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The Model and the Street Cat	By : ulyferal Category: +S through Z > Top Cat Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Top Cat. It belongs to Hanna Barbera and I make nothing from writing this story.

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He was exactly on time when he met Spook outside Jurgenson's office complex. Spook had had time to case the place and knew the best way into the building. He led T.C. to a back entrance that said maintenance workers. He jimmied the lock and they slipped in.
They took the back stairs to Jurgenson's fourth floor office. It was located near the stairs. Peeking out, they were met with an empty hallway. It was the weekend so there should no one about but you never could tell. Some people did extra work on weekends, so they were watchful as they lock picked their way into the office.
"If there's anything to find it would be hidden in Jurgenson's office somewhere but the contract should be filed in here. So you look for that while I search the boss' office," T.C. whispered to Spook. The brown tom nodded and went toward the secretary's file cabinet and desk.
T.C. went into Jurgenson's rather nicely decorated office and began to check the walls for a hidden safe. It took him a good ten minutes to discover that Jurgenson was a bright fellow. The very small safe was hidden behind a piece of paneling that looked just like all the rest except for it was just a little lighter in color and was hidden behind a hanging plant. The man must have thought that was good enough because there were no alarms attached to it. It was a simple affair and T.C. had it open in minutes.
Only papers were inside. T.C. took them to the desk so he could see them better. After scanning everything he came across a brown envelope. Opening it was a revelation.
"Bingo! So this is what the bastard is doing to coerce these poor saps," he hissed aloud. In his hands were photos of Jurgenson in a compromising situation with another male. Normally, blackmailing was done by using a female to set up a family man but the use of a male instead would be a death knell for any upstanding businessman. It wasn't fair but it was the way things were in this day and age.
T.C. carried the evidence through to the main office. He wanted to use the copy machine near the secretary's desk. He didn't want to take the originals, it would ruin the case but the copies would allow Dibble to get a warrant. Smiling ferally, T.C. warmed up the copy machine while looking over at Spook.
Spook had decided to search the secretary's desk first, reasoning that, if the meeting was to be Monday night, the paperwork would have to be in a suspense file near or on her desk in case it was needed for reference.
"And there you be!" Spook said softly to himself as he drew forth a copy of the document with Misha's signature on it. He frowned. It was signed but was that really Misha's handwriting. It would have to be compared to Misha's to be sure. He went back to looking through files to be sure there wasn't anything else they could use.
He looked up when T.C. came into the room grinning. "Found something boss?"
"Oh yeah! Just what we need to build a case against Dodgson. What about you?" T.C. asked softly
"Yeah, here is the contract for Misha. It has his signature on it but there is no telling if it really is Misha's. We'll have to compare them to find out," Spook told him quietly.
T.C. frowned at that as he began to copy the documents he'd found. "Okay, just copy it and put the original back. That's what I'm doing with these then we should get out of here."
"Right!" Spook agreed.
Some ten minutes later, the two of them were slipping back out of the building.
"Well that went better than I'd hoped. I was afraid we'd be searching all weekend. Thanks Spook, enjoy the rest of the weekend and I'll see you next Saturday," T.C. told him. Spook smiled and waved goodbye to T.C. as he caught a bus back downtown.
Sighing happily, T.C. returned to Misha's apartment well pleased with the afternoon's work. He had plans for Misha for the rest of the weekend and part of it included chocolate syrup.
The following week was busy. T.C. was fast learning the manager business. He had a thought that he might become Misha's manager but there was a lot to learn and he threw himself into with all his heart. It helped that others liked him and began to include him into their circles. These new acquaintances helped him learn the ropes and avoid the pitfalls of managing talent.
By the next Saturday, his gang had managed to gather more intel on Dodgson activities. When he thought there was enough he went looking for Dibble. It wasn't until the middle of the next week he finally caught up with him.
"Here you go Officer Dibble. Everything we could find. A lot of it shows his unethical behavior and copies of documents that reveal his blackmail schemes. Hope this is enough," T.C. said anxiously as he handed the thick envelope to the officer.
Dibble's eyes widened at the amount of stuff T.C.'s gang had accumulated. He sighed inwardly as he prepared himself to read through all of it before handing it over to a detective in the Fraud Division.
"Well you guys certainly did a lot of work. Hope it's enough too. I'll look it over and then give to the people that handle this stuff then we'll wait and see," Dibble told him making no promises.
"Great...so now its just a waiting game. Please keep me informed on the progress of the investigation. I don't want it to become bogged down just because they're missing something we can find for them," T.C. said.
"Well, just wait and see, T.C.. There are procedures they have to follow and if they skip any or take short cuts the case could easily fall apart before it even makes it to court," Dibble warned quietly.
"Yeah, I understand. I just want this to go well and I want that guy to go down," T.C. growled.
"As do I. But it could take a while. Meanwhile, enjoy your new lives and keep in touch with me." Dibble smiled encouragingly.
"I will, thanks for all your help and support," T.C. said smiling back.
"I haven't done anything yet. Thank me when I have. Take care T.C.," Dibble said as he left with the envelope for the station house.
A month had gone by with still no word about Dodgson's case. Concerned, T.C. searched out Dibble and demanded an update.
"I'm sorry T.C., like I told you, these things take time but if it will make you feel better, I'll check up on it," Dibbled soothed him.
"Yeah, you do that! I don't like that sleaze handling Misha's affairs," Top Cat grumbled leaving Dibble to finish his patrol.
When Dibble finished his tour for the day, he stopped into the Fraud Division.
"Hey Mike, can I ask you what the status is on the Dodgson case?" He asked his friend.
"You can ask but I don't have anything for you," his friend said, a disgusted look on his face. "It seems that Dodgson character is a real smooth operator. He's got his pigeons so scared they won't sing on him and without a witness we can't get him for blackmail. There is enough to get him for unethical conduct but were not the ones who can file for that. Only the Screen Actors Guild can do that so the case has been dropped. I'm real sorry."
"Aw nuts. My friend is going to be real unhappy about that. Thanks for trying, Mike. It really bites when these shysters can get away with stuff like this and people are left scared and helpless while the prey on them," Dibble said angrily.
"Yeah, I know buddy. It really sucks!" His friend commiserated with him.
Dibble left the station house in a foul mood. He needed to get a hold of T.C. and tell him the bad news. It was two days later when he finally caught up with him.
"Did you find our anything, Dibble?" T.C. asked anxiously.
"Yeah, I did but you're not going to like it," Dibble said unhappily. He spent the next fifteen minutes explaining what had happened then spent nearly an hour trying to keep the golden cat from exacting revenge on the spot.
"It's not right!" T.C. said for the fifth time but at least he was no longer shouting. Dibble could only nod in agreement. "Well thanks for trying, Dibble. The only thing left we can do is fire his ass." T.C. said angrily.
"Yeah, that's probably a very good idea, T.C.," Dibble said. "Well I've got to be off. Take care of yourself and stay out of trouble."
"Yeah you too!" T.C. muttered as he headed to catch a streetcar up town.
His mind worked furiously on the ride back to the Winshire Modeling Company. By the time he walked through its doors, he had a plan.
That Saturday, the gang met as always. Even though they were no longer searching for information they still met to keep up with each other. Until Dodgson was dealt with, they couldn't be seen together. It was a strain, which was why these get togethers were so important.
They were surprised to see the grim look on their leader's face when he arrived.
"Hey, why the scowl, T.C. Something go wrong?" Fancy Fancy asked for all of them.
"Yeah, you could say that!" T.C. growled. He explained what had happened. He was met with angry exclamations. After answering all their questions, he laid out his plan.
"Hehheh! Sounds good, T.C. Can't wait to take care of it." Spook said with a fierce grin.
"Alright, each of you knows what to do. Pair up as before and let's get this done quiet and quick." T.C. said grimly. His gang nodded and they all split up.
As T.C. headed with Spook to their target, he wore a feral grin on his face, 'He won't get away with this and we'll make sure he never forgets his lesson either,' he thought to himself.
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