AN: Sorry for the wait, again. I really don't have any good excuses except for classes, work, and vacation. Thank you to all who are still reading this. This one was kinda difficult to write because I honestly don't know how to write a rescue. I took some ideas from NCIS and other crimes shows I watch so hopefully it doesn't disappoint. I think there will be two more chapters and I can't tell you when they are going to posted. Please leave comments? :)
Walking into the safe house, Clark asked the other agents present, "What do we got?" After receiving a call from Meredith, he caught the first flight to Paris. His wife had told him it was okay for him to leave but he knew deep down he needed to finish this mission for her. He also knew that he needed to see this mission through for Meredith and her husband.
"We've received new intel from the Préfecture de police de Paris. They accessed street cameras near Monsieur's apartment. We identified the van that took him and followed it to here, a warehouse in Paris' industrial district."
"What do we know about the warehouse?"
"We are currently working on that. So far, we know it is abandoned. Ops is working on getting a floor plan."
"Great, let's put together a plan for a raid." Clark stepped aside to get some coffee when a voice interrupted.
"I was under the impression that these guys were not looking for our Mr. Shepherd. Clark, can you tell me why I had to cancel my meetings today and fly from Washington D.C. to Paris today?" The voice was Clark's boss, assistant director of the CIA. Clark wondered how he found out about Derek being taken, and silently reminded himself to ask his team of agents later. Right now, he just needed to not be fired.
"Sir, up until last night, all intel showed that Derek was safe here. I am surprised as you are."
"Clean this up, Clark, or I will make your life a living hell." Before Clark could answer, the man was out the door. Clark stood there collecting his thoughts and refraining from replying with sarcastic comments that he knew would not help the matter. A young analyst interrupted.
"Sir, I think we've got something you want to see." Motioning for Clark to come over to the computer on the other side of the room, the analyst at the computer spoke, "I have been reviewing airport surveillance. Renee and four guys arrived yesterday morning off a flight from Moscow. We should anticipate at least those and others who may have come seperately."
"That's great. See if you can get facial recognition on those four and run them through interpol. I want to know everything there is to know about Renee and her team." And with that, Clark left the safe house himself to get Meredith. He knew that Meredith could be an important chess piece and knowing Rene, she would probably want to use her.
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After Christina successfully retrieved the burner phone, Meredith contacted Clark to fill him on what happened. In that time, Christina had opened a bottle of tequila and was waiting for Meredith to get off the line.
"Ok, he is catching the first flight out tonight. He said to stay where we are and to not answer the door for anyone but him. We are having a meeting tomorrow afternoon to discuss the plan." Meredith barely got those few sentences out due to the feeling of panic. Of course she felt a little better after getting a hold of Clark but her husband was still missing, possibly being tortured by a mad woman.
"Good, now drink. You need to relax. There isn't anything we can do until Clark gets here tomorrow. So, drink and then get some sleep."
After a swig of the clear liquor Meredith chuckled at Christina's last comment. "Sleep? Are you kidding me? My husband is probably being tortured to death by that crazy bitch. I am not getting sleep tonight."
"Meredith, you need sleep. You won't do anyone good with no sleep."
"I've barely slept in months, I have three kids and up until two days ago a dead husband. Plus, I slept pretty damn well last night so I should be okay for a few days." The tequila was getting to her now.
"Can we please not discuss you and your husband's sexual activity right now?"
"You were the one to bring up sleep."
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"I don't understand what you want from me. Why aren't you going after the people running to brain mapping program now? I am supposed to be dead, remember? I obviously don't have access to it anymore. Plus, you had access to the program. Why do you need me?"
"Very true. However, you have something that no one else has and I want it. You knew that program from top to bottom. You see, I've been having trouble figuring out a section that I know you know the answers to. That is why as soon as the ship arrives you are coming back to Russia with us. You will be of great use to us."
"I haven't practiced medicine in months. I am no help to you." Derek had to figure something out quick or the chances of him being saved before being forced on that ship were going to be slim. He silently prayed that Meredith had remembered the burner phone and that Clark and the CIA were looking for him. Right now, he needed to show some strength, throw Renee off her balance. "And, every CIA agent in three hundred square miles is looking for me and you. You aren't going to get me to Russia, I can promise you that."
"Oh, really?" Renee started to show a little less confidence. Regaining her composure, she responded, "I think you are underestimating my abilities." Renee walked a lap around Derek to assert her dominance and then left the room. Derek whispered, Come on, Meredith.
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Meredith was laying in the hotel bed when a knock was heard at the door. She ran to the door and looked to through the peephole. Oh, Good. Clark held up his CIA badge for her so she knew it was him. Meredith opened the door and welcomed Clark. "Thank you for coming. Derek had mentioned that you had a family. It must had been hard to leave them again."
"No worries, Dr. Grey. Your husband is my priority right now."
After a few seconds, which felt like minutes, of silence, Meredith asked, "So, do we… you know anything about who took him… or where he is?" She had gotten over the initial panic but her stomached still dropped at the thought of her missing husband.
"Yes, I received some intel this morning and we should know some more but this evening. You now need to come with me so I can insure your safety. The people who took Derek are most likely looking for you, as well."
"Okay, I'll grab my things. What about Christina? They could come for her too." Clark did not think about Christina and her connection to Derek. Meredith had a point: Christina was valuable too. "She can come too. We need to move now."
The three of them left for a safe house. After securing Meredith and Christina with agents, Clark returned to check in with the analysts.
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"With thermal imaging, we've determined that Renee and two men are with Derek in this room." The analyst pointed to the computer screen for Clark. "The other two men are guarding the outside. Based off the floor plan we acquired, I suggested that you infiltrate here and here."
Clark was confident with the plan the analyst suggested. Renee and four men should be an fairly easy mission. "I am surprised she didn't bring more backup. That plan sounds good. We will go tonight, at eight. Everyone suit up."