Lies and Love
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I only own Monica. No one else. Please don't sue!!
Monica deepened the kiss. All the time, her mind kept shouting at her, 'Monica, push him away! He's getting too close.' But she couldn't muster up enough strength. Mark's tongue ran across her parted lips, savoring her taste. She finally regained her senses and forced him away.
Mark looked at her confused. First, she was really passionate and then she pushed him away.
"Mark... I... I can't do this." Monica managed to say.
"Give me one good reason... I mean, I have been doing everything I can to get you to notice me..." Mark said getting frustrated. "and I can tell you want to try it... but you keep pushing me away."
"Mark," Monica sighed, "My life is very complicated... you wouldn't understand..."
"Try me..." Mark said.
Monica hesitated. If she told him the details of her life then he would be put in danger... Hell she didn't even tell Stephanie an eighth of it. She made her decision, "Mark... I can't."
Even though she tried to stop it, tears formed in her eyes. She grabbed her trench coat and left.
Mark stood there a few minutes, wondering what the hell just happened.
Monica wandered the streets and finally found a coffee shop open. She went in for a cup of coffee. She had a suspicion that she was being followed. She sat in a corner with her coffee and waited. A man walked in and took off his trench coat. He had his head bent at an angle so Monica couldn't make out who he was. He walked towards her. When he reached her table, he took off his hat.
"Aw... shit" Monica mumble, "What the hell are YOU doing here?" He was her former CIA handler, Steven Shields.
"Looking for you..." he said as he sat down.
"Why?" Monica eyed him suspiciously.
"We have a job for you... One we can't afford to mess up..."
"I'm retired." Monica said curtly.
"I understand... but I need you to understand something... 35 million lives are at stake." Steven said.
Monica sighed. 'Damn it. He always knows how to persuade me...' She stared at Steven for a moment. "You know... you haven't changed a bit..." she said, eying him. He was short for a man... about 5'5". He was very muscular and he had a shaggy cut to his sandy brown hair. His brown eyes searched her face, looking for some kind of emotion.
"I think I'll take that as a compliment..." He said with a smile.
"Take it however you want to... So what's the mission?" Monica asked kind of frustrated.
Steven slid a folder across the table. Monica opened it and a picture of the Korean commander, that held her captive, was on top.
"I'm sure you recognize him... That's why I was trying to find you. Intel says that our buddy Bin Laden has been working with him." Steven said quietly.
Monica looked up in surprise, "Since when? Why would Kim Il Sung work with Osama?"
"Dirty bombs." Steven said simply.
"What KIND of dirty bombs?"
"Well... that's one of the things Intel is trying to figure out. They suspect Ebola and/or the Vietnamese Chicken Flu."
"Ebola..." Monica said with a sarcastic smile "Who's Sung's target?"
"New York City, L.A., or D.C. We're not sure yet..." Steven responded.
"And the president?"
"He has been sent to various military facilities... as well as many senate members and the Vice President. So are you willing to go?"
"When and to where?"
"In about 6 hours to Korea."
"When is the suspected attack going to take place?" Monica asked rubbing her eyes.
"Tomorrow during the State of the Union address."
Monica took a deep breath, "Alright... What's the mission?"
"You and a squad will enter this plant and retrieve data from their computers. During that, you and Agent Luce will find the dirty bombs and retrieve the viruses from them. Then you will destroy the facility."
"Oh yeah... " Monica said sarcastically, "First, I am having to go to Korea, and now I am working with Lucifer. Just lovely."
"Like it or not, he is the best in that field." Steven said.
"I understand... Who is my computer operator?"
"Agent Willison. Be at the airport in 5 hours."
"Alright..." Monica said finishing her coffee.
As soon as Steven left, Monica grabbed her phone and dialed Shane's number.
It rang three times before Shane answered, "There had better been a death or a fucking fire..." Shane groggily said.
"Shane, it's me. Listen, I have to go out of town for a couple of days. If I am not back for the show, take care of it for me ok?"
"Yeah sure... whatever..." Shane answered sleepily.
"Thanks... Later."
Monica went back to the hotel room and got her stuff. Mark was asleep in the chair out on the balcony. She placed a blanket on him and left.
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Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I only own Monica. No one else. Please don't sue!!
Monica deepened the kiss. All the time, her mind kept shouting at her, 'Monica, push him away! He's getting too close.' But she couldn't muster up enough strength. Mark's tongue ran across her parted lips, savoring her taste. She finally regained her senses and forced him away.
Mark looked at her confused. First, she was really passionate and then she pushed him away.
"Mark... I... I can't do this." Monica managed to say.
"Give me one good reason... I mean, I have been doing everything I can to get you to notice me..." Mark said getting frustrated. "and I can tell you want to try it... but you keep pushing me away."
"Mark," Monica sighed, "My life is very complicated... you wouldn't understand..."
"Try me..." Mark said.
Monica hesitated. If she told him the details of her life then he would be put in danger... Hell she didn't even tell Stephanie an eighth of it. She made her decision, "Mark... I can't."
Even though she tried to stop it, tears formed in her eyes. She grabbed her trench coat and left.
Mark stood there a few minutes, wondering what the hell just happened.
Monica wandered the streets and finally found a coffee shop open. She went in for a cup of coffee. She had a suspicion that she was being followed. She sat in a corner with her coffee and waited. A man walked in and took off his trench coat. He had his head bent at an angle so Monica couldn't make out who he was. He walked towards her. When he reached her table, he took off his hat.
"Aw... shit" Monica mumble, "What the hell are YOU doing here?" He was her former CIA handler, Steven Shields.
"Looking for you..." he said as he sat down.
"Why?" Monica eyed him suspiciously.
"We have a job for you... One we can't afford to mess up..."
"I'm retired." Monica said curtly.
"I understand... but I need you to understand something... 35 million lives are at stake." Steven said.
Monica sighed. 'Damn it. He always knows how to persuade me...' She stared at Steven for a moment. "You know... you haven't changed a bit..." she said, eying him. He was short for a man... about 5'5". He was very muscular and he had a shaggy cut to his sandy brown hair. His brown eyes searched her face, looking for some kind of emotion.
"I think I'll take that as a compliment..." He said with a smile.
"Take it however you want to... So what's the mission?" Monica asked kind of frustrated.
Steven slid a folder across the table. Monica opened it and a picture of the Korean commander, that held her captive, was on top.
"I'm sure you recognize him... That's why I was trying to find you. Intel says that our buddy Bin Laden has been working with him." Steven said quietly.
Monica looked up in surprise, "Since when? Why would Kim Il Sung work with Osama?"
"Dirty bombs." Steven said simply.
"What KIND of dirty bombs?"
"Well... that's one of the things Intel is trying to figure out. They suspect Ebola and/or the Vietnamese Chicken Flu."
"Ebola..." Monica said with a sarcastic smile "Who's Sung's target?"
"New York City, L.A., or D.C. We're not sure yet..." Steven responded.
"And the president?"
"He has been sent to various military facilities... as well as many senate members and the Vice President. So are you willing to go?"
"When and to where?"
"In about 6 hours to Korea."
"When is the suspected attack going to take place?" Monica asked rubbing her eyes.
"Tomorrow during the State of the Union address."
Monica took a deep breath, "Alright... What's the mission?"
"You and a squad will enter this plant and retrieve data from their computers. During that, you and Agent Luce will find the dirty bombs and retrieve the viruses from them. Then you will destroy the facility."
"Oh yeah... " Monica said sarcastically, "First, I am having to go to Korea, and now I am working with Lucifer. Just lovely."
"Like it or not, he is the best in that field." Steven said.
"I understand... Who is my computer operator?"
"Agent Willison. Be at the airport in 5 hours."
"Alright..." Monica said finishing her coffee.
As soon as Steven left, Monica grabbed her phone and dialed Shane's number.
It rang three times before Shane answered, "There had better been a death or a fucking fire..." Shane groggily said.
"Shane, it's me. Listen, I have to go out of town for a couple of days. If I am not back for the show, take care of it for me ok?"
"Yeah sure... whatever..." Shane answered sleepily.
"Thanks... Later."
Monica went back to the hotel room and got her stuff. Mark was asleep in the chair out on the balcony. She placed a blanket on him and left.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. More very soon I promise! Please read and review!!