Here's another chapter for you! I apologize once again for any mistakes, my beta hasn't been feeling well so this chapter is once again unbeta. If there is anyone out there who wants to become my temporary beta (depending on how things go you may become my full-fledged – I like this word – beta) send me a message and I will gladly reply and thank you a million times over.
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The screeching of tires were heard throughout the neighborhood as Dimitri pulled his SUV at the front of his apartment building, jumping out of the vehicle and dashing up the stairs two at a time.
He tried opening his door with the house key he had in his hand when a gust of wind pushed the wooden door opened. Panic began blazing inside of him, taking his gun out of its holster and slowly creeping inside.
There was an eerie silence as he called out Rose's name. Sweat building at the palm of his hands while he tried to grip his weapon tighter, his finger twitching ready to pull the trigger.
He strode into the kitchen, the place cleaned and from the looks of it undisturbed for some time. The living room was next and unlike the kitchen it was trashed, cushions ripped and laying on the ground. The TV smashed, the center wooden table broken and crumpled. The place was a mess, stuffing and wood chips scattered around the floor.
With cautious steps he went to check the restrooms and their rooms which all suffered the same fate as the living room. Panicked he checked his closet, digging through the piles of clothes laying on the floor until his fingers touched the hard edge of the box he had safely tucked beneath his shoe rack.
Opening it he saw a miniature box the size of his palm inside, he held his breath as he opened it only to let it out when he saw that his grandmother's ring was still inside.
Lifting it up until the sun rays kissed the rock streaming through the ripped curtains he smiled softly, poking it before his face grimed at the mess someone had made.
His hands reached for his cell phone that was tucked nicely in his front jean pocket, thumbs tapping the screen, Rose's number glaring up at his as he pressed call.
Dimitri felt his lungs construct with each soft ring, already about to end the call and go on a search involving the whole FBI agency, the SWAT team and the CIA when she answered.
"Dimitri? Why are you calling at this time of the day? Aren't you at work right now?"
"Where are you?"
She gave her current location, Lissa's voice in the background as she said something funny, gruff laughs from men answering her that were probably flirting with her. With Rose.
'Hell no.'
He shook his head, wondering were that had come from.
"I'll be right there."
"Wait! Dimitri, no-" he hanged up on her, her protests ignored as he rushed to his vehicle and rode in a hurry to the mall.
Twenty minutes that usually took to get to Irving seemed to stretch into forty-five as the highway was filled with traffic. Some taking their sweet time as they listened to their iPods, talked on their Bluetooth or chatted with their friends that were riding with them in the car.
Finally he arrived at the mall, walking through the doors before being blasted by suggestive looks and lust filled eyes from the women around him.
Now Dimitri was not a man who flared himself, his body, out in the open for the public to see, mainly the women, but he couldn't deny that he was a great looking guy. He's had his fair share of woman, as Rose always so lovingly pointed out every chance she had, but hey, a man's got to do what a man's got to do.
Right?
"Dimitri!"
The sound of his name coming from Rose's mouth stirred something inside of him, but him being well… him he ignored it and tucked it away for later evaluation.
She smiled at him, long brown locks flowing down her back like a curtain of silk. Her cream-colored dress hugging her frame beautifully while she walked up to him in her gladiator-like silver sandals.
He peered behind her, watching as Lissa followed behind Rose with four men trailing her. Four pair of eyes glued to the blond beauty and Rose.
He wasted no time and met her halfway, slipping his arm around her waist. The falter in her step indicating her surprise at his bold move. He grinned down at her before reaching forward and tucking a wayward strand from her eyes.
"Hey, are you done shopping? Something has come up and we need to leave."
She regarded him in silence, watching his face for any kind of signal that he was joking around. Finding none she shook her head 'yes' turning her head around towards a confused Lissa.
They spoke in hushed voices, Dimitri too preoccupied with staring down at the men who were a couple of inches shorter than him. They looked away, none of them stupid enough to look at the women. Their sullen looks making Dimitri smirk.
Shuffling their feet on the carpet floor one by one they left, both Rose and Lissa too enthralled with their conversation to notice the missing presence of the men.
"Okay, we're ready to go."
He nodded at them and tugged Rose with him, the thought of letting her go wrecking havoc in him.
Leading them through a mass amount of people they made it outside and to his car, both women giving a satisfying sigh as the fans inside the SUV blasted them with cool air.
"So comrade, what's going on?"
Rose sat on the ruined couch with Dimitri on the other side, having just dropped off Lissa at her house. An hour ago she freaked out when she saw their home trashed to bits only for Dimitri to calm her down, so now here she sat forty minutes later looking at Dimitri and seeing the once calm FBI agent fidgeting as turmoil raged inside of him.
He looked up at her, his eyes hard as he explained what was happening, "someone sent me something at work, something unpleasant and dangerous."
She nodded her head, signaling him to continue, "I'm not going to go into details but the whole point is, is that they threatened me that if I didn't stop investigating Miss. Sinclair's death then they will harm you. I didn't think to much of it until I arrived at the house and saw all of this"- he gestured with his hands at the mess that still littered the floor - " and came to the decision of moving you into a safe house-"
"No, Dimitri. You know I don't like those places."
"- just until we can capture whoever is behind this. I know how much you despise them, you have told me repeatedly ever since I became a fed, but I'm doing this to protect you."
She bit her bottom lip, thinking it over. He was right at one point, she did need protection and what better way to protect her than taking her out of state? Although, she's seen enough crime shows to last her a lifetime and knew all about those 'safe' houses. In truth, they weren't really safe at all.
"Plus I met Luke at the office," at this her ears perked up in attention. "We talked over what was happening and he requested in joining the small group. He'll be coming along but falling behind by a day or two since he first needs to set a few things back in New Jersey. He's moving back to Dallas for good."
Running her fingers through her hair she sigh in defeat, Dimitri giving her a small proud smile.
"Fine, when do I leave?"
"Right now."
She looked at him, mouth hanging wide open as she saw him go around the couch and pull out three suitcase filled to the brim with what she guessed were her clothes. The amount of luggage making her think they were staying at the safe house for a good few months.
"So, what? You're going to take my whole room in those bags?"
He chuckled and shook his head, "no, one bag is mine. I'm coming along with you."
"You are? Why? And wait! Who made my bags?"
Dimitri looked at her, his eyes shinning as he regarded her, "who else can take better care of you than your best friend and amazing FBI agent? And don't worry, a female agent prepared them for you." He grinned cheerfully at her, watching how her eyes widen as if ready to pop out of her face.
She'll be lying if that didn't sound like heaven had just opened their doors to her.
The drive to the airport was surprisingly quiet as Dimitri turned his head towards Rose again. She sat ram rod straight as she looked out the window at the passing landscape.
He had denied telling her where the safe house was located at, her huff in frustration enough indication that she was pissed at him. They argued for a while, both not baking down but in the end it was him that came out the victor.
The airport loomed ahead, arriving at the front and unloading their things. They walked straight to the far end of the building, a jet in sight. The agency wanted a safe, private flight for them.
It was decided quickly, not wanting to risk the chance that whom ever was trying to harm Rose would have the idea of checking the airlines and find out where she was heading off to.
They boarded the jet, each finding a comfortable spot for the next few hours. The plane taking off to their destination, the sun bright in the sky.
"Hello, Ivan. Say, I'm going to read a book and usually I get so immersed in them that I lose track of time. Do you mind telling me where we are heading off to so that I can know when to stop and get prepared for landing?"
Dimitri turned to the side, a smirk in his lips at Rose's persistence. He knew Rose has traveled before and they will announce when they're about to land so they can buckle up. If there was something Rose was good at it was that she never gave up. Ever.
"You don't read Rose," Ivan replied, his own lips pulled up in a smirk.
"I used to not read, but now I do."
"Okay then, tell me your favorite book, author and why you find them fascinating enough to pick them as your favorites."
Rose glared at him, knowing he had won this round. She huffed and sat back in her chair, picking at her nails as another idea started forming in her head.
"Dimitri-"
"No."
"But you don't even know what I was going to say!"
"Oh trust me Rose, I always know what you are going to say," several chuckles were heard around the plane as his coworkers agreed with him.
She finally sat in her chair with her lips closed for the whole ride, her eyes closing after an hour in their journey, her head on Ivan's shoulder as she restfully doze off.
Dimitri jerked her awake a few hours later, telling her that they had arrived. She snapped her head to the side, her eyes widening when she saw their surroundings filled with snow.
They grabbed their stuff, Rose the first one out as her feet touched the squishy ice, the high knee boots that Dimitri demanded she put on submerged as she tried lifting her leg out from the five-inch snow.
As she waddled her way to the awaiting car she suddenly felt like a penguin, laughs from behind causing her to turn around and watch Dimitri easily maneuver his way towards her, a wide smile on his face.
"What's so funny?"
"You," he replied as he held two of the three suitcases they had brought with them.
"What's with all the snow?"
She reached down and scooped a handful of snow with her glove covered hand, "is this why you demanded me to wear jeans and a jacket instead of a dress? Because we were coming to Iceland?"
"It's Greenland and yes, but this is not Greenland," she looked at him, confusion swimming in the dark brown depths of her eyes.
She tried arching one eyebrow like he always does but instead both of them came up. He knew what she was trying to say or rather do.
"Rose, welcome to Montana."
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