Chapter Twelve

Joe sat in the back of the van, hands bound, and Ann having the gun on his head. They both watched the other agents go through Joe car, searching for clues as to where he was keeping Cammie and Rachel. Joe tried moving away but Ann kept pushed the gun more.

"Don't try anything, Solomon."

One agent threw a bag in front of them, holding up two phones. One was the Circle's phone, the other was an unbugged phone. Ann took the second one and went through the contact list. When she didn't find any there she went through the recent call list. Several unknown numbers appeared. Ann threw the phone back and said, "find the locations to these numbers."

"What should we do with him?" asked the agent.

Ann turned to Joe and gave him a wicked smile.

Rachel sat on the sofa awaiting the safe call from Joe. Townsend paced around nervously, waiting for the same thing. "He should have called by now," he said, "we agreed not to move you until he called." Rachel got up and moved to the kitchen, Townsend was causing her more worry then she already was.

Cammie strolled in a took a cup of water. "I take it from the pacing going on, he hasn't called."

Shaking her head, Rachel stood next to her daughter. "He hasn't and I'm worried too."

Cammie looked down at her cup, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it kiddo?"

Seeing Cammie bite her lip, Rachel could tell it wasn't about the situation. "Do you... Are you..."

"Cam we're together again, if thats what you wanted to know."

Cammie looked up, "but what about him going back?" She shifted and faced her mom, "I know you explained everything, its just he left you." Cammie shrugged, "what if he's doing it again?"

Rachel shook her head, "he did what he had to do and," she looked away then back at her. "He promised he wouldn't."

"I just don't want to see you hurt for a third time."

Rachel smiled and brushed her daughter's hair back. She couldn't believe her daughter was trying to protect her, when it should have been the other way around. "I love you too, kiddo."

They stood there in silence, until the sound of a doorbell rang. Rachel and Cammie exchanged confusing looks. They were in a safehouse they shouldn't be getting any doorbell ringing. Rachel gestured for Cammie to stay and moved out the door of the kitchen. She saw Townsend with a wary look, and his gun in his hand. He saw Rachel and whispered, "its them get Cammie to the basement fot now." Townsend reached into his jacket and threw a gun at Rachel.

Rachel nodded taking the gun, and walked back into the kitchen. She grabbed Cammie and took her down the basement. "Stay here, and don't come out."

"Mom," Cammie shouted when her mother turned around. "Please don't go up there." Rachel met her daughter's gaze, "what if you don't come back again."

Rachel went up to her and kissed the top of her forehead, "I'll be here, I won't leave you." They bothed looked up when the ceiling of the basement creeked. Rachel held up a finger to her lips. Cammie nodded.

"Hello Townsend," they heard Ann's voice. "So, good to see you."

"Wish I could say the same about you," Townsend gaurded any emotion in his voice. "What did you do with Joe?"

Ann sighed and snapped her fingers. A second later they heard something being pushed on the floor, and a slight gruff. "We had our fun with him already."

"Just let me lie down, Edward," Joe said in a ragged voice.

"On to other matters where are Cammie and Rachel?" Ann asked, as Rachel heard the click of a gun.

"Not here."

"Don't lie, Townsend, I'll shoot him," Ann threatned.

Townsend sighed, "fine I'll tell you the truth."

"Edward-

"We sent them and a protection detail to Cambridge."

Rachel let out a relief sigh, for a momment she acually thought he confess.

"Everybody knows that Rachel Morgon is alive, so good luck getting passed them," Townsend lied right through his teeth, and was holding it all together.

The sounds of footsteps retreating creaked through the floor. "Okay, we'll leave for now."

After hearing the door close, Rachel told Cammie to give her five minutes. Rachel moved upstairs, gun in hand. She walked into the living room, seeing Townsend taking the plastic cuffs off Joe. Rachel moved quickly, and sat beside him. She turned him on his back, feeling him wince with every move he made. He lifted his swollen lip into a smile. Rachel felt like throwing up seeing his shirt soaked on the side.

"Everything hurts right now, but seeing you makes me feel better."

Towsend snorted, "corny."

Nither one commented, Rachel just felt Joe rest his head on her lap.

Rachel moved her hand up and down his shirt gently. "Go get a medical-" Rachel stopped herself when she felt something on Joe shirt. She pulled it off and saw it was a comms unit. "Joe did you know-

"Of... course not."

Everything was a blur when she heard the door bang open, and someone wrap their arm around her neck and pick her up from the floor. Townsend got up and pointed the gun at the agent. Only problem was they were using her as a shield. Joe tried getting up, but could only lean on the sofa for support.

"Put the gun down," Ann came in the room pointing a gun at Rachel. "Hand it over."

Townsend took a deep breath and did as he was told. Rachel felt her hands go behind her and a plastic cuff slipp on her wrist. The agent pushed her and both Joe and Townsend had to stop her from falling.

"Tie the other two up and search the house."