- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
16: Dealings
Brigit kept herself busy for a week, ignoring the passing of the end of the year and the beginning of the New Year. John was more than willing to pass her a pile of portfolios upon her return to the office. Their assignment piles were beginning to shrink thanks to her attention to the job. Brigit made no objection to the work load. It was a welcomed distraction from the thoughts that would pass through her mind during the minutes between. It also kept her from directly dealing with Seamus Flannery.
She had kept from imagining the going-on of Maggie’s every day existence. Brigit couldn’t allow herself to imagine the intimate moments Maggie was spending with Lorena Rubens. She couldn’t allow those pictures to enter her mind. If she did, she felt a spark of anger that she desperately wanted to avoid. Brigit had always hated to be angry. She had always felt the emotion to be such a drain on her energy.
It was there, though. The little spark glowed in the darkness that she continually tried to avoid looking into. When she would glimpse it, Brigit would quickly divert her attention. She couldn’t feed it, not now. She hadn’t made a decision yet.
Seamus Flannery was taking to his training like a fish to water. John expressed his happiness with his choice more than once and Brigit found she was more and more uncomfortable with it. Seamus had made a few remarks in her direction, remarks she chose to ignore for the time being. His cockiness wore on her nerves as he would recount his field training under John’s tutelage. As he would tell the tale of scuffles during some of the more minor assignments under his department as if they were great feats of daring bravery and Brigit found it increasingly hard to control the urge to roll her eyes in boredom with the story. Instead, she suffered the details until John would pass her another pile and excuse her for the day.
Toward the middle of the second week of not going home, Brigit took a moment to ponder it all. She missed Maggie. She missed the familiar surroundings of the home they had built together. She wanted to feel Maggie’s warmth against her body. She wanted to wrap her arms around her lover and hear the gentle breathing that came when Maggie was deep in a peaceful sleep.
Upon returning to the office, she was not surprised when John slid more work toward her. He, however, was surprised when she shook her head in decline.
“I’m going home tonight,” she announced quietly.
“So you’ve made a decision in regard to Maggie?” he asked.
“Who’s Maggie?” Seamus piped up from the corner where he was going through a box he had been assigned to sort out.
“My wife,” Brigit replied automatically. She bit her tongue as soon as the words were out. She had not meant to expose anything personal to Seamus. Especially anything about Maggie.
“Go then,” John said quickly. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
Brigit only nodded and exited the office. She had made her decision. She would keep her promise. She would learn to deal with Maggie’s course through the rest of her life. Brigit would be there when that life ended and the next one would begin.
“She’s a bleedin’ lesbo?” she heard Seamus ask in a harsh whisper. “That’s too bad. I was hoping to have a go…”
“Keep dreaming, lad.” Brigit heard John warn with an amused tone in his voice.
The apartment was empty when Brigit entered. It was after five, by the clock on the wall. By the look of things, Maggie had spent little time at home lately. Newspapers were piled on the end of the sofa; the rubber band holding them in a roll had not been removed. The flowers Lorena had brought Maggie that first night had since been replaced in the vase on the kitchen table and dishes lay in the sink, half filled with water to prevent stains. Brigit made her way to the bedroom with a slight sense of foreboding. She was hesitant to view more evidence of Maggie’s absence from their home.
The bed was perfectly made. The decorative pillows had been lined against the headboard and the comforter smoothed to near photo-finish perfection. Brigit’s attention went to the small table on Maggie’s side and felt her heart sink. The small photograph Maggie had kept there for years was gone. She wondered, as she sank onto the bed and sighed heavily, if the photograph had joined the other mementos of their life in the box that now lived in the hall closet.
The thought brought her up from the bed. Quickly, she went to the hall closet and opened the door. Not just the spirit of the door, but the actual door. The shock of it missed her as she knelt and ripped the lid off the box Maggie had been storing all their memories in. She found the photo resting on top of the pile that had accumulated there. She snatched it up and quickly returned to the bedroom. As she placed it back on Maggie’s bedside table, the sudden realization that she had moved something physical finally struck her. She turned and looked at the closet door. It was still standing wide open in the hall. Her heart suddenly leapt with joy. She had moved a physical object!
But what did it mean? Was it a new power that she could harness to alert Maggie that she was still present? Was it a new way to remind her lover to stay true to their love and everything they had once had? It would definitely be more noticeable than the killing of fresh flowers in a cut bouquet…
Brigit’s mind raced with the possibilities as she looked around the room. A small velvet box on the bureau caught her eye. Taking a deep breath, she picked it up and opened it. Inside, she found a pair of diamond earrings. A wicked smile came to her lips as she eyed them. They had to be a gift from Lorena. The wickedness of Brigit’s smile was based on the knowledge that Maggie had no use for diamonds. She had never possessed a fondness or a desire for the gems. Anyone who truly knew Maggie knew that she was the least likely person to wear diamonds. Brigit snapped the lid shut on the small box and looked to her left. A small wastebasket still sat nestled in the corner. With a tinge of delight, she dropped the jewelry box in the small bin.
She turned her attention back to the bureau and began to scan for other items that could have come from Lorena when she heard the front door open. She could hear Maggie chattering and another voice – Lorena Rubens’ – adding to the conversation. Brigit resumed her seat on the edge of the bed and listened to the commotion in the front room. She could only smile when she heard Maggie’s verbal wonderment about the door to the hall closet being opened.
“Are you sure you closed it this morning?” Lorena was heard to ask.
“I didn’t even go into it,” Maggie replied. The pause that followed the reply told Brigit that Maggie had noticed the lid to the box she kept there being removed. Brigit could feel the energy of the uneasiness at the sight make its way down the hall as Maggie closed the door.
“Maybe it’s a loose bolt,” Lorena suggested.
“Maybe. Let me change real quick and I’ll be ready for dinner,”
Maggie appeared at the bedroom door a few seconds later. Brigit watched as her partner stopped, immediately scanning the room for anything amiss. As if by instinct, she watched as Maggie’s eyes settled on the small photograph Brigit had replaced to her bedside table. The audible gasp that escaped Maggie brought Lorena rushing to the room.
“What’s the matter?” Lorena demanded.
“I, um,” Maggie was having trouble finding the exact words to explain what she had found. “I thought I saw a mouse,” she finally said.
“What?” Lorena asked. “Where?” She stepped further into the bedroom.
“Over there, by the bureau,” Maggie pointed. Brigit watched as Lorena walked to Maggie’s side of the room and began to search for the non-existent mouse. To Brigit’s delight, the search led the other woman to the wastebasket – and to the jewelry box resting lightly on top of the rubbish Maggie had been accumulating there for months.
“What is this? You threw the earrings away?” Lorena asked, lifting the box out of the small bin.
“What? No, they were on the bureau…I must have accidentally knocked them into the bin,” Maggie offered as an excuse. Brigit bit her bottom lip to keep from chuckling at the sudden discomfort of the situation.
“If you didn’t like them, you should have just returned them to me. You have no idea how much I paid for these,” Lorena snapped at Maggie.
“Lorena, I didn’t throw them away,” Maggie argued.
“You have no appreciation for how much I care for you, that much is obvious, Margaret,” Lorena snapped. Brigit stiffened at the use of Maggie’s given name. No one called Maggie by her birth name. To Maggie, it was an insult – as much of one as the idea that Lorena had been trying to buy her love with the diamonds.
“Don’t call me ‘Margaret’,” Maggie said through clenched teeth.
“I’ll call you whatever I want. I can’t believe you would be so reckless,” Lorena spat. “You know, I don’t think we should go to dinner tonight. I think we need some time apart.”
“I agree,” Brigit grumbled as Lorena forced the discarded jewelry box into her coat pocket and made to exit the room. On a whim, Brigit stuck her foot out and caught the departing woman at the ankle. The fall that ensued caused Brigit to finally giggle as Maggie jumped out of the way.
“Are you okay? What happened?” Maggie asked as she knelt to Lorena’s side. Lorena pushed the woman away forcefully.
“Get off me,” she snarled.
By now, Brigit was on her feet. She had felt the force Lorena had used to push Maggie away. The spark of anger she had been trying so hard to ignore for the last week suddenly roared to life as a full on bonfire.
“Don’t ever touch her again,” Brigit growled as she reached out. She yanked Lorena Rubens to her feet by the lapels of her suit coat. The sudden fear she saw in the fallen woman’s eyes fueled her rage. She could tell Lorena Rubens was scared. Maggie was still sitting on the floor where Lorena had pushed her. Brigit could see the questions dance through Lorena’s eyes as to who -- or what -- had a hold of her.
“What the fuck is going on?” Lorena stammered, trying to sound furious. Her sudden fear, though, prevailed.
“I don’t know,” Maggie answered meekly. She had watched Lorena spring from the floor as if she had been yanked up. She had felt the rush of the air around her and she thought she had heard the faint command to Lorena to never touch her again. She shook her head. She had been hearing things, that was all. She was sure the sudden stress of the scene was causing her to imagine voices that were not there.
“Leave,” Brigit snarled as she pushed Lorena toward the door. From the corner of her eye, she saw Maggie stand behind her. She had no intention of letting Lorena come near Maggie though. Lorena stumbled as she felt the force of the shove Brigit delivered. Her fear disappeared and was replaced again by the anger she had been searching for.
“Keep your hands off me!”
“I didn’t touch you, Lorena,” Maggie pointed out. She was well outside arms reach of the other woman. “You need to leave now,” Maggie said.
“I’ll leave when I damn well feel like it,” Lorena snapped, taking a step toward Maggie in the attempt to show who was the more dominant. Brigit dug deep into the bonfire of her anger and pushed Lorena again. This time, the force sent her flying across the room. Lorena landed on her back and lay still for a second, the wind having been knocked out of her. When she finally scrambled to her feet, she made a rush for Maggie. Again, she was blocked by the invisible wall that Brigit had become.
By now, Maggie was crying audibly. She couldn’t see the force that was keeping Lorena from reaching her. All she could see was the fury in her new lover’s eyes and the harm that lay within that fury. It scared the hell out of her; yet, something invisible was preventing her from suffering Lorena’s wrath. Maggie had the fleeting idea as to what it was, but she was not ready to wrap her mind around that idea – that Brigit was still around to watch over her. Right now, all Maggie wanted was for Lorena Rubens to leave.
Maggie watched as Lorena was pushed from the room by the invisible force again. She heard the scuffle as it progressed down the hall. Slowly, Maggie followed the sound, watching as Lorena fell and picked herself up only to hit the floor again. Whatever was propelling Lorena out was determined to carry out that wish. Maggie slowly turned and looked at the photograph that had reappeared on her bedside table. It was Brigit. It had to be.
Brigit slammed the door and quickly turned the bolts once Lorena had been tossed out of the apartment. She felt her heart racing with the energy the scuffle had fed. She was about to go to the window to watch the other woman make her escape when she heard the sniffle come from the bedroom. Maggie was crying – a sound that had been rare during their time together. It was a sound that always broke Brigit’s heart. When she returned to the bedroom, she found Maggie sitting on the bed holding her picture.
“What was I thinking?” Maggie sniffled as she held the small picture frame in her hands. “I should have known it was too soon.”
Brigit only watched as Maggie stared at the photograph. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t think Maggie would have heard her anyway. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe and watched as Maggie lay down, pressing the photograph to her cheek and letting her tears flow.