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I wake up in Karsen's bed fully aware of her beautiful naked body up against my own naked body as my arms are wrapped around her and our legs tangled together beneath the sheets of her bed. The sun no longer shining in the sky but the sky dark ready to give way to the stars and moon, I smile as inhale her scent. She smells of vanilla and hot sex. She has my scent all over her and hers on me. I kiss the top of her head and remove myself from her bed carefully so I don't wake her up. She stirs and lets out a soft groan as I leave her bed. "What are you doing?" she asks me as I'm getting my clothes back on.
"I'm going to go make us some dinner," I say with a smile. "What would you like, Baby?" I ask as she smiles at me, her lips red and swollen, her hair a beautiful mess and looking satisfied.
"You to get back into bed," she says with a mischievous smile. "I want you naked again, I want to make love again," she says honestly. The offer is tempting but I have to decline. I'm sure Dean is home by now.
"We've been at it all afternoon," I say with a smile. "You haven't had enough yet?"
"I don't think I'll ever have enough of you." A smile on her face and her dark eyes sparkling as she turns on the light makes me smile.
"Same goes for me," I say with a smile as I button my jeans. "I'll never get enough of you," I say.
"So, get back in bed," she says.
"I wish, Baby Girl, but Dean's probably home. If he catches us in bed together I don't think it would go well. I'm sure he would probably turn me into our boss and I would be off the case. I would never be able to see you again."
"Fuck, Dean," she says, "that's why there is a lock on the door."
"I know but I think that we should take a break. I promise I will take care of you later," I say giving her a smile as I crawl back into the bed and kiss her lips softly. "I love you."
"I love you too," she says with a smile.
"So for dinner what would you like?"
"I'm all right with just a sandwich," she says.
"What kind of sandwich?" I ask.
"Turkey and swiss?" she asks with a pleading smile.
"Whatever you want," I say with a smile before I kiss her lips again. "Are you coming down to eat or do you want to eat up here?"
"Eat up here. I don't want to see Dean."
"All right, I'll be back in a few minutes," I say with a smile before I make my way out of her bedroom to go make us a turkey sandwich. I can hear Dean downstairs in the kitchen talking on the phone to someone.
I stop outside the kitchen and listen to him. "No, I don't know where it is. I'm trying to get it. I should have it soon. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's it," he says. "I'll get it as soon as I can. If Roman would pull his head out of his ass we could have had it by now. I know. I promise I'll get it as soon as I can. Alessia isn't easily persuaded. I'll talk to her," he says. It leaves me wondering who he's talking to and what he's talking about. To me it sounds like Karsen might be right. Dean could be working against us or he could be talking to our boss. "Goodbye," he says curtly before hanging up the phone. "Damn it, Roman," he says as I walk into the kitchen.
"Damn it Roman?" I ask curiously. "What did I do this time?" I ask making my way over to the fridge to get out the turkey and cheese as well as mustard and mayo.
"Nothing," he says, "I was just thinking out loud. What are you doing?"
"Making Karsen and me dinner," I say, "she's not feeling too great so she's staying up in her room. I want to make her a sandwich."
"So you're her slave now?" he asks.
"No, I'm not. I just wanted to make her a sandwich. Nothing wrong with that, who were you talking to?" I ask as I put mustard and mayo onto the bread.
"You heard me?" he asks as if he was caught doing something wrong.
"Yeah, I heard a bit, who were you talking to and about what?"
"I need that necklace," he says.
"What necklace?"
"Karsen's," he says, "you know that is evidence. We need it. Can you get it from her?"
"Why is it so important?" I ask. "Why do you need it so badly?"
"I just told you it was evidence. Can you get it from her?" he asks.
"No, I can't, Dean, not until you tell me why it's so important we have it. We're obviously stuck here and we're not going anywhere so obviously the necklace isn't going anywhere. I don't know why it's a big deal for you to have it in your possession?"
"Because it's evidence. It will be safer in my hands," he says.
"Dean, I'm not asking her for the necklace. It's something special to her. Her Papa got it for her for her birthday. I'm not going to take it from her for whatever you feel you need it for. We'll have it when we finally leave here."
"Did you sleep with her?" he asks.
"Why would you ask me that? You know I'm strictly professional, why would you ask me if I slept with her?"
"I don't know, the scratches on your back and the bite marks on your shoulder?"
"No, I didn't," I say as I put our sandwiches together before putting everything back.
"I don't know what happened, Roman but remember at the end of the day we have a job to do. I can't afford you to be sleeping with the woman we are to protect. That's going to cause too many personal problems and that's going to cause you to overreact in certain situations. We can't have it," he says.
"All right," I say as I pour us some sweet tea. "I know we're doing a job. I know you tell me every day. You made a pretty good sight of it the other night when you made out with her."
"I'm her husband," he says. "Don't let your personal feelings for her ruin this mission. If you want these guys in jail then you need to get it together and do your job. The first thing you need to do is get that necklace from her."
"You're not really her husband," I say, "you're her pretend husband."
"It bothers you doesn't it?"
"No nothing bothers me at all," I say, "but do not bother her about the necklace. It is the one thing she has left from her Papa. It means a lot to her."
"It's also a stolen jewel," he says.
"And it may be but right now is NOT the time to be worried about that. Leave her be."
"She's my wife," he yells as I make my way out of the kitchen to head upstairs.
"Your assigned wife, you two didn't really marry," I call back before I make my way to Karsen's bedroom.
"What was that yelling about downstairs?" she asks as I walk into her bedroom. She had gotten out of bed while I was downstairs as she is now dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, her sex hair brushed out and pulled up into a ponytail.
"Dean being Dean," I say as I hand her the sandwich.
"Thanks," she says with a smile. "Looks good."
"It's just a sandwich," I say as we take a seat on her bedroom floor.
"So it still looks good," she says.
"Do you remember when you said you didn't trust Dean?"
"Yeah," she says before taking a bite out of her sandwich. "Why?"
"Because I no longer trust him either."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I went downstairs to make us dinner and he was on the phone talking to someone. There's something that he wants but he doesn't have it. He was promising someone on the phone that he would get it soon enough, then he cursed me as I walked into the kitchen."
"He cursed you?"
"Yeah, he said 'damn it Roman'. I don't know it was weird maybe I'm just reading into it wrong but I'm pretty sure that he is up to something."
"Are you sure?" she asks.
"Something doesn't feel right about the conversation. No one would contact us from the agency unless we were in trouble and had to be relocated but this was different. He was talking about producing what they want but didn't' have it yet."
"What exactly does he want?" she asks. "What is so important to him?"
"He wants that sapphire necklace that you wear, the one your papa got you for your birthday, that's what he wants."
"Why?" she asks.
"Because he says it's a stolen jewel and that it's evidence," I say.
"I assure you that jewel is not stolen, my Papa bought it from a jewelry store. He didn't steal the jewel. My Papa was a lot of things but a thief is not one of them," she says. "I promise you, that jewel is NOT stolen. Why does he think it's stolen?"
"I don't know," I say, "there's just something off about him. I don't know what it is."
"I told you, he's a dirty agent."
"I can't just accuse him of being a dirty agent. I have to have proof," he says.
"So we'll find proof," she says, "he's careless. He's a dirty agent."
"He may not be as careless as you believe," I say.
"I have been with a well-known criminal. I know how they behave. If Dean was careful he wouldn't have been on that phone call in the kitchen. He either wanted you to hear that conversation or he was careless. I don't believe you were to hear that conversation so I believe it's the latter. I'm sure there's proof somewhere that he's a dirty agent."
"But being an agent don't you think he knows how to cover his tracks?"
"And you being an agent don't you think you know how to uncover those tracks? Look, I know you may not like it," she says, "but I was once engaged to Victor one of the biggest criminals in American history. I hate to admit it but I have learned a thing or two from him, as well as my Papa. We should investigate Dean," she says.
"You scare me, Karsen, why didn't you get involved with the FBI or some police job?"
"My Papa would never allow that but we can work together and catch Dean in whatever he's planning."
"I don't know if I like that, are you some criminal mastermind?"
"More like a criminal mind analyst," she says with a smile. "I know my gut instincts when I feel them. Dean is up to no good."
"I don't think he's guilty yet," I say, "we just have to find proof."
"We will," she says and I smile at her. I never would have thought her mind could be like mine when it came to investigating things. She really should consider joining the FBI when all of this is said and done. "I mean after all, Dean is trying to pin my parents' deaths on me what is HE hiding?"
"Good point," I say, "you make good points. You're going to be a great partner."
"I hope so," she says with a smile. "Will you and I always need to be a secret?"
"Karsen," I say, "I hope that one day when this is all said and done, Victor is behind bars and you're free to live as you please, I hope that I can shout it from the mountain tops how much I love you and how much you mean to me. I have dreams about us," I say.
"Oh really?" she asks. "What kind of dreams?"
"It's too soon to talk about my dreams of us but right now I just want to enjoy you. I hate that you have to be married to Dean, I hate it but I understand it's part of the assignment. I just wish it was the other way around. It would be a lot more believable."
"Yes it would," she says with a smile. "Thank-you for the date today and the afternoon, it was amazing."
"You're welcome," I say, "I had a great time."
"Me too," she says with a smile. "I want to do it again."
"Make love?"
"Well, that too but go out on dates with you. I enjoy them to the fullest. Who would have thought you were such a romantic."
"You didn't think I was a romantic?"
"It didn't seem like it but now that I know, I'm excited for the future dates to see what you can come up with."
"I'm full of surprises," I say with a smile, "You'll learn that too," I say before I kiss her lips softly.
"I'm looking forward to it, but know I have a few surprises of my own."
"I see that," I say with a smile as we laugh together and eat our dinner together before we sit and watch a movie together.
*A/N: Who do you think Dean was talking to? Do you think Karsen is right about him? Do you think he could be a dirty agent? What did you think about him getting on Roman once again for his relationship with Karsen? Is Roman to the point he doesn't care anymore? What do you think of Karsen wanting to investigate DEan? What about her and Roman teaming up against him? Could Dean be in trouble? Can Roman trust Karsen? Please review and thank-you for reading.