitch before, I really loathe him now. He is officially on my destroy list.”

“I can agree to that.”

We gathered our things, the note and the paperwork, which now I understood, was the file folder of the eight missing players and Sidney Crosby’s. Even though I was pissed at the Pittsburgh Penguin to no end, I couldn’t help but feel a little skeptical about it.

Was this really Sidney Crosby? And did he REALLY kidnap eight hockey players?

Notes

I don't know why, but I just keep getting a sense that Sidney Crosby is a letter-writing villain guy.
I hope this is good, and yes, Sid is back under the villain radar, but...is he really? I don't know...maybe he is maybe he isn't.
What did they do to Sid? I don't know.
(And Val would be hopelessly adorable in distress...poor baby! Evelyna loves you darling, she will save you to no end, Tazer too! Segs....maybe not...)
XDDDD
So, Evelyna is the sister of Jonathan Toews, with a huge crush on Nichy
and Christina is the sister of Patrick Kane, with a huge crush on Kinny!
Oh and next up is the first peril!!!! :)))))