A/n) I am back! I just got home from vacation and it was awesome! But I won't bore you with the details, I just wanted to give you guys a welcome home present from me, because I came home and i'm celebrating by giving you guys this chapter. Its not too long but it should cover enough.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own KND... I don't? Well that's sad to know...
She picked them up and flipped through them.
They were all pictures of her.
All of them had been captured at some point in her life, both her lives. It unnerved her to think someone was watching her this whole time and she hadn't even realized it. Only a few pictures brought back memories. Most were to close to identify the background.
One had been when she went to Kuki's party. She held up the picture, it was her, talking to Hank and Abby. Rachel suddenly felt a chill. This was the party were that bomb had been planted... so whoever took this picture had planted the bomb.
Another picture was when she was with Harvey at the basketball court... right before they were attacked. She shifted through them, pictures of her face close up, her in various outfits, be it normal or spy. She gritted her teeth to keep the anger from tearing up the things. Who was this guy? How did he get all these pictures of her without her detecting him?
Something wasn't right here.
She was so engrossed in the pictures and boiling with anger that she almost didn't hear the foot steps coming up the creaky stairs. Faster then lightning the box was back in its place along with all the information, sealed and silent. As if nobody had touched it. Unfortunately she couldn't make her escape. The window was sealed shut.
The door creaked opened with an ominous squeak. The blond agent gulped before throwing herself under the rickety bed. She heard heavy footsteps before the causers of the sound came into her line of view. Heavy boots plodded past her, moving the floor boards she was laying on.
She held her breath, hoping he'd only forgotten something and wasn't turning in for the night. She heard the steps grow quiet for a moment. For some reason this made her uneasy. What was he looking at?
The shoes came closer then stopped right in front of her. This was bad right? She stayed motionless, maybe he would lay down and fall asleep. One of the Booted feet started tapping impatiently.
"Are you going to come out or am I going to drag you out."
Maybe not... Damn, how did he-
"Well."
Rachel didn't panic, instead her mind was zooming around analyzing the best thing to do in this situation. That was, to buy time. Fight later.
She slowly creaked out from underneath the dusty hiding spot. Flicking the dust off , she turned towards her addresser, every muscle tensed, ready for anything. Her mind sharpened to think of any possible plan as the change of event came in a flash.
"Well, well, well. Madam spy I presume." Came the sarcastic voice.
Rachel's head suddenly hurt, she didn't like that voice. It made her feel... uncomfortable.
"Didn't you mommy ever tell you its rude to look through a mans things when he's not home."
She tilted her head as she backed away a step, he stepped forward. She was holding back the punch in the jaw that was itching to get at him. But her teeth were clamped shut to keep her calm so she didn't answer yet.
"No, well then, guess you know what happens now."
She flicked her wrist sending her flash light right into the masked mans eyes. He blinked rapidly, which was enough for her to send one swift kick on his side making him stumble back she made a beeline for the door and refused to look back. Maybe she should have.
A hand grabbed her ankle, she let out a small gasp as she lost her footing and fell to her hands and knees.
"Where do you think your going." She bit back a yelp as the spy snatched her up and pinned her arms behind her back.
"Now I think this is a more suitable position for you to be in."
She growled lightly, why did this freak keep talking to her? She had the suspicious feeling... something else was up, somewhere else.
"Who are you?" She snapped.
"None of your business. Who are you."
She bit her lip as he tightened his grip in her wrists, "None... of your business." She gasped out as he forced her to her knees.
She could practically feel the smirk radiate off of him, "One way to find out."
Before she could answer, one swift pull and her face suddenly felt cold. Her hair was in its pony tail, but it wasn't inside anymore. It came tumbling out like a gold waterfall.
The grip on her wrists lessened a bit for some reason. This was her chance. With one painful wretch she was free and looking at the spy instead of cowering under him. Her fists ready in a fighting stance.
"Give that back." She hissed. If the room wasn't so darn small, she could have taken this guy out by now.
He clutched it tighter, "No."
That made her mad.
She tightened her fists and threw herself into a cartwheel, forgetting the shoddy structure of the building. Of course she was reminded half a minute later while in a hand lock with her opponent.
The weak floor boards where cracking underneath her. She gasped as the ground suddenly just fell away. Barley having an extra second to grab at the intact floor boards, she bit back a scream.
A splint, then crack, that floor board was going down with her. Her muscles tensed ready for the hard impact but to her surprise she landed on something a lot softer then the ground, and would have gotten up too if it weren't for the chunk of celling that suddenly made itself acquainted with her head.
It was all black afterwards...
It was dark, very, very dark.
She felt cold, her heart was the only sound in the darkness. Beating wildly in her ears, as if she'd just run a mile and a half. Her head hurt, why did her head hurt, where was she? She felt small. She closed her eyes. Were they closed? She wasn't sure, it was dark so it wouldn't have made a difference.
A voice.
She heard it, calling, it was very low, very far. But she knew she was hearing it. There, it was coming closer... or was she going closer? She felt like her body was controlling itself. Louder, the voice was louder now, what was it saying?
One word, over and over... Her name, it was her name.
"Rachel... Rachel... Rachel," It kept saying.
She knew that voice it was engraved into her memory, that voice.
"Who, who are you? Where are you?" She thought she'd called out but she couldn't feel her mouth move.
"Right behind you." It said.
She wanted to turn, she had to turn. She felt alone, cold, separated from everything. Everything hurt suddenly, the year of being alone, the things she'd seen, the deaths she'd witnessed because there was nothing anyone could do.
She tried to do something about it. But you can't turn back the past.
Her heart cracked a little, no matter how much you wished you could.
She was completely alone now. That voice was gone, left her in the dark. Alone.
She felt like crying. Why couldn't she cry? She couldn't feel her own face. Suddenly a warm hand was on her shoulder. Well, she thought it was her shoulder. It was rubbing small circles into her, bringing back some feeling.
"You'll be ok."
Who had said that? She knew who said that, it was lie though. A nice lie, but still it hurt later when you realized it actually is a lie.
The hand moved to her face, gentle, warm. Alive.
She opened her eyes expecting nothing but darkness. Only to be met with another pair of eyes. Darker then she remembered.
"It'll all be ok."
"No it won't. You know it won't." She gasped slightly, wishing she knew where she was.
"Not true. You don't have to let it be so bad Rachel. Your stronger then that. I know you are."
She could see him now, she should have known, "Chad? Where... where did you come from?" She felt tingly as if something was holding her back from bursting with either grief or joy.
"Doesn't really matter does it. Listen, it's ok. You have your answers just take a breather and look at what's in front of you next time."
She didn't understand, this wasn't real. It couldn't be real... could it?
"What are you talking about?" She looked bewildered at him. He seemed to be fading.
"What I said Rach, the answers are right in front of you. Take care of yourself. "
She gasped as he faded even more, "Chad no, you cant', please... I don't want to be lost any more... don't-go" It was to late he was already gone...
She snapped up with a gasp. Her chest was heaving, her head ached something awful and her face... She touched it. It was wet. She'd been crying.
"Rachel?" Fanny's freckled face appeared, worried and tired looking.
"Fanny, where am I?" She asked her throat itching, this was the second time she'd woken up from an injury having no idea where she was.
"In the agency's infirmary, Ya gave us quite a scare lass. What happened?" The Irish girl asked worriedly.
Rachel rubbed her head and winced, " I don't, I don't remember. I tracked the spy down, found some blue prints of ouR latest weapons technology and then... a fight, I guess the floor must have collapsed or something." She fell limp, back against her pillow.
Fanny stayed silent for a moment, it was as if her mind was focusing on something else,"Rachel, I didn't want ta say anythin' before but... ya seem really troubled. Mind tellin' me what's wrong?"
The blond didn't answer.
"I mean ya seem a lot more tense lately then ya did before and I was just wonderin', why?"
Rachel let out a small sigh, "It's nothing Fanny, it's just that I just want to wrap this case up as fast as possible. That's all." She said with a hint of coldness.
The red heads noticed and decided to push on some other time. But she knew that line had more baloney in it then the meat isle did.
"All right then, lets get ya home. Harvey's worried sick about ya." She helped her friend out of bed and they both made their way silently out of the room.
Rachel suddenly had this nagging feeling... they were being watched.
