Everything
By: narutoprincess
Chapter 9: You Are The Light To My Soul
Over the next few days, Mac and the older Stella prepared for his departure to New York. She bought him some new clothes, as Mac's were at the hotel he was staying at and had probably been given away to charity by now. She fed him three meals a day, and she gave him a place to stay. In exchange, Mac told the older Stella all about her granddaughter. The older Stella smiled at everyone of his stories, and she could tell that Mac had quite an attachment to her granddaughter. So she wasn't overly shocked when he'd told her that he and her granddaughter were lovers.
"I keep having this feeling that something's going on that I need to be there for."
The older Stella smiled. It was the day he was to leave for New York. She was a bit sad to see her visitor go, but with promises of bringing her the only family she had, the older Stella couldn't help but be happy. Mac was happy as well. He was to go home and finally see Stella again. He missed her dearly. She must have been worried sick by now. He'd been gone for over a month on a four day trip.
The older Stella waved to him as he entered the airport and drove off. Mac watched until her car was a pinprick into the distance. He walked into the airport and started walking towards the ticket counter when he was attacked by a group of people in suits and was led into a soundproof room.
"Sit."
Mac was confused. These men, and the one woman, looked like federal agents of some sort, but Mac couldn't tell what.
"Listen, I'm -"
The woman, a sweet faced blonde, started yelling at him.
"We know who you are, now sit down."
Mac did as he was told. The agent who originally told him to sit cleared his throat and continued.
"Detective Taylor, I am Agent Phillips, and I am here to inform you that -"
The female agent interrupted him.
"You're dead Mac."
The other male agent, a tall black fellow with a bit of a goatee, explained.
"I'm sorry that Agent Fopper here has no finesse. What she means to say is -"
"Everyone thinks you're dead. The marine people spread it around."
Mac was getting extremely puzzled. Everyone thought he was dead? The marine corps had told everyone he died? Did this mean Stella -? His thoughts were interrupted by the first agent, Agent Phillips, spoke.
"When Yerechev -"
This time, it was the other male agent who interrupted.
"He's the leader of the Russian navy."
Agent Phillips glared at the interrupter and he became silent.
"Thank you Agent Rockstein. Anyway, when Yerechev stole the plans for the new Marine training program, the waiters gave drugged water to all the Marines."
Mac remembered that very clearly. The shifty waiters, the water, everything. Agent Phillips continued on.
"And for some reason, the waiters transported you somewhere else."
Mac now understood why he'd woken up in a forest. It all made perfect sense.
"The other Marines came-to and saw that the plans were gone. They didn't know what to do. Then a man. Oh who was it?"
"Sgt. Perry."
"Ah yes, thank you Agent Rockstein. Sgt. Perry noticed you were missing. No one else was. Your hotel room was missing and no one had seen you check out. So, they naturally assumed your death."
Mac was still a bit confused. He decided to ask the agents something.
"Why did they tell everyone I was dead? Couldn't they have made a missing persons report? Because I'm still alive!"
Agent Fopper was tired of being silent. She started yelling at Mac, practically spitting in his face.
"AN IMPORTANT DOCUMENT WAS STOLEN! IF ANYONE FOUND OUT YOU WERE MISSING, THAT COULD GET OUT! THE MARINES WOULD BE DISGRACED YOU STUPID -!"
"That is ENOUGH, Agent Fopper!"
Agent Fopper looked at Agent Phillips, who was obviously their boss, stuck out her tongue and remained silent. Mac's ears began to ring from the sudden silence. The Agent Rockstein handed him an envelope.
"This is your new identity."
Mac opened the envelope to see a new driver's license, birth certificate, social insurance number, everything that was a person's ID. He looked at the agents.
"Why do I need a new identity?"
Agent Fopper looked like she was going to yell at him again, but with one look from Agent Phillips, she controlled herself and instead just glared evilly at Mac. Agent Rockstein explained.
"Well, everyone thinks you're dead, so you are going to need a new identity. At least until we clear things up, and that could take months, even years."
"Years?!"
Agent Rockstein nodded. He then looked at the watch on his arm
"Oh my! We have to go!"
The three agents escorted Mac out of the room, but Agents Phillips and Fopper walked away into the crowd the minute they left the room. Agent Rockstein talked to Mac.
"Your new name is Robert Yarlot. You are a first grade teacher at P.S. 23 in New York City."
Mac smiled. He could still be in New York. He could still see Stella.
"We have been nice in keeping you in your home city. However, we have found a new apartment for you and you are not to have contact with anyone who knew you."
The smile disappeared from Mac's face.
"I will be going with you. New York is where I live, and whether you know it or not, I will be watching you. So don't get any ideas. Now we have a flight to catch."
Mac followed Agent Rockstein to Gate 22 where the flight to New York City was now boarding. He was worried about how complicated his life had become. He couldn't see Stella. The one who'd kept him going when Claire had died, or when they'd had a tough case. Stella was the light of his life. She was his soul mate. And living in the same city, the possibility of them meeting accidentally, would torture him.
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NP: Okay, I hope you like this chapter. It's pretty long! I really have to get some sleep so I'm addding this before bed. Please read and review. I love reading reviews, responding to reviews, just reviews in general : )
