Chapter Six:
"I don't know if this is the best idea," Mac said after Noah filled them all in on his plan. They had arrived in Greece and were in the beautiful hotel room near the compound.
"If Robin was here before, we know they had a working lab and she couldn't have been the only doctor ever here. Tommy can speak the jargon and they don't know him," Noah said.
"Besides, I'll pull out the British accent and they will be none the wiser," Tommy said as he slipped into a thick accent.
Patrick stared at him.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
Tommy grinned.
"Living in London for seven years rubbed off on me."
"So what if they take you in and want to see what you can do? How are we going to get you back out?" Mac asked.
"You know where I'll be and I'll have my phone. Don't worry, it's just to get some information," Tommy said.
Patrick didn't know if this was right, but he was afraid someone would recognize him if he went in first.
Tommy buttoned his coat and smoothed his hair back.
"If they do any research, they will find I'm legit. Don't worry so much. Let's go."
Noah nodded and looked at the other men.
"It's something, okay?"
They nodded and all went as far as they could with Tommy before he went to the front of the gates on his own.
He rang the bell and waited until the door opened and a man in an incredibly expensive suit opened the door.
"Can I help you?"
Tommy nodded.
"I am Dr. Williams here to work on the pediatric research with Dr. Scorpio."
The man stared at him and Tommy held his gaze.
"Just one moment."
He waited while the man left and he tried to calm his nerves. He could do this.
"Right this way," the man said as he came back.
Tommy followed him in and to a back room. He was told to sit and wait and he did just that. He figured he was being watched, so he didn't text the men yet.
About ten minutes later, an older woman came in and sat down. She was glamorous and Tommy felt an immediate sense that she was evil.
"Dr. Williams is it?" she asked.
"Yes, and who might you be?"
"My name is Helena Cassadine. You are in my home here and I am curious as to why."
Tommy knew that name and he wasn't scared. He felt anger at this woman and what she put Robin through.
"I am chief of pediatrics at Heathrow General and I was selected by a group of Greek physicians to help with the study of cryogenics and how it related to the regeneration of oncological cells in juvenile leukemia. I am truly hoping I didn't waste my time."
Helena raised her eyebrows and looked up as one of the servants came in and leaned down to speak with her for a minute. He left and she smiled.
"So, your credentials checked out," she said.
"I should hope so. Was this a giant waste of time or did the doctor who brought the little boy back from a vegetative state here?"
"How do you know about that?"
Tommy didn't blink.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I am a leader in cryogenics and am the top pediatric surgeon around? I am aware of every newsworthy event in regards to my field and I don't like to be jerked around. Is the doctor available for me to talk or should I book my fight back to London?"
Helena shrugged.
"What makes you think I need your help?"
"I don't. I have the money to help your cause and you have the knowledge to help mine. This study is not normally accepted and those of us who work in the field are always looking to improve," Tommy said.
"I see," Helena said. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Dr. Scorpio is no longer working with us."
Tommy realized that meant she had been.
"I'm very sorry to hear that. My backers will be as well," he stood up. "Thank you for your time."
Helena stood and walked to him.
"Dr. Williams, perhaps I can convince you to stay for dinner?" she asked and ran her hand over his behind.
"Why would I do that?" Tommy asked, fighting the urge to vomit.
"Well, just because Dr. Scorpio isn't working with us doesn't mean I can't get you her notes," she smiled. "If you have dinner with me."
Tommy raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"That would be interesting. I'll go shower and change. What time?"
Helena ran her hand over his chest.
"Two hours; don't be late. And wear something that shows off your chest."
Tommy leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"I'll be here," he said and walked out. He didn't stop walking until he was inside the hotel and back in the room.
"Fuck," Tommy said as he pulled his lab coat off. "She was there."
"Is she okay? Is she still there?" Patrick asked.
Tommy sighed.
"I don't know," he said and proceeded to fill them in on what she said.
"You can't go back," Patrick said. "Helena is a ruthless killer."
"And if I don't, she will know I'm lying and we will lose any chance of finding Robin," Tommy said. "I can handle her."
Noah was quiet and Mac looked at him.
"What are you thinking?" Mac asked.
"We have confirmation that Robin helped with Jake, right? She basically admitted that?"
Tommy nodded.
"She told me I could look at her notes."
Mac nodded.
"So if there are notes and Robin was there, she must still be around. If Jake was just found, maybe Robin is still being kept somewhere. This compound is huge and there is no way to know if she's being held. I think we need to look around."
Patrick nodded.
"I agree."
"When you go on your date, is there a way to keep Helena occupied enough to distract her for a while?" Noah asked Tommy.
"I'm not having sex with her," he said. "She's like 100 and I'm married. To a beautiful woman. Who isn't a grandma."
Patrick smiled at him.
"We don't want you to have sex with her, just keep her occupied."
"How about I sedate her? Then I can help you look."
Mac sighed.
"How are you going to do that?"
Noah smiled.
"I've got some meds in my bag. If you can get close enough to inject her in the behind, we'll be good to go."
Tommy looked at Patrick.
"You so owe me," he said.
"What about the guards?" Patrick asked.
"I'll tell her to make them leave. She seemed into me enough that she'll do it," Tommy sighed. "I have to get changed. She wanted me to wear something that showed off my chest."
Patrick fought back a smile and Tommy shot him a look.
They all hoped this would work.
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Robin was half out of it when someone came in room and walked up to her. She was startled because nobody had come in except to bring her food and they never came too close.
"What are you doing?" she whispered as they began to rifle through her things.
"Where are your notes? The boss wants your notes," he said and tossed her things all over.
"Stop it! You have no right touching my things," she tried to yell, but her voice was gone. She felt her tears fall as she watched him grab a bunch of her stuff.
"Why don't you just die already?" the guard asked as he walked out and locked the door.
She moved to pull her things back to her and realized he had taken one of her private journals.
"Screw you!" she screamed with all her might. Her head was pounding and she gathered her journals and hold them to her. They would have to pry them out of her cold dead hands.
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Patrick, Mac and Noah all dressed in black and waited in the shadows while Tommy went to the front door and knocked. He had on a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt and he felt ridiculous.
The guard opened the door and motioned for him to enter. He smiled and walked in.
"Dr. Williams," Helena smiled as she sat in her robe in a plush bedroom. "Come in, please."
Tommy smiled and moved closer to her.
"I thought we might have dinner first," he said.
"At my age, it's important to indulge in the fun before it's too late. Take your clothes off and let me judge your worth."
Tommy almost choked and he walked to her and smiled.
"I think it's time for you to learn who's boss. I am not here to be your submissive and sure as hell don't take bedroom orders from anyone. I think it's time for you to listen to me and do as I say," he moved to her and pulled her up, sweeping her into his arms and placing her on the bed.
"Oh, well I guess you're never too old to learn," Helena said and grinned.
"I want the guards sent away," he said firmly and she made a call before turning to him.
"Done."
"That's my girl," he said and grabbed the syringe he had in his pocket and without her even knowing; he injected her behind.
"Ooh, whatever you're doing, don't stop," she said as she closed her eyes and Tommy shook his whole body as he watched her fall asleep. He tucked her under the covers and quickly texted the men to come to the door. He saw a pile of papers and took them, hoping they were the notes. He locked Helena in the room and went to the front door.
Patrick and Noah and Mac waited at the door as Tommy came and opened it. They all came in and Patrick looked at his best friend.
"You okay?"
"Fine, but we never talk of this again, ever," Tommy said.
Mac led them through the house and he and Mac went one way while Patrick and Tommy went another. They went into each room and saw nothing out of the ordinary. They looked for a lab and didn't see anything.
"This is like finding a needle in a haystack!" Patrick yelled. "We need some direction."
"I have her notes. Maybe she left us a clue?" Tommy said as he put the notes on the table. There was a journal there and Patrick froze when he opened it. Her writing jumped off the page and he saw the date.
"This was last week," he said. "She has to be here"
"Does it say anything about where she is?" Tommy asked.
Patrick skimmed it and shook his head.
"No. It's about us. She was remembering our life together," he said brokenly.
"Here," Tommy said as he looked through her notes. "She said she's in a dark room in the cellar. She hears the kitchen above but they can't hear her."
"We're in the kitchen. There must be a door to the cellar. There must be an opening somewhere!" Patrick said.
The two men looked everywhere when they heard a noise. Tommy shoved Patrick into the pantry before he pulled his shirt off and went to the fridge, looking into it as the guard came in.
"Oh, excuse me," the man said.
"Helena said we were alone. I can't perform with interruptions," Tommy said as he grabbed some champagne. "Is this going to be a regular occurrence?"
"No sir. Please don't mention this to Mrs. Cassadine. I won't interrupt again."
Tommy glared at him as he left.
"Shit," he exhaled as he went to the pantry. He saw Patrick digging in the corner and he went to help.
"Here's a latch," Patrick said and Tommy helped him move the shelf. The door opened and they both looked at each other.
"Robin?" Patrick yelled as they walked down the stairs.
They had no way to know what they were walking into.