Chapter 13 - Enter Huntsgirl

Rose felt like she should be off doing something, not sitting there waiting for something to come to her. In the old days she'd be in action and be half way completed with the assignment, but no, she had to work under the law or her ass would be canned. She knew the politics of the intelligence community well enough to know that her bosses wouldn't fire her easily, but if she acted on the feelings that she had now, she'd not only be fired but arrested. At that point, Rose was ready to burn down every building from Carmel to Cambridge just to smoke Rebecca Kay out. But she knew that she needed to control herself.

"Hey," A soft voice spoke from her side, "Are you alright?"

Her breath caught at the sight of her mother. She had that warm inviting face that she had seen in her dreams for all of her life, and now that she and her mother were next to each other, it was better than she had hoped. Against all of her instincts, against everything that she had done in her life, she reached out for her mother. Not just figuratively, but literally. Rose not only hugged her mother, she buried her face in the older woman's shoulder and tried to let everything she had built up against the image of her mother leave her. When Caroline laughed softly, Rose's thoughts returned and she sunk into the feeling over her mother.

"I don't even know what to call you, Caroline or Mom?" Rose sighed.

Caroline patted her daughter's back and held her tighter, as if they had known each other for their entire lives, "I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing you call me Mom, but you can call me Caro. Don't you laugh at that name, it was a nickname."

"I've had a lot of nicknames too, most of them weren't flattering so I can't really throw stones at Caro," Rose chuckled and looked up to her mother's blue eyes, and something just clicked, "I'm sorry that this has been your first impression of me, you just caught me on a pretty bad day. I'm not crazy, despite the rumors."

The older woman smiled, there was something in that smile that was weak and resigned. "I wouldn't blame you if you were, but that's a story for another time."

Rose raised an eyebrow. All of her instincts were telling her that her mother was hiding something from her and when she thought back on it, it had all directed from Rose's implication of calling herself crazy. That was curious, very curious and Draco was interested in learning why her mother reacted that way. But Caro was right when she said that it was for another time, now she needed to gather her emotions and deal with this, "I won't press you on it right now. I'm far too busy right now."

"That's good," Caro sighed and hesitated before plucking up the courage to engage in a little light banter, "Your friend over there is awfully cute, have you and he…?"

"What? Terry and me? No I'm happily married," Rose looked over to Terry who seemed to be arguing with someone off of his cell phone, "He's a pig. He thinks with that little cocktail frank of his so much that it's almost unbearable to deal with."

Caro laughed and continued to pat her daughter's back, "You're hiding something."

"Am not," Rose shot back quickly. She was stunted with this woman's ability to see right through her. Maybe it was something that came from Motherhood, she could certainly read Alyssa like and book and almost anticipate her moods.

The older woman smirked. It was a graceful smirk that showed a history of manners and classiness, "I may be an old woman Rose, but I know a liar when I see one and you are lying, so what did you and this …Terry do?"

"We we're in Yemen, it was my first mission with the CIA and he was my partner on the mission," She sighed, this story hadn't left her lips in a very long time and there were only a few that were trusted enough with it, "He was an overwhelming person to be around. So my advice to Lillian would be this, she needs to watch her ass."

Caroline nodded and continued to rub her daughter's back. She wanted to continue having this friendly conversation with her, "Now about your daughter?"

"Oh yeah," Rose snickered, "Sorry about her language, she's always been a firecracker. It scares me because she reminds me so much of me at that age."

When Rose felt someone tap her on the shoulder, Rose was about to tell them that they could kiss her whole ass. But then she heard Terry clearing his throat, and then she tore her head around glared knives at him, "What do you want Asswipe?"

"Hello to you too sweetheart," He smirked at her, "I just finished calling the Harvard Offices, Rebecca was in contact with some kid named Jackson Montgomery. They're going to be faxing his information to us soon."

Rose's mind was already shifting when she felt her mother tense from under her, and she had calculated the exact moment when that name was mentioned. She turned and looked at her, "Caro? Are you okay?"

"Did you just say Jackson Montgomery?" Caroline whispered frantically.

She straightened her posture and a looked of concern came over her face, then her mother turned to face her, "That's your sister's son, you have to make sure-…"

"Already on it," Rose interrupted her as she shoot up from the seat and walked in the direction of the makeshift table that they were running this investigation from.

Running her hand through her hair, she was thinking about a few things. What could Rebecca possibly want with this nephew of hers? And what was she going to do in an effort to protect him? Then she smiled when she remembered one simple thing. She was CIA, and a senior CIA agent at that and she had authority too direct field agents. She now had to place a call to the Massachusetts Home Bureau. But there was another feeling that was starting to well up within her.

Rebecca was in communication with her nephew.

Rose had never met the kid, but there was this feeling of animalistic protectiveness that was similar to her feelings when her children were unhappy.

"Terry," She turned to him with a frown, "Call the Massachusetts Office and tell them to pick up this Jackson Montgomery. I want him down here tonight. Tell them that it's a matter of national security. And before you ask, that's not exactly a lie."

When Rose had awoken that night with a wet spot near her crotch, she was embarrassed beyond all belief. But not soon after that, her uterus had begun contracting and it was clear then that her water had broken. That had led them there to Mount Sinai. In tow were the unusual people, Alyssa, Johnny, Jake and their children, but this time also had so new additions. Erin, Jackie, Mark, Marissa and their children as well, but Rose was too preoccupied with the fact that she was about to pass a human out of her loins to care about that right now.

"Mrs. Long! We have the private room you asked for," One of the nurses told her.

"You think I give a shit! Just get this baby out of me now!" Rose shouted to the poor little girl. Normally she wouldn't have talked this way to anyone –besides her husband- but again she was in too much pain to give a shit. She really didn't.

Gripping the arm of the wheelchair that they had forced her in, she felt Jake's arm squeeze her shoulder. The sound part of her mind told her that he was just trying to comfort her, but the feeling itself was entirely different. If felt as if he was trying to rip her shoulder off from the shooting pain that was now going through her shoulder, "What the hell are you trying to do idiot, tear my arm off!"

"Don't bite my head off," Jake withdrew his hand, "Bitch."

Rose threw her head back and scowled at him, "Loser."

"Shrew," Jake bit back, not caring that he was gaining the attention of everyone.

"MR. SOFTIE!" She shouted back in irrational anger.

His demeanor softened when he saw her face contort in pain. She had just experienced her first contraction, "I love you Rose!"

"I love you too Mr. Softie," She managed to smile.

Those were the moments that he loved, and with Rose as a wife he had them often if not every day. But sitting there on top of the Empire State Building, Jake wondered when his life became just that and nothing else. He had become the 'Yes Dear' to Rose's orders and it was pissing him off. He sighed irritably and flicked the burnt out cigarette off the side of the building. This was so fucking irritating.

He almost jumped when he heard a swooping noise next to him, and then he looked at the large shadowed figure that was hiding behind a buttress of the ornately carved building. He snorted when he noticed with his Dragon eyes that this person was trying to hide. From Him really, "You know it's not nice to spy Alyssa."

"How did you know it was me-…Are you smoking…?" Alyssa said stepping to her father's side in her human form. She was out on patrol and as the American Dragon it sometimes required her to leave her home.

"Yeah," He lightly blew his breath on the tip of an unlit cigarette and a fire ignited it.