Peccadillo - Bishop Entanglement Version

The tires screeched to a halt as Bishop adopted Gibbs’ method of driving in an attempt to annoy the lawyer into leaving. She calmly exited the vehicle like their harrowing drive was nothing, even though inwardly she was shaking. She had no idea how Gibbs could drive like that on a regular basis.

It thus took her a few seconds to realize that something was wrong. Bishop stared at their ajar front door in dismay. She knew that they’d locked it when they left.

The door hadn’t been broken, so clearly someone had found their key, picked the lock, or one of the neighbors that looked after their house occasionally had let someone in. She hadn’t wanted to tell the neighbors where their spare key was or give any of them any means to access their house, but Tony had insisted that it would draw more attention to them and be suspicious if they didn’t. A peccadillo, this was not.

She quietly entered the house with Harold Pride following behind her, only to discover Fanny Pru snooping around their house. “Is there something I can help you with?” Bishop projected her voice, purposefully startling Fanny Pru.

“I hope you don’t mind. Your lovely neighbor down the street let me in.”

“Of course, not.” Bishop smiled completely insincerely. “If you told me, what you were looking for I’d be happy to help you find it. Though, I’m quite certain both Tony and I made it clear this wasn’t a good time.”

“Sorry, dear, but it really was urgent. I’m sure you understand.”

Bishop gritted her teeth. She hoped Tony was having more fun with the case, because she was really having to hold herself back from giving these two lawyers a piece of her mind. “Again, if you would just tell me what you’re looking for, I could help you find it and then we can all get back to work.”

“I don’t think it’s something you could help with, dearie. Why don’t you show Harold around the house and I’ll see if I can find it.”

Ellie grimaced and grabbing Harold by the arm, dragged him upstairs. “Bedroom. Bathroom. Guest bedroom.” Bishop pointed to each room, roughly shoving the lawyer ahead of her impatiently. “Anything else you need to see? I really need to get back to work.”

Harold squeaked. “Nope. I’m good.” Between the car ride and her rough shoving, the faster he got away from this woman, the better in his book. If she hadn’t basically caught Fanny Pru red handed, he might have considered pressing charges, but he didn’t want to tempt fate.

They quickly headed back downstairs where Fanny Pru was still investigating all the cupboards. Bishop couldn’t help wondering how legitimate these lawyers really were. Their behavior didn’t seem at all legal. If she weren’t trying to help Tony out, she would definitely be pressing charges against them for invasion of privacy.

Escorting Harold Pride outside, Bishop returned to Fanny Pru. Obnoxiously sticking her nose into everything that Fanny Pru was opening, Bishop offered, “Are you sure I can’t help? I really do need to lock up and get back to work. I’d be happy to show you whatever you’re looking for.”

“Oh. I’m fine, dearie. You can just leave me here. I’ll lock up after I leave.”

“I’m afraid not. We’re federal agents, you see. We couldn’t possibly leave you unattended in our home. We’ve all been trained with scenarios where a nice old lady plants a bomb in someone’s house because she was left unattended. If I can’t help you, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave, so that I can lock up.”

“Oh that won’t do, dearie. I need to finish up here.”

“I’m sorry, but I really need to lock the place up and get back to work.” Bishop hoped that she could get back before the case was completely closed up.

“Ok, dearie. Just give me a minute and I’ll leave.”

Bishop nodded and folding her arms across her chest, she watched Fanny Pru with a steely eyed stare until the older lady had enough and joined Harold Pride outside. Bishop locked the back door and the front door and texted the neighbor she was pretty sure had let Fanny Pru in with an overly stilted and polite request to please check with her or Tony before letting random strangers into their house.