Chapter 11
Dialing the numbers slowly, the dark haired man clutched to the phone tightly, pacing like a caged animal looking at his watch as if willing the minutes to go by quickly.
"Hello" a muffled voice said.
"Where and when?" asked the dark haired man anxiously.
"At the corner of 6th and Elm Street, there is a small warehouse with small white windows. Knock thee times lightly then go in, be there at 7 p.m".
Before the man could answer, he was left in mid sentence with a dial tune. Turning towards Tara he said "Were you able to trace it?"
Shaking her head in failure "No Jack, clearly he is too smart to let anyone trace his phone calls"
D cleared his throat "We have exactly five hours to prepare Jack and Kristen for the undercover, and put on a plan that would allow us to know what's going on.
Wiring Jack would be dangerous because he will be searched, but we will put one on Kristen, if you have any trouble or sense any kind of danger give us a signal and we will get you both out without endangering the case."
Asking the obvious question "What is the signal?" asked Myles.
"We will think of on but now, Myles and Bobby go to that warehouse and check it out. Try to find anything out of the ordinary and find a spot where we will park our van.
Nodding both agents took their jackets and left the office, leaving a silent Jack , four females and D.
Heading towards Kristen, D stood there trying to think of something to say .
"Something you want D?" asked Kristen with a slight edge to her voice .
Turing around seeing that everyone was busy, he leaned down and whispered "How are you holding up?"
"Fine D thanks for your concern".
Seeing as she was not indulging much he sighed and walked away not noticing her brushing away a tear.
Sniffing , she turned to wake to the bathroom , only to be stopped by a gentle yet firm hand on her upper arm. She looked up , her confused blue eyes meeting a dark concerned brown ones. He reached for her , She turned and swiftly left the room. Everyone exchanged bewildered looks, Jack hesitating only a minute before heading after her.
He saw her disappear through the stairwell door and increased his pace to catch up with her. Jogging down the stairs, Jack came alongside before she'd made it down a whole flight. He placed a gentle hand at her elbow once they reached the landing and turned her to face him, his eyes scanning her face in concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked the obvious question.
Kristen lowered her eyes and shook her head, but Jack wouldn't be swayed. Cupping her chin with his thumb and index finger, he tipped her face. "Kristen" he spoke her name, noticing the slight tremble to her body. "There's obviously something wrong." His hand slid from her chin through her hair to rest at the nape of her neck. "What's bothering you?"
Finding it hard to concentrate under Jack's tender caresses briefly closed her eyes before meeting his gaze. "I don't know," she admitted quietly and left.