Marissa has come face to face with the one man she didn't expect to be "one of the good guys".

Her world is thrown into turmoil as her darkest secret comes back to haunt her.

Is it worth it all to stay and fight? Or should she admit defeat to life's cruel games?

Read the exciting continuation to the story that has everyone speculating about Marissa's future here--->Worth It All-Part 3.doc

Read story here---->Worth It All-Part 2.doc

Marissa is determined to win a competition at the office, and devises a plan with her trusty cohort Bryan.

But as the plan is in full swing she gets caught up in more than she bargained for.
Should she abandon ship and take her losses? Or is the outcome worth it all?

Read story here ------> Worth It All.doc

Yes fans, we won the competition! *tennis claps*

After putting Marissa, Tyler, Bryan, Marcus and the rest of the gang through the paces for the past month, the fruits of our labor were recognized.
Now, I have no excuse on why there are no new stories for your viewing pleasure.

Here's a link to the winner's page:
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/184038

Just wanted to apologize to the fans for the lack of new stories lately. But there's a good reason for the stagnant nature of this blog.
I've entered the chronicles of Marissa and her pals in a writing competition!!! *tennis claps*

Anyway, the competition runs from Nov 1st - 30th, so I've been busy fine tuning the story in order to win the big prize.....which basically is a certificate and the recognition of my writing peers(that's all we writers ever want anyway).

Wish me luck!!!


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Geisha

Hey people! It's Marissa. Long time no.....blog.

Anyway, today we're out in New Jersey looking for a evidence in a secluded field. There has been what looks to be a serial killer on the loose here lately. The latest victim was found with no hands or face, which matches up with four other bodies found over the past two months with the same m.o. as this one. That's the body wrapped in that red tarp near the third guy on the left. The coroner hasn't arrived yet, so that's where the corpse is gonna have to stay until he orders it removed from the scene.

You can't really tell that we're out in the middle of nowhere because all those vehicles make it look like a Mall parking lot.

I'm not in the picture because I was the one that took the picture. But Bryan is second on the left. Look at him looking all official, dressed in his FBI blacks and cargos.
From this distance no one can tell that he has a hangover the size of Montana. That's the price he has to pay for staying out all night with Hawkins and Newton.
I mean who the hell goes drinking on a Monday night? Well, besides those three.
They showed up in the office this morning at 7am in the same clothes they wore yesterday. Stink!

And to top it off Newton's wife has been calling me all morning asking if he's out on assignment. I told her yes, because the #1 rule is you don't sell out any of your squad members. Be it family, Special Agent in Charge or Director of the FBI, NO ONE gets any info on members of your squad unless you know for a fact that they're either a)Dead or b)Owes you money.
The latter I like to hang over their heads in order to get loans paid back faster. Yes, I'm evil like that.

Anyway, I'm off to go help Bryan before he pukes all over that guy's head and contaminates the scene.
I'll try to keep in touch more often, but with the economy the way it is right now it seems all the wanna-be sociopaths are crawling out the wood works, which means more crime, more crime scenes, more bodies, more suspects, more paperwork and more time chasing down leads. All of which requires more than 24 hours to cultivate. I was supposed to be on vacation next week, but that got pushed back because of this serial killer case. GRRRRR!
Damn serial killers!!

We all have a past that shaped us into the person that we are today.
The experiences, good or bad, weaved themselves into our characteristics and made us into the person we present to the public.
This is Marcus' story.

Read story here------->Smoke and Mirrors-Marcus Story.doc

Marissa reflects on a past incident between her and Marcus.

Read story here:Nothing To Prove.doc

Photo courtesy: http://leslie-marcus.fineartamerica.com/


Marcus Intro-Pt.2

A lot of the new fans have written and asked about the origins of Marcus Grant.
For those diligent enough, I told them where to find the first chapters where he was introduced. But for the rest of fans it just seemed like work to review the past posts in order to find out more about this fascinating man, who always seem to have Marissa tied up in knots.

So for your reading pleasure I will post the chapter links in the days to come(don't say I never did anything nice for you fans).

Here is Part 1: Marcus Introduction

Bryan and Marissa are down in the File Storage Room on the 21st Floor of the Federal Building.

Bryan: What are we looking for again?

Marissa: We need the court reports from the Manashi trial from 2006.

Bryan: And we need this why?

Marissa: Because it ties into the Beckmer-Slate case we’re working on. Can you look in that big white box over there and tell me what it says?

Bryan: Wait....what does a human trafficking case have to do with a corporate fraud case?

Marissa *scrutinizing a file box filled with legal-size manila folders*: You’ll be surprised Anderson at how two unrelated things can add up to be the most explosive thing and the glue that ties all the pieces together.

Bryan: Hmmm....kinda like you and Marcus Grant, right?

Marissa: What? What did you say?

Bryan: You know what I’m talking about here? There’s more to the projected story between you two. You two suck the air out of a room when you’re together. I thought you and Santoni were bad, but you and Grant are far worse. Hey, I think I found the box.

Marissa *walks over to Bryan*: Don’t be ridiculous Anderson. There’s no “story” between Grant and I. I knew him from the neighborhood. We went to high school together, and even back then I hated his guts. It’s no big deal.

Bryan: Yeah right. I was there when you first went to see him, remember? You looked like you wanted to pass out or throw up. Come to think of it, you looked like you wanted to do both at the same time. I’ve never seen that look on your face other than when you’re drunk off your ass. Come on, what are you not telling me?

Marissa: What I’m not telling you is that you are certifiable crazy if you think there’s anything, or was anything going on between myself and Marcus Grant. The man is a criminal. Call me crazy, but somehow I don’t see how a relationship would work between us, given that we’re on opposite ends of the law spectrum.

Bryan: I’ve seen crazier.

Marissa: I bet you have. Now lets see if we’ve got the right box. Holy crap! Look at all these folders! It’s going to take us forever to get through these.


Bryan: You cared about him didn’t you?

Marissa: What? Who?

Bryan: The Easter bunny. Dammit woman! I’m talking about Grant. You cared about him back in the day, and then he did something that fucked it up. Admit it.

Marissa: Drop it Anderson.

Bryan: What did he do?

Marissa: I said drop it. Now, can you stop yapping and start looking at these files? I’d like to get outta here by seven o’ clock tonight. They’re having that thing to celebrate Santoni’s promotion and I don’t want to be late.

Bryan: I forgot about that. You know rumor has it that he asked Julie to move in with him, right?

Marissa: You need to stop listening to office gossip Anderson. You should know better. Remember the one about us having sex in the stairwell at the Hyatt during the Christmas party?

Bryan: Yeah...that was a good one. I was all set to let that one continue too until you ruined it by proving you weren’t even at the party. Sharon Markley was all set to let me hit it after she found out. You know I’ve been after her for a while now. Plus, she envies you.

Marissa *rolling her eyes*: She does not! Does she know how pathetic my life really is?
Sharon Markley is welcomed to you. Lord knows I’ve been trying to pawn you off since you became my partner. Can you grab those two folders at the side there? I think they may be the ones we want. What does the label say?

Bryan: Depositions. And I’m the best partner you’ve ever had. Not to mention the most handsome. Moyner’s a good man, but I figure he had to be to make up for the lack of looks.

Marissa: You’re mean.

Bryan: I’m honest. You should try it. Would save you a whole lot of time from denying that you still have feelings for Grant.

Marissa: I don’t feel anything for Grant.

Bryan: Then you should. It would drive Santoni nuts.

Marissa: Santoni is practically a married man. Didn’t you just say he and Julie were moving in together?

Bryan: I said it was a rumor. You still have time to go claim him.

Marissa: I don’t want to claim him. I’ve moved on.

Bryan: To Grant, right?

Marissa: No! What is with you today? Are you the 3D version of Match.com?

Bryan: I’m just trying to get you laid.

Marissa: Please don’t. I can do that on my own.

Bryan: You’re not doing a good job so far. Paul Campbell from Forensics gets more action than you, and you know he’s like a hundred and twenty years old.

Marissa: I’m fine. Now, can we drop the subject and get on with these files? I swear Anderson sometimes you’re worse than my mother.

Bryan: That's not a compliment.

Marissa: Wasn’t trying to be complimentary.

Bryan: In that case, fuck you.

Marissa *smiling*: Now there’s the Anderson I know and love.

Things are about to heat up as Marissa uses her undercover skills to lure and distract a crime lord. But just when she thought everything was going as planned, Marcus surprises her with some shocking news, and once again she's caught up in the middle.

Caught Up In The Middle-Pt.3.doc

Here's the exciting continuation to Marissa's day-gone-bad saga.

Caught Up In The Middle-Pt.2.doc

I know you guys are dying to see the outfit Marcus picks out for her, so here it is:



The Front


The Back

What started off as a typical day for Marissa quickly morphs into the day from hell, when the two alpha males in her life are paired up together. How will Marissa handle this situation when she's caught up in the middle of it?

Read here and find out: Caught Up In The Middle.doc

Are some things better left unsaid, or is it better to clear the air and know where you stand?

This is the dilemma Marissa faces when faced with the truth and consequences of her past actions.

Unsaid.doc

Here is the long-awaited sequel to the birthday story that had tongues wagging all over the country.

Make A Wish-Part 2.doc

It's Marissa's birthday and the guys want to do something special for her. But will their good intentions be marred by unforeseen events no one but Marissa has control over?

Rated R for smut content and F for a fun read.
Make A Wish.doc

Today is Marissa's 33rd birthday, and even though I know she's going to kill me for shouting her out like this, I really couldn't care less.

I tried calling her to sing the "Happy Birthday" song to her, but I kept getting her voice mail. Let's hope the reason for that was because she was getting some birthday loving(wink, wink).

Hope you have a really great day Mari. You deserve it. And please try not to work late tonight. Go out and have some fun.

Tired, hungry and in no mood to be cordial, how will Marissa deal with a late night visitor? Especially ones bearing "presents".


Cross-Fire.doc

*Bryan watches Marissa rifling through her handbag at a frantic pace*

Bryan: What are you looking for?

Marissa: My Claritin. My allergies are kicking up today. Damn Spring!

Bryan: Do you want me to go out and get you some?

Marissa: No. I bought a new box yesterday. I know it’s somewhere in here.

*Opens random pockets in her handbag*

Marissa: There’s too many damn pockets in this damn bag!

Bryan: I thought that is your favorite handbag.

Marissa: It is....just not right now. I know I put them in here this morning.

Bryan: You want me to go over and ask Stephen if he has any?

*Stares with wide eyes at Bryan*

Marissa: Are you mad? I’m not giving him any encouragement to come over here and talk to me.

*Looks over at Stephen who is laughing to himself as he reads through a stack of papers on his desk*

Marissa: Is it just me or does he seem crazy to you?

Bryan: It's just you. Compare to some of the people I've worked with at other offices, he's completely sane.

*Marissa studies Bryan thoughtfully*

Marissa: Maybe you were the crazy one.

Bryan: Hmmm....that could be true.
*At that moment a loud sneeze erupts from Marissa*

Bryan: Bless you

*Marissa grabs a handful of tissues from her bag and blows her nose*

Marissa: Thank you. I’m dying. My head is about to explode and my eyes feel like they have sand in them.

*Drops head dramatically on desk*

Bryan: Hand over your bag and I’ll take a look.

*Marissa clutches bag to chest*

Marissa: No! Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s improper to look through a lady's purse?

Bryan: Yeah. And? So? She also told me not to date loose women. Did you think I listened to her?

*Marissa stares at Bryan and narrows her eyes*

Marissa: You were dropped on your head as a baby, weren’t you?

Bryan: Either you let me look for the medication or I go across to Stephen. Either way you’re going to end up embarrassed.

Marissa: Have I ever told you how much I hate you?

Bryan: Repeatedly. Now what is it going to be?

*Marissa lets out a loud, long sigh*

Marissa: Fine.

*Throws handbag at Bryan*

Marissa: I’ll take Partner Humiliation for $200 Alex.

*Bryan takes the bag and begins the search for the Claritin.*

Bryan: Jesus! Can you pack any more shit in here? Sheesh! No wonder you can’t find anything.

Marissa: Hey! No commenting on my bag. Just focus on the allergy medicine recovery.

*Bryan holds an object up for inspection*

Bryan: Is this what I think it is? Why do you have a screwdriver in your bag?

*Marissa rolls her eyes at Bryan*

Marissa: You never know when you’re going to need that. I’ve been in situations where that would’ve come in handy.

*Bryan shakes his head sadly and goes back to rummaging in the bag*

Bryan: I don’t even want to know. Is this a roll of duct tape?

*Holds up roll and stares at it incredulously*

Bryan: Please tell me you don’t have midgets in this bag.

Marissa: Ha, ha. Very funny. Give me back my damn bag.

*Lunges for bag*

*Bryan holds bag up in air away from her grasp*

Bryan: Not so fast missy. There’s one object in here I’m curious about.

*Marissa looks at him nervously, hoping he didn’t find the secure cell phone Marcus had given her to use when she needed to contact him. When he gave it to her she had refused vehemently, and questioned him about where he gotten such a phone.

His only answer was: “There are some things I don’t ask you about your job, and I request that you do the same about mine.”

She was about to throw the phone at him when he continued: “I’m sure you don’t want to explain to your boss why you’re talking to the FBI’s most unprosecutable gang leader on the East Coast, and the fact that I’m not even your legal C.I.”

He had a point there.

So, she reluctantly took the phone, but kept it turned off and buried it in a zippable pocket at the bottom of her bag.

Out of sight, out of mind was the philosophy she told herself she was working with.

But unfortunately the more the phone was hidden the more she thought about it. She hadn’t told anyone about the phone and she didn’t intend too. She was not even going to use the phone.
She hoped.
Now Bryan was giving her an odd look and a heavy feeling of dread was beginning to settle in her stomach. She watched as Bryan’s hand went deep into her bag and came out holding a roll of toilet paper.

Relief flooded through her.

That was close.

Bryan: Seriously? You walk around with toilet paper in your handbag?

Marissa: We’re on a lot of stakeouts. You never know when nature may strike. Plus you know how weak my bladder is. I can’t do without going to the bathroom every two hours.

*Bryan puts the toilet paper back in the bag and hands Marissa the box of Claritin and a bottle of water.*

Bryan: You’re scary. And after viewing what’s in your bag I think I’ll take heed to my mother’s advice from now on.

Marissa: So no more loose women?

*Marissa pops out a tablet from the case and swallows it with a gulp of water*

Bryan: I guess so. Now I’m going to have to find looser women.

Marissa: And you say I'm the scary one? Ha!