Author's Note:

This story came about after my Evil Twin sent me a link to video clip created by the F.B.I. to explain the newly created Art Crimes Team. This story contains multiple Original Characters as well as the team themselves. The OC's come from the Art Theft Crime team based out of Washington, D.C.

The OC's are as follows:

Abagail 'Abby' Stroud: Team leader. She is smart and tough and has a tendency to focus too much on her cases and not enough on taking care of herself.

Doug Miller: Second in Command. Doug had a very nice NFL career as a linebacker until a underhanded tackle blew out his knee and ended his career. The NFL payed for his college degree.

Daniel Webster: He has been with Abby's team for three years. He comes from money but walked away from it. His speciality is Mayan artifacts.

George Staunton: A puppy. He's been out of the FBI Academy less than a year and Abby's team is his first assignment. He is a whiz with computers.

Joel Rigby: Abby's boyfriend. He is a Secret Service Agent who works in the Counterfeit Money divsion.

Claire Miller: Doug's wife. She is the executive assistant to the Undersecretary of State for East Asian and Pacific Affairs.

Both my evil twin and I hope you enjoy this story. We do try to respond to comments but we do need a name and/or e-mail address. Flames, pitchforks, etc. will be cheerfully ignored. This fic is written purely for enjoyment and no money is being made from this story (don't we wish). With the exceptions of Abby Stroud, Doug Miller, Daniel Webster, George Staunton, Joel Rigby and Claire Miller, all other characters are the creations of Cheryl Hutton and Nick Fallacci and the property of Scott Free Productions, Cheryl Hutton and Nick Fallacci.

I would like to thank my Evil Twin for giving me a sounding board, working on dialogue with me and reading the scenes as they came. I would also like to thank my beta reader extraordinare Antoinette.

Please don't sue us, we're poor.

Twisted Evilettes

Prologue

"Jeez, Tamara. I can almost see not charging the cell phone, 'cause I've done it myself but letting your battery die? What? You didn't notice your car's headlights were still on? Where's your brain? You're lucky the club let you back in to use the phone." Brittney Tanner groused at her friend, Tamara James, as she drove down Rio Road in Yorba Linda. She scowled at the rain coming down.

"Okay, in my defense….well, I don't have a defense. It was starting to rain and I didn't want to get wet." Tamara said.

Brittney sighed. "Well, you got wet waiting for me, didn't you?"

"Not really." Tamara replied. "Thanks for coming to get me."

Brittney slowed the SUV further, the increasingly hard rain blurring the road in front of her. "Look at this mess. You are so paying for gas."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I'll probably never hear the end of this either, will I?"

"Not if I can help it."

"Brittney, slow down." Tamara told her friend not five minutes later.

"What for? I'm already doing well below the speed limit."

"I can see something in the road. Slow down before you run over it."

Brittney peered through the windshield. "I don't see anything. Just what did you have to drink tonight anyway?"

"Brittney...BRITTNEY! STOP!!!" Tamara's shriek cut through the noise produced by the pouring rain. The Tahoe squealed to a stop.

"What the FUCK are you doing YELLING like that? You WANT me to get into a wreck?!" Brittney shrieked at Tamara.

"Look! I told you there was something in the road!"

Brittney followed her friend's finger and could just barely make out a lump in the road.

"That had better be a dead body." She huffed. Pulling up the hood of her raincoat, she rolled down the window and peered out into the driving rain. "I can't..." She squinted, straining to see in the gloom. "Oh, my God! It's a body! It is a dead body! Shit!"

"What?"

"It's a body!!!" Brittney snapped at her friend. "Okay, don't panic, don't panic."

"What are you talking about?" Tamara asked.

"Tamara, SHUT UP!" Brittney closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, looked up and remembered. "Thank you." She whispered, pushing the blue button on the rear view mirror.

"This is OnStar, how can I assist you today?" A female voice came over the speaker.

"There's a body in the road!" Brittney blurted out, her momentary calm gone.

"Ma'am?" The operator asked.

"There's a body in the road in front of me!" She tried not to shriek but it was hard, especially with Tamara hanging onto her arm with a death grip.

"Ma'am, are you hurt? I'm not seeing any front-end collision warnings…."

"Not me!!! The guy!" Brittney took a deep breath and tried again. "I was driving a friend home and she yelled at me to stop and I did and when I looked out the driver's side window, there's a body in the road."

"Ma'am? Miss Haversham, please remain calm while I contact the Orange County Sheriff's office..."

Brittney exchanged a look with Tamara.

****"Orange County Sheriff's Office, how can I direct your call?"****

"This is Pat with OnStar, I have a customer reporting a body in the roadway, she's on Rio Road, just south of the Rivera intersection. Stand by while I patch her in. Miss Haversham, please tell the Sheriff's Office what you see."

"I can just make out a man lying in the road. I nearly ran over him."

"You didn't run over him because I yelled." Tamara added.

"Shut UP, Tamara."

The Orange County dispatcher took over. "Ma'am, can you tell if he's alive?" In the background another voice could be heard dispatching police, fire and Ambulance services to the location.

"No, and I'm not about to get out and check either."

"I understand, Ma'am. Have you put your four-way flashers on? If not, please do that now and stay inside your vehicle."

Brittney did and then looked at her friend "Tamara, you are paying for a hell of a lot more than gas."

The Sheriff's dispatcher broke back in. "Ma'am? The nearest unit - police officer - will be there in under a minute."

"Okay."

In the distance, the women could hear the wail of the siren. "I can hear them." Brittney said.

Within seconds, flashing lights blinded the two girls as more than one emergency vehicle pulled up and men, and at least one woman, piled out of cars to approach both the body and the Chevy.

Pat, the OnStar operator, who had stayed on the line without being asked, broke into Brittney's concentration. "Miss Haversham, is there anything else I can do for you this evening?"

"No, thank you. You've been a big help."

"You're welcome. I hope your evening improves and thank you for using OnStar."