She's All That! – Chapter 10
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The sun was almost rising when they had reached the small regional airport in Virginia a few miles from Quantico.
Ian Doyle clenched his fist hard; he had wanted to leave this hated country with his son! And Lauren…Emily. No, she would always be Lauren to him. No matter her betrayal to him he couldn't forget her.
Looking down at her prone form and seeing the bruises on her beautiful face, he regretted instantly for putting them there, then again, those bruises would fade away eventually.
Would she forgive him?
He frowned as he kept his gaze on her; probably not.
He was not being truthful to Liam when he told him that after the arms sale was concluded, he'd get rid of her. No, he couldn't do it. He'd rather locked her away…just like he did to Chloe.
But unlike Chloe, he'd do with love not derision or hatred for a woman who would rather end her life because she was carrying his child.
His child…Declan, where are you, my precious son?
Staring at Lauren, he began to smile as he thought; she could provide a son for him.
He looked ahead of him as he watched Liam drove the vehicle towards the tarmac where their private jet was waiting for them.
Then he frowned; there were several police cars surrounding his jet as well.
"Ian." Liam looked over the rear view mirror and saw his leader was looking back at him and nodded.
"Yes, I see it too. Just go around and back away." He sighed. "We'll go to plan B."
Liam frowned, "Plan B? What's plan B?"
"Find my son, he has to be nearby in this state." He looked down at Emily again. "We'll make her show us where my son is. But first we have to get some items, Liam." He said calmly.
His second began to grin, "Ah! Now you're talking my language, just name it and I'll get them."
Ian nodded, "A branding tool, what do you think?" He held Emily's limp wrist. "She is almost one of us." He said as he held it along with his, showing his tattooed wrist. "I wonder what she'd done to the ring I gave her?"
Liam frowned as he left the tarmac, "What ring, Ian?"
He shook his head, "I gave her a promise ring…the ring, Liam."
Liam closed his eyes for a moment before he opened and concentrated ahead of the road; he realized his boss had made his decision. Once he'd thought it was Chloe Donaghy but she turned out to be just like the other women; all they wanted was money.
And they didn't want to be saddled with children.
A man had to leave a lasting legacy to his children and grandchildren or something like that.
As for Liam, he was happy to be by himself. He had no expectations for his future. He grew up in a horrible life; his sorry father was…well, a sorry son-of-a-bitch. Once his mother had him, who was the sixth child, that SOB up and left her to raise six children all by her herself.
Once Liam turned 8, he ran away from his home. He was sick of his one bedroom single thatched house that leaked whenever it rained. He was in and out of the Irish juvenile prison so much so that Liam knew the jailers by name and he began to run errands for them! And met an IRA leader who took him under his wings and showed him the ropes and be a better gangster and later on when he turned 18, he became a renowned terrorist and met a very young Ian Doyle.
Even though he never had a family of his own, he had come to treat Ian as his adopted son.
He had rescued the young fireball from a near life time imprisonment for stealing a box of handguns to be distributed to his gang of terrorist.
And the rest as they said was history. He'd trust the young man with his life.
That was over 40 years ago.
"Come on, Ian." Liam looked up at the mirror, "You are not serious, are you? She's not worth it!" He frowned at him. "You said earlier, you were gonna get rid of her in Russia!"
Ian shook his head, "Liam, just drive to Vicksburg, Virginia."
"Why? Is that where Declan is?"
"No, I have a … house there." He revealed.
Liam frowned, "I didn't know about that, you've been keeping things from me, aren't you?" his Irish accent became strong when he got angry.
Ian shook his head, "It was a 'present', Liam. It was given to me many years ago when I was ready to settle down." He was looking out at the night lights. The small lit view of the White House was barely in view but he could still see it.
"Settle down?" Liam looked over at him with surprise, "You aren't the settling kind, Ian. Really, what's the house about?"
Ian sighed, "It contains ten cases of weapons I had purchased a Syrian." When I acquired the house from a Syrian
Liam smiled, "I see, what's in these cases?"
"RPGs, and two portable Anti-Tank Light Infantry Missile with 20 missiles with a range of 20 miles." Ian grinned. "And other stuff that will delight you."
Liam chuckled, "Oh dear me, how evil you are, Ian Doyle."
Lying down, Emily was trying to figure how to get the information she'd just heard to her team…both her team.
Damn! The bruises on her face hurt like the Dickens! Ian would pay for it when the time came, she lay still, pretending to be unconscious.
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As the paramedics worked on Hotch and Derek, Rossi, Easter, and Reid raced towards Richmond where Declan Jones' current residence with his nanny Louisa resided while he attended an All Boys' Academy School nearby.
"How far?" Easter asked Rossi.
"Clyde, if you ask me that one more time, I'm going to eject you in that seat."
Reid frowned as he leaned forward and was about to open his mouth when he saw Dave shook his head.
Clyde looked about his seat, "Since when did the government installed ejection seats?"
Maintaining a straight face, Dave replied, "Oh, quite a while ago. Especially when we've been having quite a bit of theft problem. It's remote activated; Garcia has the pass codes to activate it."
Clyde looked genuinely impressed, "So much power for one little lady, I would not want to piss her off at this moment, eh?" He held onto the seat unconsciously.
Dave shook his head seriously, "Oh no, a couple of our agents were victims to her wraths as well as a handful of thieves." He nodded firmly.
As they arrived at the front gate of a small house, Clyde unbuckled and got out of the SUV as fast as he could and waited for the others outside.
"Uh, Dave, what if he finds out there's no such thing as ejection seats in here?" Reid posed the question to the older agent.
Dave grinned, "Let's hope he'll be back across the pond by then."
Reid frowned but he shook his head. "I'm not sure about this deception, Rossi."
"Trust me, kid, trust me." He left the SUV and joined the Interpol agent.
They walked together and headed into the house and rang the doorbell.
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In the bull pen, the paramedics managed to patch Hotch up, "You're okay, Agent Hotchner. But I'd really feel better if you let us get you to the hospital and get some X-Ray and run some tests, just to be sure."
Hotch shook his head, "Thank, Joe but we're in a dire situation. One of my agents is taken."
The paramedic looked sympathetic, "Ah! I'm sorry to hear that, Agent, I understand now," he nodded as he began packing his things back into his med kit. "But you're clear to get back to work unless you begin to feel bad and I don't have to tell you the procedures." He gave Hotch a wry look. "You and Agent Morgan."
Hotch nodded and shook his hand, "Thanks Joe, it's not a good sign when I know my paramedic by his first name. I hope I don't see you again so soon. Take care."
Joe nodded as he picked up his bag and nodding over to Morgan, left the conference room.
But before Morgan could say a word, Section Chief Erin Strauss came marching in, "What the hell in going on?"
Morgan and Hotch exchanged dreaded looks, "Ah shit!"
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End of Chapter 10