A Helping Hand
Disclaimer: I don't own The Pretender, Youtube, or Breakfast at Tiffany's
Miss Parker heard a knock on her door. As she lifted her head, she saw her trusted computer genius with a laptop in his hands.
"Usually people wait to be let in first, Broots."
"I'm sorry, Miss Parker, but you must see this." He kicked the door closed with his foot.
Pushing aside the papers on her desk, she made room for his laptop, and motioned for him to sit. "What is it this time?"
Broots set up his laptop. "After the earthquake that devastated Haiti, a friend of mine went to Port-au-Prince as a volunteer relief worker."
"How nice," said the Ice Queen in her monotone voice.
"While he was there, he took pictures and shot videos," Broots said, ignoring his boss' cynical comment.
Drumming her painted fingernails on her desk, Miss Parker waited impatiently as to where he was going with the story.
"My friend asked me to edit the pictures and videos. Then, he'll upload it to Youtube. He's familiar with my work there," her bald headed employee said.
Miss Parker raised an eyebrow. "Really? You make videos? What of?"
The computer tech's face turned a deep shade of red.
"I asked you a question, Broots."
Broots scratched his head. "Mostly fanvids of my favorite films. It's just a hobby that I do in my spare time."
"I see. Is it like the one I saw the other day on your computer? Of the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's? You watch chick flicks."
His face turned to a deeper shade of red.
"So, tell me Broots. What does it have to do with me?"
"Well, Jarod is in one of the footage."
"What? That labrat? What's he up to now?" She rose from her chair. Running her long fingers through her hair, her blue eyes glared at Broots. Just the mention of Jarod made her blood boil.
He turned the laptop around for her viewing. She watched her prey dressed in a white coat, tending to a bleeding patient. It was only for a minute. Sitting silently, her eyes were glued to the monitor.
After what felt like an eternity to Broots, Miss Parker turned to him. "Have you shown this to anyone else?"
"No, Miss Parker," he said, shaking his head.
"Excluding this one, do you have enough material to make the video?"
"Delete this one. Make sure you leave no trace whatsoever in this laptop or any other computer. Does your friend have a copy?"
"He took the video using a digital camera and gave me the memory card. There's no backup, so I believe he doesn't have a copy."
"Good. Just make sure no one will ever see this. Don't tell anyone, except Sydney, of course. He will be happy to hear that his protégé is such a good person, and alive and well."
"Yes, Miss Parker. Does this mean we're not going to the Caribbean?"
"No. They need Jarod more than us. They need all the help there. And he is a genius. Jarod can do anything." Walking to the window, Broots' image reflected through the glass. "What are you waiting for? Don't you have a video to make? Don't forget what I've just told you."
Scrambling to his feet, Broots grabbed his laptop, then exited her office.
Placing her hand on the cold windowpane, Miss Parker bowed her head, and silently prayed for the people of Haiti... and for her long-time friend. "You run, I chase, Jarod. Not this time."
A/N: I dedicate this to the victims of the earthquake in Haiti.
A/N: My gratitude to AJeff for her beta.