A new fanfiction of mine. I don't know yet if it would be only two chapters or more. I hope you like it.
Sarah sighed annoyed as she searched hard in her bag for the keys. She stood in front of her apartment door and looked at it in rage, "I knew I would have a bad day since the first moment. My coffee machine got broken, my car didn't start. And now after a long rough day at work, I forget my keys in the office."
She looked in her watch and shook her head, "It's almost eight o'clock. I have to find another taxi to go back to work and get the damn keys."
She looked behind her at the elevator and sighed again, before she heads back to into it and presses the button to the ground floor.
After more than thirty minutes, she reached The Verdiant Industries small branch, in which she works. She greated the security, "Hello again, Max."
He smiled at her, "Miss Giles, why are you back? Something wrong?"
She shrugged, "I forgot my keys in the office."
He nodded, "I see, you want me to send someone in with you?"
She waved to him as she walked into the elevator, "Thank you, Max. No need. It won't take time."
She walked out of the elevator in the eleventh floor and headed to her office. She opened the door and switched on the light, then walked to her desk. She opened the first drawer, before she heard the firm voice, "Raise your hands up and move away from the desk."
She gasped panicked and raised her head to see a man in his fifties wearing a coat over a three pieces suit and a matching fedora. Her eyes moved immediately to the gun in his hands and she talked huskily, "Who's the hell are you?"
He waved to her with the gun, "I said put your hands where I can see them and move away. Or my first shot will rest in between those pretty eyes of yours."
Her face got pale and she did as he said slowly. He pointed at her with his gun again, "Now who are you? And what brought you here now?"
She swallowed, "This office you'd broke into is my office. I'm the Executive Manager of HR in that branch of company."
He looked at the small panel over her desk, "You're quite young for that job Ms... Giles."
She shrugged, "Well, I think I'm clever enough for it, otherwise they wouldn't keep me here that long. Now, I believe it's my turn to ask, who are you?"
He tilted his head and scanned her for a moment, then asked, "You shouldn't be here now, should you?"
She swallowed, "I forgot my keys, so I came back to get them. May I ask what are you doing in my office?"
He moved to stand behind her desk, "I'm done here anyway. Where did you put your keys?"
She pointed, "The first drawer."
He kept his eyes on her and his gun pointed at her with one hand and opened the drawer with the other hand. His fingers touched the keys, so he got them and threw them to her. She caught them and nodded, "Now, what are you doing to me?"
He grinned, "I'll use you as an armor to get out of here."
She looked at him shocked, so he chuckled, "Don't panic, my lady. We're going out of here. I already got what I need and I just need a get out ticket. If you keep calm and polite, I promise you will be fine."
She shook her head scared, "Why don't you use the same route you used to get in."
He moved to hold her elbow tightly, pushing her in front of him, "Unfortunately, sometimes things just don't go as they're planned."
She was panting, "Please, you already got what you need, which I'm sure is illegal to get. Watching you getting out of here with me will put me in jeopardy. I may lose my career because of helping you."
He laughed, as they got into the elevator, "You will lose your career anyway, my dear. It's only a matter of hours. I'm Raymond by the way."
She walked with him, with her face flushed. When they reached the front door, she looked at the security guard and smirked, "Daniel, where's Max?"
He smiled to her, "His shift is over, Ms. Giles. He's told me you were in there searching for your keys. I hope you found them."
She nodded disappointed, "Yes, I did."
He asked, "You want me to get you a cab?"
Red rubbed her back and grinned to him, "Thank you, Daniel. This is why I came with her. I'll give her a ride."
Red finished his words and walked her to a black Mercedes-Benz parking across the street. He opened the door and pushed her in gently, then sat next to her, before the black driver drove away. She turned to Red panicked, "Where are you taking me? What's going on?"
He looked at her cocking his head, "Relax, Giles. I'm taking you home. Would you tell Dembe your address, please?"
She looked at him amazed, then cleared her throat and told Dembe her address. She shifted so she keeps a distance from him and asked, "Why did you do that? Why did you break into my office? And why are you giving me a ride? And who are you?"
He looked at her with twisted mouth, "You talk too much, Giles. Is this how you keep your job?"
She yelled at him, "Stop answering my questions with other questions."
He stared at her, then laughed joyfully, "I'm the one who's holding a gun here. You are the one who answers my questions."
He watched her annoyed sigh amused and went on, "But I'll answer some of your questions. I needed some information about some of your employees. I'm giving you a ride, because you helped me get out of there. I owed you, and I like to pay my debts. Especially as the guard asked you if you need a cab. This means you don't have a car, and you would need a ride home."
She shook her head, "I knew it would be a bad day. As if what happened the whole day wasn't enough. I need to get stuck with a thief."
He chuckled, "I wish it was that simple, my dear."
She looked at him not understanding, then shook her head and looked through her window. After a few minutes, Dembe parked the car in front of her building. Red looked at her tilting his head, "I'm sorry you got involved in that, Miss Giles. I promise you no one will connect this to you."
She frowned, and gazed him annoyed, before she opens the door and smirked to him, "Thanks for the ride."
She got out of the car and walked with nervous steps into her building. Dembe waited till she disappeared and drove the car back to the safe house, where Liz was waiting for them.
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Sarah got into her flat and immediately got her phone out of her bag to call her general manager. She told him what happened, and he thanked her assuring her how much he trusts her and he was going to contact the HQ in Iowa. She hung up with him and changed her clothes, before she pours herself some wine and sat on her couch moving between TV channels. She stopped, when she saw her company logo on the screen. She raised the volume and gasped, when she read the news about the explosion of one of their stores in Iowa. She sat shocked for minutes staring at the screen not really watching the news followed. Till she saw his photo. That guy, Raymond. She saw his picture next to that of the Russian spy. She put her glass down to the table, and pulled her laptop that laid on the chair next to her. She searched for his name, Raymond Reddington.
She got panicked by the information she got. Oh, God. She was with number 1 most wanted criminal by the FBI. She must have been so lucky to survive it and not being hurt anyhow. And she thought it wasn't her lucky day!
She had a deep breath and caressed her short hair with her fingers. She continued surfing the Internet about Reddington and his crimes. As well as that Russian spy, known as former Agent Elizabeth Keen.
She finished her wine and search, then went to her bed.
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For a couple of days, Sarah went to her work as usual. She didn't forget to tell her manger about the identity of the intruder.
In the third day, when she reached the company branch, she parked her car and got out slowly of her it. She was amazed to see the yellow tape around the building and FBI men everywhere. She approached and showed her ID to one of them asking about what was going on. The ginger agent scanned her for a moment, then told her to go home and check the news. She watched him walking away with shocked eyes. A few of her colleagues joined her and she knew the company was put in custody due to illegal problems. Her mined recalled what happened few days ago. She remembered that handsome man who broke into her office then gave her a ride home. That dangerous man, he must be behind all of this. He knew that was going to happen. He told her himself she's going to lose her job anyway. And he's right now.
She had a deep breath and walked desperate back to her car. She drove back to her place and sat on her couch watching the news about her former job.
She spent the whole day thinking, she's lost her job. She needs to find a new one now. And she needs to find it as soon as possible to pay the rent and her pills.
She surfed the network searching for a job that matches her qualifications almost all the day. It was about nine o'clock when she got tired and desperate. She filled in a couple of online applications, but that wasn't enough and wasn't the job she's seeking.
She shut down her laptop and moved to the kitchen to have a snack. She didn't eat all the day, but she really doesn't feel hungry. She brought herself a bottle of beer and lied down on her couch enjoying the silence that surrounded her, but couldn't beat the noise inside her own brain.
She didn't know how she felt asleep, but she opened her eyes immediately, when she heard the movement near from her couch. She sat up fast to stare at the man standing in front of her. It was him. Raymond Reddington.
He tilted his head and smiled to her, "Good evening, Sarah."
She asked panicked, "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
He sat on the chair facing her and crossed his legs, "You know I can get into any place. You saw this once yourself few days ago."
She panted as she talked, "I know who you are."
He took the fedora off and put it on his leg, "I knew about your company. I knew you've lost your job already. This is why I'm here."
She looked at him annoyed, "And why the hell do you care? You knew that would happen."
He raised an eyebrow, "You're a smart girl, Giles. I reviewed your file. You were right. You are clever, this is how you got that job in that young age."
She shrugged, "I'm not that young anyway."
He nodded, "You're thirty seven. I know. I told you I knew many things about you in the past few days."
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "And you're collecting information about me because...?"
He shifted in the chair as he replied, "Because I want to offer you a job."
She raised her eyebrows sarcastically, "With you? With the Concierge of Crime?"
He grinned, "It seems I'm not the only one who kept himself busy collecting information."
She got up and paced, "That was my job. Collecting information about people. And I told you I'm clever in my job."
He got up and approached her, "I knew about that. I knew much about you. About all jobs you had before that one, all your friends, all your relationships, all the places you go to, your ex-husband. And your..."
She ceased breathing, so he lowered his voice, "And your lost son."
She closed her eyes tightly in pain and whispered, "What do you want from me?"
He touched her cheek lightly, "I wanted to make it up for you, Sarah. You were right. You lost your job because of me."
Her body shivered when she felt his warm finger caressing her cheek and she opened her eyes looking into his green eyes confused, "Why me? Hundreds lost their job because of you, after the closure of the factory. Why me? I'm no one special."
He looked into her hazel eyes, "Oh, I think you're very special."
She locked her eyes to his, and moved her face closer to him. He leaned forward, till his hot breath stroked her face, "Will you accept this compensation, Sarah?"
Her face blushed and she felt she was losing control under his deep gaze. She put her hands on his chest and whispered, "I can't work for a criminal."
She shook his head, "You were working with them already, Sarah. You don't know how those people are very dangerous."
She had a deep breath, "You are a wanted criminal. This is different. Even they were bad, they were not wanted by the FBI. And I don't work for them now anyway."
He nodded and pulled her closer to him, "I understand. You will not work for me. I know a friend who can hire you. A good man that has no criminal file."
She ceased breathing when she felt her body pressed against his, and felt his rigid arousal on her lower abdomen. She swallowed and tried to step back, but his firm grip around her waste prevented her. She asked amazed, "Why are you doing this? What do you really want from me?"
He felt her confusion, so he smiled and moved to sit down on the couch, "Okay. I admit it. I liked you. I felt so sorry that night to scare you. And I'm trying to fix that. Do you agree we get out together for a drink?"
She looked at him astonished and asked, "Why do you think I would accept your invitation or your job? Why don't you think I will call the FBI and get that prize they offer?"
He chuckled and pulled her to sit down next to him. He leaned his head closer to her face, "We've been talking for less than half an hour. If you want to do it, you would have done it from the first moment."
His voice lowered an octave as he approached her face more, that his nose almost touched hers, "And you will accept what I offer, because you like me. I can see it in your eyes and I can smell your arousal."
He was surprised when she crushed her lips tightly to his lips closing her eyes to hide her desire.
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Sarah opened her eyes next morning confused. She found herself lying naked in her bed covered only with her cotton sheet. She moved to sit up and moaned of the pain in her body. All her muscles were sore and tensed, she couldn't figure out why.
She decided to go and have a hot shower, maybe it could alleviate her cramps, then come back to her bed. She gasped in shock, when she felt the stickiness between her thighs, and her memory came to her abruptly. She closed her eyes and wiped her hair panicked, oh my God, what has she done last night? She had sex with number one of the most wanted criminals.
I hope you like it. Tell me what you think.