Title: The Kate Spy Chronicles #4

Author: WistfulGuy

Fandom: Pan Am

Rating: PG

Cast: Kate Cameron

Disclaimer: I do not own Pan Am the company or the TV series. I am not associated with ABC TV in any way. I am just a huge fan of the show and like to write. Also, please don't sue me…I don't do well in jail and I have no money. Void where prohibited.

Kate and Marc Rogetson arrived back at his apartment. It was fairly lavish, a two bedroom layout with several impressive looking pieces of furniture. On the walls were several paintings. He motioned to a leather covered sofa, saying, "Won't you please make yourself comfortable while I get us some drinks?"

Nodding in reply, Kate walked to the sofa and sat down. Marc's apartment was certainly very plush, and it certainly seemed he was getting financial help to be living this kind of lifestyle. It just didn't seem to fit someone on a government salary.

The sofa was in a den area of the apartment, and in the same area she noticed a fireplace against the wall with several fire tending tools. She noticed a metal briefcase on an easy chair near the fireplace. That looks worth investigating closely, she thought.

Marc returned with two brandy sniffers, handing one to Kate. "A little brandy to finish off the evening? You know, having the job I do, it is nice to be able to unwind at the end of the day and clear my mind of the boring things I do for a living."

Taking the glass and raising it slightly, Kate replied "Yes, you are correct. But without the boring activities of our jobs there wouldn't be the income for us to afford these exquisite pleasures."

Kate sipped her brandy and Marc replied, "You have a point, my dear. So tell me, do you have someone special back at home?"

"No one at the moment. I've had my flings and my romances, but none that have ever stuck." As she heard herself tell the lie she thought of Niko, wondering if he had ever been put in such a situation to weave a false shroud of a life to obtain information from someone.

Marc set his glass down on an end table near the sofa. "Well, allow me to be forward here and saying that you are quite beautiful, Lydia." He reached his hand up to caress her face.

Kate felt a slight tension build in her stomach as she felt his hands touching her face. Focus, she thought to herself. This is part of the game. She glanced at him, smiling warmly and gazing seductively at him. She also set her glass down and commented, "Thank you, Marc. Your touch feels good."

Leaning forward, Marc continued, "You know, I watched you enter that pub and just knew I wanted to spend more time with you, get to know you and see more of you."

"Now now, I just happened to be the one to catch your attention at that moment. I bet I'm not the first woman you've said these things to."

Smiling and laughing softly, Marc replied, "What? I am an admirer of beauty. Your appearance is intoxicating, and your lust for adventure and life are also very stimulating to me."

Cooing back, Kate said, "I could definitely go for something stimulating!" With that, she leaned forward and kissed Marc deeply on the lips. Marc wrapped his arms around her as they lay back on the couch, kissing passionately. He began to run his hands down her side to her legs.

Kate realized she had to get the drop on him before he moved his hands around to feel the gun she had on her garter holster. Kissing him deeply, she took his head in her hands. Leaning back slightly, she asked, "So what are you in the mood for, darling?"

"Oh a night with you in my bed would be nice, for starters," Marc smiled.

Smiling and laughing softly, Kate replied, "That does sound nice, but there's something I need to do first."

"And what would that be?"

Kate quickly jammed her thumbs into Marc's eyes. He quickly screamed at the pain and swung his arms, knocking her off of him. Reaching quickly for her gun, she got up from the couch and pointed the gun at him as he grabbed his eyes and bellowed, "Lydia, what the hell did you do that for?"

"Shut up, Marc. I'm looking for the missile documentation you have that you plan on selling to the Russians."

Moving his hands from his eyes, he saw Kate standing over him, bearing down with her 32 caliber pistol. Her gaze, which moments earlier was full of passion and sensuality, now was icy and unflinching.

Marc moved around on the couch, placing his feet on the floor. "Oh really. Damn...I should've known you could be a risk, not being a regular at that pub and everything. I guess I have a weakness for you buxom redheads."

"Save the pleasantries, Mr. Rogetson. I don't expect you'll be picking up any women any time soon. I need those plans, and I need them NOW."

"Can't we make a deal? I'm sure we can work something out."

"It's a little late for that, Marc. Where are they?"

Leaning forward slightly, Marc gestured towards the chair with the briefcase near the fireplace. "In that case...they're in there."

Kate glanced towards the case. Keeping a watch on Marc, she gradually side stepped toward the chair. Still holding her gun in her right hand, she reached down to open the case. As she did, Marc commented, "Do you really think you're doing good here? You're not stopping the inevitable, you know. What the hell do you think will happen now? Let me clue you in, some other schmo is going to get enticed like I was and this will happen again. Only next time, you or someone else may not be there to stop it."

Glancing at the documents in the case, Kate saw several with US Department of Defense logos on them. They looked like the real thing. She focused her gaze completely back on Marc. He had lowered his hands and was resting them on the couch. He was sitting to the right side of the couch.

Taking a few steps back towards him, Kate said, "Maybe we will or maybe we won't stop it. But I can tell you this: communism won't win. I and the people I'm with are willing to do whatever it takes to make sure communism doesn't win."

"Oh really? Just how much are you willing to do?" Marc asked. With that, he quickly reached underneath the sofa cushion he was sitting on and retrieved a silver plated pistol. As he brought it up to fire at Kate, she fired four rounds from her 32 caliber, hitting Marc in the chest. Blood spattered the couch and wall behind him. He let out a gurgled sigh and slumped back on the couch.

Kate's pulse quickened. It was not unlike the time she had in London. Her initial fear and remorse was blunted by the fact she had acted in self-defense. Placing the 32 caliber in her holster, she closed the briefcase and quickly made her way out of the apartment.

She hailed a cab to return to her hotel. She'd be checked out and on her way to the airport quickly. She thought about the last exchange she had with Marc. While his cynicism was most definitely coming from his own depression and dissatisfaction, she wondered about the fight against communism. Could they prevail against it? Was it truly worth it? Sighing, she thought the only way to figure that out was to keep working on the side she felt was right. She knew she was strong, and while there would probably be stumbles on her path in the future, she'd keep pressing forward to be the person who made a difference.