I decided to do a series of small stories and this seemed the right sort of think to do, so this story is a cross between Spooks and Robin Hood which I love! But I unfortunately own nothing!
Hope you enjoy, each one will be about five or six chapters long, not very long either, but there will hopefully be quite a few.
Thanx for reading Rache!
The night sky was dark, with no moon or stars to brighten up the air. A black car slipped silently into an alleyway. Out of it appeared John Little, head MI5 agent in charge of protecting the country, followed by Carter, a well trained British MI5 agent. He was pushed roughly out of the car by Will Scarlet, a young agent with a talent to make anything.
"Not so rough!" Muttered Carter. Will took him by the sleeve and pushed him over to where John was standing.
"Sorry," he murmured.
"You know what to do?" John turned to his well trusted friend and mole.
Carter nodded.
"And be safe," added Will.
Carter nodded again as another large black car swept up to them.
Out of it clambered Winchester, a Russian MI5 agent. He was followed by a figure that was hooded, to prevent them seeing anything, and cuffed. The figure was more pushed out as they struggled to regain their balance. Winchester put a hand on their shoulder but the figure shook him off angrily.
"Ah, Winchester." John stepped forward. "Our deal?" Winchester nodded and there was a jangle of keys as the figure finally got their freedom. The figure shook its arms, but was caught by the young man with Winchester, who held their arms tight. The figure sighed heavily, but did not resist.
"And you're saying that you have no idea who that person is?" Will whispered, they were far enough away from the Russians to be heard.
"No." John replied roughly. He turned to Winchester. "The hood." He said.
Winchester nodded and pulled off the hood to revile a young female figure. She had long, tangled brown hair (not surprising since she had been in a Russian prison for 8 years) her deep blue eyes looked around, though she didn't seem terrified, only angry and confused. Her eyes were haunted and over her face seemed to fall some sort of shadow. Her skin was pale and unblemished, with the exception of some sort of old bruising that was wearing away. She was wearing a loose black jumper that was torn slightly at the bottom and some black trackies.
"Marian." Will heard John breath.
She looked around her and spotted them, she showed a few signs of relief, not physically, but Will could tell, the shadow over her face lessened a little and the haunted look in her eyes was replaced slightly by shock.
John snapped his fingers, not removing his eyes from Marian. Carter walked forwards towards the Russians and they shoved Marian forwards, she staggered ahead, still unsteady on her legs. The Russians took Carter in and he spoke fluently to them in Russian, they replied and he laughed. Marian swayed slightly and Will caught her quickly...
Xxx
The car was tense, Marian was staring out of the window and John was taking extra interest in his shoes. They were both wishing that Will was here, but he had excused himself to walk, saying he needed some air.
"How long was it?" John asked quietly, finally breaking the tension.
"Eight years." Marian replied.
John sighed and shook his head. "I'm so sorry Marian, we didn't even know you were in there for a year and then we sweated blood to get you out."
"Its fine John, you get used to it after a while." Marian smiled weakly.
"You shouldn't have had to!" John banged his fist against the car seat. "Please," his tone was softer now. "Tell me." The command was simple, yet complex.
Marian took a deep laboured breath. "Not yet." She said finally, she wasn't ready yet. "How is everyone?" She asked brightly, but John just shook his head.
"Marian, they were all killed." It was blunt, quick and painless.
Well it had been quick, but certainly not painless. "How?" Was all she asked.
"After Harry was killed and I was appointed, then you disappeared. That night, they were all killed in their sleep, at their homes, except Ross who was MIA, suspected dead, but we all have suits at the Grid now, to prevent it happening again."
"The Grid." She repeated.
"The base."
"I know. I haven't been away that long John."
"I know."
Her experiences had made Marian more immune to shock than she had been. She was able to keep all the emotion inside, where she was breaking down. Ross? Harry? Lucas? Connie? Malcolm? Ben? Adam had died in a car bomb incident a few years before she had been taken. It was the first of its kind, unknown to the public. But they couldn't all be gone.
She took a long shaky breath.
"When?"
"When what?"
"When will it stop hurting?"
John sighed. "It will take time, Marian."
"I know." She sighed and went back to staring out of the window.
Xxx
"Oh my God!" A petit woman, with beautiful dark skin gasped and stopped still. "Marian?!" She ran towards her at high speed and enveloped her in a hug.
After years of no affection, Marian was a little overwhelmed by this act of kindness. She snapped out of it and chuckled, hugging Djaq back.
"You're the one they took!" Djaq gaped.
"Yep," Marian smiled, albeit weakly. "What are you doing here?"
"Well when my best friend suddenly disappeared, the one that I knew was an MI5 agent; I came here looking for answers. Honestly Marian, when you disappeared, you caused HUGE panic! So I became an agent an whenever I get a spare minute I start tracking you!" Djaq pulled away.
"Yeah, I suppose that was only likely." Marian sighed sadly.
"Come on." Djaq lead her to the briefing room and sat her down. "What's wrong?"
"Well, apart from the whole Russia thing, I can't believe I dragged you into this! I've just gone and put you in danger!" Marian slumped in a chair and leant back, closing her eyes.
"Tell me what you know!" The woman standing over her was a usual, the mechanism they were using to torture her were burning rods, strictly forbidden, but they didn't care.
"I don't know anything!" Marian insisted, the woman had spoken in Russian and so she replied in it. She hissed in pain as a rod burnt her skin, the smell of burning skin made her gag.
"Tell me!" The woman roared, thank god she had learnt to speak Russian while she was here.
"I know noth-" She cut herself off with another hiss.
The woman moved closer. "Tell me what you know about operation cover-up!" She hissed.
"I know nothing!" A cry this time as the pain became unreal...
Marian sat bolt upright, her eyes wide, now she saw it when she closed her eyes. She put her head in her hand and buried her self, trying to escape the memories
A figure entered the room as Marian tried to escape.
Robin Locksley was having a bad day. He needed to look closer at cover-up and he still hadn't met the guy who had come back from Russia. He had decided to go into the briefing room to look through some papers, in peace.
So he was not happy when he saw that Djaq was in the briefing room, comforting some woman, who held her head in her hands.
"Djaq!" He barked and Djaq span around.
"What?" She asked irritably, turning back to the woman.
"Who's that? Why is she in the grid?" He snapped. What with being the head of section B (the MI5 base, John dealt with everything, like the home office and so on, but he dealt wit the action.) he was always worrying for his agents; he didn't want another repeat of what happened to the last agents.
"Go away Robin, I'm doing something." This wasn't the usual polite Djaq, there was something up with her. It had to be that woman.
Robin put his hand on the woman's shoulder. "Look love, if you've been raped or something I suggest you go to the police." The woman shook him off angrily and stood up. The moment he looked at her he was dragged into her beautiful blue eyes, though they were slightly, what's the word, haunted.
She scowled at him and turned to Djaq with a smile. "I'm going to and find John, I really need a good cuppa. Those Russians sure can torture, but they can't make a cuppa!" She walked past Djaq and wacked into Robin's shoulder purposely.
Djaq followed her with her eyes, looking very concerned. Then she turned to Robin and glared.
"Well done! You really hit it off with her!" Robin was dazed, still remembering her curves, her beautiful eyes. "Robin!" Djaq snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"What?" He asked, snapping out of a trance.
"Do you know who she is?" Djaq asked.
"No." He shook his head.
"That was Marian Fitzwalter, she was an agent at fifteen, got dragged into it when her mum was shot. Eight years ago, the Russians got her..." Djaq trailed off, deciding to let him work it out on his own and went to find Will.
Robin couldn't believe it. She was beautiful, gorgeous. And she was the one the Russians had taken. He sighed and slumped into a seat, staring forlornly at the pieces of paper, it took him two minutes to go and look for Marian...