Chapter Nine

New Feelings

Rachel

She silently walked over to Miles, who was near the river. This was the third day they'd been stuck here, searching for Monroe's son. Miles never talked to her. Frowning, she went up to Miles, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You lied to me." He said, without turning.

"I know, and I'm sorry Miles." She whispered.

Miles shook his head. "Did Ben know?" He asked, finally looking at her. "No…he never knew." She whispered. Miles closed his eyes, and shook his head, rubbing his hand in his dark hair.

"Was Danny mine, too?" Miles asked.

"No, just Charlie." Rachel said. Miles gulped. Rachel stared at the man in front of her. She didn't know what he was thinking, and she hoped that he wasn't hating her…but she knew he was. The sun was beginning to shine, and she decided to change the subject, so that she wouldn't put him on the spot again.

"Where should we go next?" Rachel asked.

"We should split up." He said. "Nora and I go east, you and Aaron go west."

"Fine." Rachel said, agreeing with Miles, not wanting to fight.

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Charlie

Charlie woke up in her bed. Looking over at Monroe's sleeping body beside her. She frowned. Last night was a mistake. She sighed, as she got out of bed and headed for the dresser. She quickly changed into clothes. "Hey," she heard Monroe's voice stirring.

She turned. He was smiling at her, but as soon as he realized she wasn't smiling, he frowned. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Monroe," She began.

"Bass," He corrected.

Charlie frowned even more. "Monroe," She repeated. "Last night was a mistake."

"A mistake?" He asked, he sat up in bed, and scooted closer to her side of the bed. "Don't." She whispered. "You're going to honestly tell me that last night was a mistake?" He asked.

Charlie just stared at the wall, not wanting to hear what Monroe had to say. "You said my name several times," He said. "Yeah, Monroe, trying to get you to stop." She said, rising to her feet. But, he pulled her back down to the bed. "Not Monroe, Charlie," He said. "Bass, my name…"

Charlie couldn't think, it was impossible for her think when he was around. Just then the door slammed open, and an officer came in.

"What the hell, Captain!?" Monroe shouted, angrily.

The man looked puzzled, and looked from her to him, before continuing on. "You're needed in your office, sir." He said. "Go, wait outside, let me change." Monroe said, angrily. Charlie thought what was that important, as she watched Monroe leave. "We'll finish our conversation, later." He said.

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Rachel

Rachel and Aaron headed towards the west. California. Aaron said he hated it there, that the sun never goes down. It's hot all the time, and that's what he has been complaining about for the whole three hours they had started the hike.

"Aaron, one more complaint, and I promise you, I'll put you out of your misery." Rachel said, unhappily. She was upset. Yes, she had let Monroe take her daughter. Her only child left. He was the reason why she had to tell Miles the truth, and she hated it. She felt guilty, and she was hated for it. By the one man that she really loved. The only reason why she stayed with Ben, was because it was the right thing to do.

Now, she felt stupid for carrying on a dead relationship. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't let herself do that. She had to remain strong, she kept thinking to herself. She needed to find Monroe's son, that was the only way to get back to Charlie.

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Miles

Miles trudged angrily through the woods, not noticing if Nora kept up the pace or not. He was upset, yes, but not angry…despite of what he heard when he was not present. He just couldn't believe Charlie was his, and all this time Rachel let him believe that Charlie was his niece. Not his daughter.

Nora kept quiet, knowing that he was upset, and didn't want to speak. Probably better that way. All he wanted his daughter. He didn't care about Monroe's son. He was heading for Philadelphia.

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Monroe

Monroe sat down at his desk, looking at the man in shackles, standing in front of him. "So you are the famous shooter." Monroe sat down at his desk, he put his legs on top of his desk. "You know the penalty for trying to kill the President, son?" He asked.

The boy just smirked, as if he didn't believe him. Monroe just got angry, as he took his legs down. "Son, I wouldn't laugh if I were you, you're in a very serious situation!"

The boy still did not say a word. "Take him to the prison," Monroe said, not wanting to beat a dead horse. The guards yanked him and filed out one by one.

Leaving Monroe alone by himself. He could only think of Charlie, and he wondered if she was thinking the same.