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Carrie laughed at the obvious joke and then smiled to herself when she noticed the tell tale bulge in the front of Bobbies pants. It seemed a pistol was not the only thing she was packing. She would just have to see if she couldn't find an opportunity to get a closer look at that!
Bobbie finished up with feeding the last of the flying squirrels and moved over to the laptop. She hit the call button on the conferencing software and waited for Beverly to pick back up on her end.
When the web cam picked back up on her Beverly was half reclining on her sofa in satin pajamas with a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other. "Oh, I see our patient has finally managed to join the world of the conscious again. Hello Carrie, I am Dr. Potter how do you feel?"
As Carrie and the doctor began to converse Bobbie headed into the small kitchen off the treatment room and cleaned up the feeding syringes, placing the left over milk replacer in the small fridge for use at the next feeding. She pulled out her cell phone and set an alarm for 2 hours time and made a note to give Chance his mice then too. She went over to the main house getting Carrie a T-shirt and sweats then stopped by the garage and grabbed her backpack out of the Jeep.
As she came back into the room she over heard Beverly say with a laugh "Just remember she is shy you will have to take matters into your own hands or she will never make the first move, and if you get in the hot tub keep your legs up, I mean that ankle wound out of the water!"
Bobbie cleared her throat noisily, interrupting the other two women laughing. "Excuse me, somehow I don't think I was supposed to hear that! Bev what the hell are you up to?"
"Just recommending a little treatment for the nurse as well as the patient Sugar, you've been up on that damned mountain alone for too long! Besides it's dangerous for Miss Brown to sleep after her head injury and I can't think of a better way to keep her awake for the next 12 hours can you? Now, be a nice little Butch and go get into your safe and get her one of those pain capsules I made you get filled for emergencies. She can have one every 6 hours and no alcohol allowed."
Bobbie blushed, handed Carrie her backpack and the clothes then walked over, unlocked her office door and disappeared inside, hearing the two of them burst into laughter again. She stalked to the bar in her office, grabbed a glass and threw in a few ice cubes from the under counter fridge, then poured a healthy dose of rum for herself. Slamming about half of it down before reaching back into the fridge to retrieve a vitamin water for Carrie. Just as she reached the safe behind the door she heard Carrie yell from the treatment room.
"Bobbie! Can you help me out here?"
She rushed back into the room to see Carrie standing beside the cot holding on to the counter and swaying like she was going to hit the floor any minute.
"Hey now, easy does it there!" She came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her to steady her.
Carrie leaned back into her for a moment then sighed. "This is embarrassing but I can't seem to get into these pants. How about you just hold me up while I put the shirt on then I need to find a bathroom."
Bobbie held her around the waist steadying her enough that she could slip the oversized T-shirt over her head, then handed her the backpack and said "Here, let me. Just hold on tight." She picked her up and cradled her in her arms as she strode through her office to the bathroom adjacent to it.
She sat Carrie back down on her feet in front of the sink where she could hold onto the counter. "You should be able to get around in here by holding the counter tops and the hand rails. I need hand rails myself sometimes. Let me know when you are done in here and I will help you get to a recliner in my office. When I have little ones like the flying squirrels I spend most of my time over here anyway."
Bobbie left the door ajar slightly so she could hear if Carrie was in distress, went to the safe to get her something for pain and stopped by the bar to refill her rum, taking another good long drink. This could end up being a very stressful evening. Every time she touched Carrie now that she was conscious it seemed like the sparks flew and she wasn't sure how smart getting involved with a federal agent that had been caught snooping around would be. She definitely wanted an explanation before she did anything other than lend a friendly helping hand.
She returned to the bathroom and knocked before entering. "Here is a vitamin water and a pain capsule, need anything else or are you ready for a ride to the recliner? We need to talk."
Carrie took the drink and the pain capsule from her popping the capsule in her mouth and washing it down "I hope I keep this down. Every time I get dizzy I feel like I am going to heave."
"How long has it been since you ate anything? If you could keep some soup or crackers down it might help." Bobbie bent to scoop up the shorter woman again and kicked open the bathroom door carrying her into her office and sitting her down in one of two large leather recliners.
The office was not what one would expect. Two large leather recliners were in the center of the room, they swiveled as well as rocked and reclined allowing one to rotate around to view any of the 3 large flat screens. The bar took up the space between the entry and bathroom doors and the screens the other 3 walls. On a small table between the recliners was a small wireless keyboard, a strange looking trackball mouse, several remotes and a tablet computer. The keyboard and mouse operated the computer hooked to one of the flat screens, the tablet computer ran most of the basic environmental functions of the house and clinic.
Bobbie went to the bar and into the cabinets above it. Taking a large ceramic mug she dumped in a package of soup mix, filled the mug from the tap and popped it in the under cabinet microwave.
"Here you are lady, hot chicken soup, not as good as home made but a lot faster. Now, I would really like to know why you were on that bluff."
Carrie blushed and seemed to squirm a bit in the chair. "Well, I have a confession to make. Umm let me start at the beginning. There are Native American sites on your land as well on the Wild Life Management Area adjacent to your land."
Bobbie interrupted with " I just found out about that today when I called the Sheriff to report your accident and try and find out what was going on. I looked through your identification and found out who you were and what department you were assigned to."
Carrie continued "In the past two years there have been artifacts showing up on the black market that apparently came from this area. I was assigned to find out who was raiding the sites. I've been watching you and your land for several months on and off. You have been cleared in any wrong doing but we still need to find out who is doing it and stop them."
"If I have been cleared why didn't you just ask me for help? I mean... here let me show you something."
Bobbie picked up the wireless keyboard and mouse from the table and booted up the computer. As soon as everything was loaded she opened her surveillance system software and began flipping through various cameras through out her property.
"See? I could have just added a few cameras to the system, some of these are nearly a mile from here, distance is no issue. You could have sat here in my office and done any and all surveillance without having to climb bluffs and endure the weather."
Carrie blushed and looked very uncomfortable. "Ah, well, you see at first I was very curious about you and I spent a lot of time watching you. I knew about the cameras. I've been dodging them to keep from being caught. Then,
I did a lot of background investigation and found out why you are doing what you are doing and about the accident. It began to, um, change from an official investigation to something more personal."
Bobbie was taken aback by that. "Personal? What do you mean personal?"
