Lies Among Us

by Mythe

Copyright: The character of Princess Mononoke is owned by Hayao Miyazaki, (Japanese) Tokuma Publishing Co. LTD, Nihon TV, Dentsu, Studio Ghibli, (American) Miramax Studios. I only borrowed her to tell a story. No infringement was intended. (What can i say? I love Anime!!!!!! Gotta check it out.)


Copyright 2000 by Mythe. All rights reserved.




Kevin was waiting patiently by a door.

The door opened, revealing an average sized tanned male in his mid 20's. His dark eyes darted nervously around as he ran his fingers through his close cropped hair. “Kevin, what's up?”

“Can I speak to you?”

He took another quick glance and nodded, “Yeah, come in.”


Sam was glancing through Liv's library as she waited.

“If you ever need to borrow a book…as you can see I've got plenty.”

She turned towards her voice, “Thanks…”

Liv descended down the stairs wearing black cut off jeans and a large tank top, which read; 'PRINCESS MONONOKE'. Revealing a black sports bra and more of her athletic body. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Sam gazed upon her and uttered, “I never thought you were a jeans kind of person.”

Liv grinned at the comment as she entered her kitchen and replied, “No one ever does…” bringing with her two bottled waters, “Everyone thinks I'm this cold hearted bitch 24hrs a day.”

“You're very professional and I can see how they might mistake it.”

Liv nodded, handing her a bottle. “But, I'm a warm blooded woman…” she moved closer to Sam and seductively revealed, “whose needs haven't been fulfilled in a very long time.”

Feeling the overwhelmingly hot from her close proximity. “I'm surprised again…” she retorted, “I'd think you would be taken by now.”

Liv chuckled, “I wish…alas, I haven't found the perfect woman.” Studying her for a moment, “Well, until now.”


“Jenkins…come on man,” Kevin urged, “You have to tell Miss Rineheart what you saw.”

“I don't know if I can…”

“Man, this is Mike's sister…” Kevin informed, “She has the right to know what happened.”

He ran his nervous fingers through his hair again and spoke up, “If CID hears about this-”

“No ones gonna here about it,” Kevin assured, “It's just you and Miss Rineheart.”

“Do you trust her?” Jenkins inquired.

“Yeah, I do.”

He finally nodded his head and spoke up, “Fine, but I'll pick the location.”

“Sure, where?”

“Lover's peak,” he informed, “At 1200HRS.”

“That will be fine…” Kevin nodded and approached the door, “I gotta go Jenkins.”

“Alright,” he said, opening the door for him. “Talk to ya later.”

“Bye and thanks,” Kevin waved and exited the room.

Jenkins started to close the door when it was suddenly pushed open. “WHAT THE?”

“Well, Corporal…” Lt. Devins greeted as he sauntered into the room, “It's nice to see you again.”

Jenkins stood at attention and replied, “Good evening Lt. Devins.”

“So, what were you two talking about?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“Nothing important, Sir.”

Lt. Devins eyed him and retorted, “That's not what I heard…”


The moon was shining down upon this little peace of heaven as the stars sparkled in the clear sky.

Malachi parked behind some rocks and got out. “Here we are…”

I climbed out, glancing around my new surroundings and noticed a trail leading east of us.

“Here you go,” she said, grabbing two large flashlights and tossed one at me.

“Thanks…” I caught it and gestured, “is that the trail?”

“Yep,” Malachi nodded, moving towards the trail. “Follow me.”

I followed her down the well-used dirt path, keeping my eyes and ears in tune around me. Don't need any surprises…


“Thank you,” Sam said, moving back until she was stopped by the bookshelf. “Sorry…”

Liv grinned at this flustered attempt to flee and moved into her prey's personal zone. “Tis alright…no damage done,” she spoke up, gently caressed Sam's cheek, “Sam, you seem a bit nervous.”

Sam's heart sped up as this beauty before her made the first move. I didn't think it would happen this fast… “Well, maybe you just me caught off guard…” she nervously replied.

Reading this from her eyes and revealed, “I suppose…by the way you've been flirting with me all day—seemed to me that you wanted this too.”

Sam's eyes widen at her comment, “NO…YES…I mean,” fumbling for the right words, “I do…but I'm used to going out on a few dates before-”

Liv placed her finger upon Sam's lips and enlightened, “In my line of work…you live every minute to its fullest.” Moving to face her and continued, “Because you never know if you have another.” She seductively licked her lips, removed her finger and replaced it with her now moist lips.

Sam started to say something and was silenced by Liv's lips. She fell into the kiss; parting hers as a their tongues explored one another's and felt her body being pressed up against the shelf by Liv's.

“RING…RING!!” the phone echoed through room.

Liv pulled away abruptly and gently outlined Sam's lips with her finger. “I'll be right back.”

“Wow…” Sam sighed, taking a much needed breath. Going…TOO fast…well maybe.

Liv picked the phone on its fourth ring and growled, “Dakota here.”

Col. West greeted, “Good evening General Dakota. I'm sorry to interrupt you-”

“Get on with it Colonel.”

“CID's preliminary report is in.”


“The Black Hawk was shot down by a Stinger missile. The investigators found fragments with the wreckage.”

“What in the hell…” Liv grumbled and inquired, “Did the CID's check the armory?”

“Yes, Ma'am…a platoon in the B-OPS has one Stinger unaccounted for,” shuffling of papers, ”And there's something else too.”

Liv sighed, “Go on…”

“Rumor has it that there's a witness.”

“Find the thief and bring this witness in alive.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

“Good, I'll talk to you in the morning.” Liv hung the phone up and turned to her guest. “So, where were we?”

The room was now empty.

Liv glanced around and realized that she had snuck out the front door. “Sam…” she whispered, smirking. “I'll give this one to you…but next time you're mine.”


The familiar yellow scene tape was before us. I turned to Malachi and whispered, “Stay here. I'll be back in few.”

She nodded, “Sure.”

I silently approached the crash site. Everything around me was scorched from the wreckage. I noticed that there were skid marks that stopped between two trees. Must have been where the tail section landed. The wreckage had already been removed from the site. Damn… I heard footsteps to my left, silently I moved away from them.

A roaming SP stopped for a moment then, turned and backtracked to where he came.

I gotta be more careful… I continued further along the crash site and came up to some more charred areas. I glanced around as a something caught my eye. It was glistening in the moonlight, beckoning me to come near. Realizing that the guards weren't that far away and left my light off as I approached. Whatever it is…it was buried a bit. No wonder the investigators missed this. I fell to one knee as I reached it, picking the fragment up and observing it.

The small fragment was the size of my hand as I flipped it over and wiped some dirt off it. The piece was badly charred as I made out a letter and two numbers. “S…4…2…” I read out loud. Now what- wait…maybe it's a serial number.

“SNAP!” a twig was stepped on.

I pulled out my .45 and spun around to face the intruder.

“Don't shoot!” Malachi gasped, froze with fear and raised her hands to the air.

“Damnit, Malachi…” I grumbled, holstering my weapon. “You could have been shot.”

“Sorry…” she said, lowering her arms. “But we gotta go.”


“Another squad of soldiers just arrived.”

“Damn…” I glanced over at the area one more time then, down at the piece in my hand. “Let's go then,” I affirmed, leaving the way I came.


“What was that…” she sighed, “She seemed to be a different person.” Sam shook her head, “I'm just thinking too much…Liv's just aggressive.” What did you think she would be…a passive person? “Hello, she's in the Military…” she said, bopping herself up side the head.

“Is everything all right?” Daniel inquired.

Sam turned around, “Yeah, Daddy…” she gave him a hug and revealed, “Just tired, that's all.”

Daniel escorted her into the house, “Come on Sweetheart…I fixed us some dinner.”


“So, Taylor is that part of the copter?” Malachi asked, hopping into the driver's seat and started it up.

“No…I think it's from something else,” I said, climbing in and buckled up.

“Whatever it is…it's something right?” she inquired, shifting gears and peeled out.

“Yeah…” I nodded, looking down at it.


“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…ALL PATROLS-” an automated female voice announced.


“Come on…” a familiar voice advised, “We're almost there.”

My sight was still blurry but at least I could make out the different blurs as people. “Where are we?” I finally asked.

“Level 2,” she said, tightening her grip around my waist.

A loud blood-curdling scream echoed from behind us.


I bolted up, wiping the sweat from my brow and glanced around my dark room. The flower print curtain moved from the air conditioner below, which let in a bit of light from outside. What in the hell… “Tay, you gotta' calm down…” I said, reading my watch. “3:00 am, too damn early.” I sighed, laying back down and closed my eyes once again. Just give me a couple more hours…


A pre-recorded bugle call was played over the loud speakers, announcing the rising of the flag.


“Yeah…” Sam grumbled, turning over. “A few more minutes…”

Daniel opened the door and peeked in, “Samantha, time to get up.”

“Awww…” Sam whined, sitting up and heard the bugle. “What's that?”

“Oh, wake up time…” he replied, “It's when they raise the flag.”

“Oh…” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Coffee is a brewin'…” he informed, closing the door behind him.



I slowly reached over and brought my cell to my ear. “Taylor here,” I said, yawning.

“Taylor, it's Kevin…”

“Hey, what's up?”

“Jenkins wants you to meet him at Lover's peak at 1200HRS.”

“Where's that at?” I asked, setting up.

“Well, there's a gas station a couple miles east from the inn. Make a left at the next road and follow it till you get to a fork in the road, take the left one. Follow it until you come across a gravel road, turn off on it and you'll come across a parking area.”


“It's a small peak,” he explained, “Beautiful really…”

“Thanks, Kevin.”

“No problem…” he replied, “I have a day shift…so give me a buzz later. See ya.”

“Alright, bye…” I said, hanging the phone up and slowly got up. Time to get my tired ass up and go for a run.


Sam was buttoning the cuffs to her white blouse as she descended down the stairs. She fixed her gray skirt one more time and entered the kitchen in search of a much needed cup of coffee. She walked over to the table and greeted, “Hi, Daddy…” kissing his cheek.

“Hello, Sweetheart…” he was packing some of his notes into his satchel and revealed, “Your bagel is up.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking the bagel and spreading some cream cheese on it. “So, when are we leaving?”

“As soon as you're ready,” he informed, tying his gray tie then, fixing his collar to his white dress shirt. He pulled out a tie clip from his gray pleated pants and stared at it for a moment. Sara, gave this to me… The clip had a small green turtle with bright blue eyes and a huge grin upon its cute little face. After I told her about my Jasper…a box turtle I had as a kid. He was my first and only pet as a child.

Sam looked over at her father, noticing the sadness in his eyes. “Thinking about Mom?” she asked, taking the clip from him and attaching it to his tie. “There you go.”

Daniel nodded, “I miss her…”

“I do too,” she said, hugging him and abruptly changed the subject. “Our first day at our new lab…”

“I guess we should get going,” he said, “Make a good impression and all.”


“I'll get it Sweetheart,” Daniel said, moving towards the front door.

The door opened, revealing a Sergeant who was standing at attention. “Good morning Sir,” he abruptly greeted.

“Good morning to you too,” Daniel responded, “What can I do for you?”

“Sir, the General requested that you should follow her car to Area 51.”

“Sure,” he replied, chucking. “Considering I haven't a clue where it is.”

The Sergeant continued to stare at him and finally spoke up, “The General is waiting in the car.”

No sense of humor…sad. Daniel shook his head, “Alright, we'll be out in a minute.”

“Yes, Sir…” he said, about faced and walked back to the car.

“Who was that Dad?”

“Liv's driver,” Daniel replied, “They're waiting for us.”


I had jogged to the gas station without even a second thought. Noticing that the station was now open as its first customers were shopping within it.


I turned to the familiar voice and greeted, “Hello Malachi!”

She gestured for me, “COME ON OVER, SWEET THANG!”

SWEET THANG? I guess she doesn't want to live long… I sighed, checking both directions and crossed the highway.

Malachi flicked her cig as her eyes roamed over my body. “Damn, girl…ya look good…” lowering her voice, “good enough to eat.”

I stared at her for a moment, raising my brow and spoke up in my best hick drawl. “To bad you'll never gonna' get any,” slowly approaching her and revealed, “Besides, you couldn't handle me anyway.” Glaring at her, "Nah…go back to that $2 crack whore that's in your closet," flashing a grin, “Bumpkins.”

Malachi stood there for a moment wide eyed, finally taking a much needed puff. “I..I thought you m..might like some water,” she stuttered out, pulling out a bottle of water from a cooler and held it out.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the bottle and twisting the cap off. I lifted the bottle to my lips and took a large gulp of it.

“You're welcome.”



A medium size gatehouse was to the left of the General's car as two armed guards approached the car. A large metal bar was down, blocking the road in which to enter.

The SP on the left spoke up to the driver, “Sergeant, your ID please?”

The Sergeant showed him the ID.


Sam observed them then, the large sign. “Area 51?” she asked, “Isn't this where they keep the Alien bodies?”

Daniel shrugged, “Its just fiction made by the media and Hollywood to make money.”

“I guess so…”

The gate lifted and the General's car passed through.

Sam pulled up next, rolled the window down and parked.

The SP approached her and greeted, “Morning Dr. Evans,” he turned to other passenger, “Morning Dr. Andrews.”

“Good morning,” Sam responded.

Daniel waved, “Hello.”

“General Dakota issued these to you both,” the SP handed her two ID's and informed, “This is your clearance to enter the compound.”

“Thank you,” she said, handing one ID to her father.

The SP pushed a button and the gate ascended. “You may enter.”

Sam placed it in gear and drove through.

The General's car pulled out, leading them further into the compound.

All around them was a secluded desert for miles around and on the horizon was a cluster of buildings. A Stealth bomber flew by and was on its final descent.

“This is way out there…” Sam said, glancing around.

“Wow…” he pointed towards the bomber, “A B2 Stealth.”

Sam grinned at her father.


I leaned against my car, glancing down at my watch and it read; 11:55 pm. Jenkins has five minutes… I moved my attention towards the peak. The view was breath taking, as I stared at this undisturbed landscape. A feeling of overwhelming peace entered my soul… I heard a car pull into the parking area; it drove up and parked in front of mine.

Jenkins nervously looked around before he stepped out from his Mustang. He grimaced, holding his side as he moved toward me and grumbled, “Miss Rineheart?”

“Yes, are you Jenkins?” I observed him, an average tanned male, inch or two shorter than me in his early 20's. Noticing the pain in his face as he approached me. Someone did a number on him.

Jenkins nodded, “Yeah…”

“Are you all right?”

“Just got carried away at a sparing match,” he replied abruptly.

“Tell me what you witnessed.”

He ran his fingers through his hair and spoke up, “I was here because my girlfriend-”

“The short version…”

He glared at me.

I returned it with my famous 'Stare'. My 'don't mess with me…or I'll beat the living shit out of you look.' Reading the fear in his eyes as he finally backed down. Good, he has some brains after all.

Jenkins turned his gaze away from me and continued, “Anyway, I noticed this Black Hawk flying low…right above me. It started to ascend,” he pointed towards his left, “When I saw this streak of light in the corner of my eye. I thought it was a star or something.”

I observed his demeanor, realizing that he was telling me the truth and nodded. “Go on…”

He turned to face me, “Then I heard this loud explosion…when I looked up and noticed that the copter falling from the sky.”

“What did you do after that?”

“I busted ass and got the hell out of here,” Jenkins replied, “I wasn't about to get caught here.”

I shook my head and inquired, “Why didn't you tell anyone?”

“Lady, I like my life-”

The next thing I remembered was that I grabbed him by his shirt and brought him to my eye level. “I loved my Brother…” I growled, “He didn't deserve to die-”

His eyes widened at my strength and he gasped, “I'm sorry, Lady!”

Finally taking control of my temper, I pushed him away and took a much needed breathe. Calm down Tay…he's not worth it.

“I've seen a lot of weird things here…” he muttered, “If you want to live happy life, you don't acknowledge anything.”

I glared at him and retorted, “If that's how you want to live your cowardly life—then I'm sorry for you.”


“You're a pitiful excuse for a human being.”

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!” a male voice ordered from behind me, “PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!”

A squad of armored SP's circled us with their weapons drawn.

I instantly placed my hands behind my head.

“What's going on?” Jenkins shouted, turning to me. “You set me up!”

I rolled my eyes and growled, “Shut the hell up.”

Jenkins struggled with his captors and was thrown against his car in retaliation. “HEY!” he shouted, “I didn't do anything.”

“SHUT UP!” the male voice ordered.

I remained motionless as a pair of hands quickly frisked me. I felt my gun being removed in one quick move then, my wallet. This isn't happening…

The SP spoke up, “She's a Detective, Sir…”

Jenkins yelled, “YOU'RE A COP?”

Lt. Devins approached them, glancing at the ID then at me. “Detective Rineheart, what brings a Kansas City Cop to Nellis?” he inquired.

I stared at him; he's my height, average build and a light complexion. His dark eyes made contact with mine, observing me. “I'm on vacation…”

“Take Corp. Jenkins in…” he said, turning to the others. “And you're just having a friendly conversation with our suspect?”

I shrugged, “Things happen…”

“Then I guess you wouldn't mind coming with us-”

“Are you arresting me?”

“Oh, by no means…” Lt. Devins retorted, “Just bringing you in for some questions.”

“On what grounds?”

“Conspiracy to cover up a terrorist act against the US Government,” he abruptly responded, leading me towards another car.

“That's nonsense…”

Lt. Devins smirked, “Things happen…”


“Dad, the lab is unbelievable!” Sam expressed, carrying with her some folders.

Daniel was typing on his computer and nodded, “I know…I've only read about some of this equipment let alone used it.” He sighed, “I'm so used to using whatever I could-”

She placed her hand on his shoulder and assured, “I know…I've used some at the university. So, that shouldn't be a problem.”

“Well, good…” Liv spoke up, entering the office and followed in tow was Col. West.

They both look up from what they were doing.

“Thanks,” Sam responded, grinning.

“Thanks, Liv…” he said and started to get up.

Liv motioned for him to stay, “It's all right Daniel. I just wanted you two meet the head of security for Area 51.” She introduced them, “Daniel…Samatha this is Colonel West,” she gestured, “Col. West, this is Dr. Andrews and Dr. Evans.”

Daniel shook his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“It's a privilege to protect your work, Sir.”


Col. West turned his attention to Dr. Evans, with a touch of flirtation. “It's a pleasure to meet you Ma'am.”

“Why thank you Colonel West,” she thanked, shaking his hand.

“If you have any questions or if you need anything just ask,” Col. West informed.

Daniel replied, “We will, Colonel.”

A cell phone rang.

“Excuse me…” Col. West pulled his phone out and exited the room.

“I'll leave you two to your work,” Liv said, turning to leave.

Sam approached her, “Liv, can we talk?”

“Sure,” Liv nodded, “Follow me.”

“So, how are you today?” Sam asked, following her into the hallway.

“Alright,” Liv replied, leading her into Sam's office. “And you?” She opened the door for her, “After you.”

“Fine, thanks.”

Liv closed the door behind her, “So, what do you want to talk about?”

“I sorry for running out on you last night,” Sam apologized, “I was acting like a teenager or something.”

“It's alright…I should be the one to apologize. I was the aggressive one, I shouldn't have forced myself on you.”

“You didn't…” she retorted and expressed, “You were right…I've wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

Liv grinned as she slowly approached her, “So, what do we do now?”

“This,” Sam was upon her in an instant, passionately kissing her as her hands roamed over Liv's chest.

Liv fell into the kiss, while her hands roamed over Sam's back.

Sam broke the kiss for a much needed breath as Liv began to kiss a trail down her neck. Gasping out, “Oh god…” as a tongue traced her sensitive earlobe.

Liv picked her up and carried her over to the desk. She sat her down on the edge of it and with a quick swipe; the desk was cleared. She began her assault on Sam's breasts, feeling taunt nipples perking up underneath all the layers.

Sam pulled off Liv's jacket and was on the third button of her shirt. Too many clothes…GOD, I'm on fire!

Liv pulled Sam's shirt out of the skirt as her hands went to the next obstacle, her bra. She captured those voluptuous lips, wanting to taste her again.


“Damnittohell…” Liv grumbled, “YES?”

Col. West spoke up, “General Dakota, CID requests your presence ASAP.”

Sam pulled her closer and whispered, “We can finish this later…”

“Alright, I'll be out in a minute…” Liv informed. Tucking her shirt back in and buttoning it back up. “I'm holding you to that,” she remarked, kissing her one last time. She turned, picking up her jacket and put it quickly on.

Sam fixed her own shirt and retorted, “Oh, count on it.”

Liv flashed her one last grin and slipped out the door.

“Hot damn…”


“Do you have a hearing problem?” I decreed, “I'm on personal leave--check it out. Call Lt. Bowers, he'll confirm it.”

“We're in the process of doing that, Detective…” Lt. Devins revealed and inquired, “So, what's your relationship to Corp. Jenkins?”

“What relationship?” I repeated, “I just met him.”

“What were you two talking about?”

I dryly responded, “The weather.”

Lt. Devins slammed his fists onto the table and growled, “STOP FUCKING AROUND!”

“You need to check into a anger management course…” I suggested, smirking. “It really does help.”


“ENOUGH!” General Dakota decreed, entering the room. “Is this how you treat a witness?”

Lt. Devins stood at attention and quickly replied, “No Ma'am.”

I observed her, she was an inch or two shorter than myself; tanned athletic build, dark eyes and short dark hair. Attractive…totally plays on my side. Could be a nice conquest or distraction, if had the time.

The General glanced at me then back to the Lieutenant. “Lt. Devins, if you weren't in such a hurry to coerce Detective Rineheart here. You would have read that her brother Warrant Officer Micheal Rineheart was one of the soldiers that had perished,” she enlightened, “I do believe that you owe her an apology.”

“I'm sorry for offending you, Detective Rineheart.”

I nodded, “I accept…”

“Now leave us…” Gen. Dakota dismissed him then, turned her attention to me.

“Yes, General Dakota…” he said, about faced and exited the room.

“My condolences to you…” Gen. Dakota expressed, holding out her hand. “I'm General Dakota…”

“You already know who I am, “ I said, shaking her hand.

The General nodded, “I know why you're here.”

“Indulge me…”

“You're here to find out what happened to your Brother.”

I silently sat there.

To be continued...

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