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The cold tip of the barrel was pressed flesh against the small of her back. Never had she been so scared for someone's life. At the moment, she didn't care for hers.
"You'll bring him to the office and you will kill him," The man told her.
"No," She spat at him. "I will not."
"Then I will make you." She could feel the man smiling behind her. She inhaled a shaky breath. A bracelet was placed on her left wrist. "So you won't tell him of my plans. I can also see everything..."
"Let's practice," He said as the gun was withdrawn from her back.
Peggy did everything in her will to fight but what ever he was doing was working. She tried to keep her hand at her side but some force, some invisible, crazy force, pulled her to grab the gun that rested upon the table in front of her. She could feel her throat burn as tears came to her eyes. The magnet-like force continued to pull at her.
She ended up with the gun in her hand and it was now pointing at a target. The man watched triumphantly. "Shoot the target, Margaret."
She shook her head and tried desperately to drop the gun and back off. But her feet didn't move and her finger pulled the trigger nonetheless. She gasped finally being able to drop the gun.
"See. Wasn't that easy? You will have until midnight, tonight. If you don't do it, I will do it in front of you then kill you myself." The man walked in a circle around the frightened woman. "Understood?"
Tears were rolling down her face as she was ushered out of the building, forcefully.
The British Agent walked into her house and sat down on the couch, head in her hands. Her hands were slightly shaking and her face was tear stained. She started thinking about all the ways she could try and get out of this. I could phone- no... I could just kill myself, no then he'd just kill him anyway... I could send-
Her thoughts were interrupted by someone opening and closing the front door. She heard someone approach but she kept her head down. Her heartbeat spiking and fresh tears fell down her face. She couldn't think of anyway to get out of the predicament.
"Peg. Peggy, I gotta-" She heard the steps stop then come closer to her and felt the couch dip beside her.
"Peggy," He called. It sounded distant to her. "Margaret!"
Peggy lifted her head and looked toward the man beside her. She tried so hard to not start sobbing right then and there. "Peggy?" He said, as he started rubbing her back. Now, he was worried. "What's wrong? What's got you so worked up?"
The grandfather clock that was beautifully displayed across the room chimed to a small tune. Peggy jumped at the sudden noise. It was 9 o'clock. 3 hours until midnight. Peggy looked back at the man beside her. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She kept repeating.
"For what?" He asked. Peggy stood up shakily and took her husband's hand. "Where are we going?" They walked out of the house and started walking toward the office. Peggy stayed very close to him. His hand was entwined with hers and she rested her head on his shoulder, crying silently.
Daniel felt his shoulder grow damp and he looked at his troubling wife. "Peggy," he said stopping. "I'd like to know what's going on."
"We need," Peggy said, her voice breaking. She wiped her face delicately. "We need to get to the office."
They continued walking to Daniel's displeasure. He just wanted to know why she was acting this way. She was never this emotional. Even in front of him.
Once they got to the Auerbach Theatrical Agency, they headed straight for Chief Sousa's office. Once inside Peggy closed the door. She turned back around and looked at her husband. "Peggy, please," He begged.
Instead of saying anything she walked up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Daniel wiped the tears that didn't seem to stop rolling off her pale cheeks. She closed the distance between them and placed her lips on his. Daniel was hesitant but it seemed to make her feel better. He tasted the sweet-salty taste that her tears brought to the equation. When she pulled apart she rested her forehead upon his. "I'm sorry," She just kept repeating and repeating. Adding another phrase, "I failed you..."
Daniel held her hands in his. "Why won't you tell me what's going on? Please, tell me what's going on."
"I can't," She whispered. "I failed you."
"Quit," Daniel says. "Quit saying that. You didn't. You haven't. You won't. We are in this together." He ran his finger over her wedding ring.
"I will," She whispered again. "I'll fail you."
She stepped back away from him and turned around. Her back facing her very, very worried steward.
She looked at the table next to the door that had a small gun displayed on top, similar to the one under her dress. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to come up with something to stop this. She took the gun that was on the table and slid it across to Daniel. Confused, Daniel picked it up and looked back at Peggy. "What-"
That familiar magnetic force tugged at Peggy's hand, aching for her to grab her gun. Against her will, she had the gun in her hand. She looked down at it, scared for what she was about to do. Her mind hacked at ways she could try and get out of the situation but nothing would work. She knew that her assailant could be nearby. The gun was raised and targeted at her beloved.
Daniel took a step back and raised his hand. "Peggy," he asked confused, hurt and worried. "What-what are you doing?"
"Kill me and run," she mouthed. She continued crying and the salty liquid blurred her vision a little. In a whisper she said again, "Kill me and run."
"Peggy," Daniel said hoping to snap her out of whatever had a hold of her. "No, I'm not going to kill you. Put the gun down."
Peggy shook her head and her thumb was forced as the weapon was cocked. "Just shoot me, please. I can't do it."
"Can't do what? Peggy, stop!"
The two agents weren't worried for their own lives but for each others.
But Peggy's hand continued to move without permission. Her index finger slowly started to pull at the trigger. "Daniel, please. Please... Please..." With every 'please,' her voice got quieter and shakier.
"Peggy let's talk this out. Tell me who is putting you up to this.. I'll-I'll help you."
The trigger was almost pulled until she heard gunshots behind her her and the magnetic force was dropped. The shot hit the wall instead of Daniel and she fell to the floor along with the gun.
"Peggy," She heard distantly. "Peggy!"
She felt her weight being shifted and the distanced talking, "Margaret Elizabeth!"
Her world turned black seconds later.
"Peggy, please wake up," A shaky voice, pleaded. "I can't do anything without you anymore... I learned that when I moved out here... Please. Wake. Up."
Peggy took a deep breath. She opened her eyes a little and saw Daniel looking at her left hand, twirling her ring about her finger. She was at home in her own bed. "Daniel," she croaked.
Daniel shot his head up and looked at his wife. She had no makeup and her hair was losing its hold it had days before. But she looked beautiful, nonetheless. Daniel didn't look much better himself, his hair a tousled mess, his clothes wrinkly. But Peggy looked at him with eyes of love and adoration.
"Peggy," He sighed in relief. He reached up towards her and hugged her tight. Planting a much needed but chaste kiss on her lips.
Thoughts of what had happened started flooding back to her and she started to panic. "Daniel-"
"Hey," Daniel stopped her, sensing the panic. "Everything is okay."
"How?" Peggy asked, still a little tense.
"Your buddy, Mr Jarvis -luckily- was worried about you on that day. He found and heard about everything and helped you out."
Peggy sighed and relaxed her muscles. "Wait... 'That day'? How long have I been out?"
"Three days. The stress, shock and overwhelming-ness got to you." Daniel explained. "But your healthy, okay and beautiful now."
Peggy smiled and breathed deeply. "You don't look have as bad yourself."
Daniel chuckled and graced a gentle kiss upon her lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
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