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Women were dressed in their finest cocktail dresses and the men in their suits. Waiters were carrying around Champagne. A wet bar was placed on one side of the room to get mixed drinks for those who didn't like the taste of champagne. Jazz was filling the hallways of the museum. Just about everyone who was Chicago's high society was there tonight for a preview of the new exhibit.
"This has to be one of the most boring parties I've ever been to." Cody complained to Monica.
"You're the one who begged Donovan for the invite after you found it in his garbage can." Monica smiled taking a glass of champagne and started to walk around the exhibit.
"Are you enjoying yourselves?" a voice asked from behind. They turned to see Donovan standing there. "Not having fun Cody?"
"He's just upset that it's not what he thought it would be like." Monica laughed.
"How did you get an invitation anyway?" Cody asked.
"I'm not sure, I haven't had a chance to come here yet. Care to examine the pearls and see which one fancies you?" Donovan smiled at Monica offering her his arm.
"Why thank you," she laughed taking his arm.
"What about me?" Cody asked.
"I'm not giving you my arm." Donovan shot back. Donovan stopped for a moment and glanced through the crowd and saw a familiar face. "If you'd excuse me."
"Knew it was too good to last." Monica said trying to see where he was going.
"A chance to see how the boss operate!" Cody smirked.
Donovan grabbed two glasses and made his way across the room. She was talking to a couple women admiring some of the exhibits. He watched her excuse herself and walk away.
"Hello Ann," Donovan said handing her a glass.
Ann turned in surprise to see him standing there. "Frank?" she asked astonished, "What are you doing here?"
"I work in Chicago now," he answered.
"But what are you doing 'here'?" she asked. Ann nervously looked around the room for an escape.
"I was invited, which surprised me. Do you still work for the Smithsonian?" he asked.
"I do," she replied nervously, "but they loaned me to the American Museum of Natural History in New York. Then they sent me here to run the exhibit."
"Hey boss," Cody said walking up to them, "could you explain one of the exhibits to me?"
"Ann, this is Cody Forrester and Monica Davis," Donovan introduced, "Cody, Monica, this is Ann Watson."
"Nice to meet you," Ann smiled, "if you'll excuse me."
"Ann, wait," Donovan said grabbing her hand, "while you're in town we could have dinner."
"Ann! I've been looking all over for you." a man exclaimed walking up to them and placing a kiss on her cheek. He looked at Frank. "Hi, Mark Davis."
"Frank Donovan."
"Ah! A pleasure to meet you," Mark said shaking his hand, "Ann has mentioned you once or twice."
"Really?" Donovan asked sizing the man up.
"Mark's my husband," Ann announced, "going on four years."
"Congratulations," Donovan said placing a kiss on her cheek.
"If you'll excuse us, I need to speak to my husband in private." Ann smiled dragged Mark away.
"You leave quite the impression on women, Donovan." Monica commented.
"You noticed how nervous she was." Donovan commented.
"Heads up," Cody warned, "District Director at three o'clock.
"For a woman who's been married almost four years, she had no ring on." Monica whispered to Cody.
"Think he noticed?" Cody asked.
"Let's not find out. Well, boss, we're calling it a night. District Director." Monica greeted, smiling politely at the man.
"So, that's Frank Donovan," Mark commented.
"Yes, and he was invited to the reception," Ann hissed digging her fingernails into his arm, "How did he get an invitation?"
"Ow, ow," Mark whines, "you're drawing blood."
"Who invited him?" Ann demanded digging her nails in harder.
"I sent him one." Mark admitted, "I thought it was time to meet the legend."
"Hardly a legend." Ann huffed, "You had no right! What time is it?"
"Quarter to eleven." Mark replied looking at his watch, "Calling it a night?"
"Yes, I need to check on Kelly." Ann told him, "When are you leaving?"
"Not for a while, I still need to make the rounds." Mark replied, dropping his head, "My work is never done."
"I'll see you in the morning." Ann smiled, "Mark,"
"Yes?"
"Stay away from Frank Donovan." Ann warned, getting into the cab.
Mark waved as the cab pulled away. He started to whistle as he walked back into the museum with a purpose. He walked around until he found what he was looking for.
"Excuse me, but would you mind if I borrow Agent Donovan for a moment?" Mark interrupted the conversation.
"Can I help you Mr. Davis?" Donovan asked.
"Mark, please." he insisted, "Your record with the Bureau is outstanding. I used to work for the Attorney General in Washington before moving here to be closer to my wife's family. Shame he had to resign."
"Yes, he was a good man who unfortunately made some bad choices." Donovan admitted.
"I probably would've done the same thing." Mark added, "For the record, I'm the one who included you on the guest list."
"You are aware Ann and I were involved in the past?" Donovan asked, wondering where the conversation was going.
"Yes, Ann told me all about it." Mark responded, "Here's my office number. Call me during the week so we can get together over the weekend. I know you and Ann have some catching up to do. Ah, there's my boss waving me over. Work is never left at work. Hope to hear from you soon Agent Donovan."
