Chapter 4
Duncan walked along the bank of the Seine, the warmth of the sun was now waning and the cold tendrils of the evening were starting to wrap around Paris, Duncan pulled his coat around him as he walked lost in his thoughts, he was troubled by what the waiter in the café had told him and what he had witnessed in the alley. He had seen the look Alex's had in her eyes before but it had been in men's eyes on the battlefield. His brow creased as he thought 'why didn't the café call the police.I mean Alex may have run off but the man was still there, he could have told them something'. Duncan decided to see if his friend in the Paris police could give him anything from the description he had.
Duncan had just come out of the police station where he had found out nothing that would help him, when his mobile rang "MacLeod"
"Hi Mac.can you talk?" Duncan recognised Methos's voice.
"Yeah.what's up?"
"Can you meet me at my hotel I need to talk to you alone"
Duncan sighed he really wanted to go back to the barge to check on Alex "Ok what hotel?" Duncan asked.
"The Waldorf.Rue de Départ.room 505.oh the name is Adam Matheson"
"I take it that your not paying for in with Watcher wages" Duncan replied "I'll be there in about half an hour" Duncan ended the call and made his way to the Rue de Départ.
Duncan walked up to the beech-topped reception desk the smartly dressed young woman behind it smiled warmly as her eyes wandered over his body, she blushed when she realised that Duncan had seen her eyes roamed over his body. Duncan raised his eyebrows and grinned as he tapped the reception desk with one hand while his other scratched one of his eyebrows "Err.I'm here to see Adam Matheson he's in room 505". The young woman looked down at the register "Yes.Monsieur Matheson is expecting he is in his suite.if you would like to take the elevator to the fifth floor"
Duncan smiled and followed the receptionists pointed arm "this way" he said pointing in the same direction as the young woman "Yes, Monsieur.fifth floor" Duncan smirked as he got in the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. As he walked down the corridor towards room 505 he could see that the door was already open, Duncan realised that his arrival had been announced before Methos could have felt his presence. Duncan felt the familiar sensation when he was half way down the corridor, he knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open "Ah Mac.come in.fancy a drink.coffee.beer.whisky? I've got the lot here"
Duncan smiled and put up his right hand "Coffee will be fine" he said as he dropped his coat onto one of the chairs "Nice place you have here" Duncan said as he walked over to the window and looked out at the view.
"Well you've got to treat yourself occasionally" Methos said as he hand Duncan a cup of coffee.
"What did you want to talk about?" Duncan watched as Methos walked across the room towards the elegant wood veneered desk, there was an open laptop on it, which lit up as Methos touched the keys "Here have a look at this" Duncan walked over to join him at the desk, on the screen was a list of records "So you've been hacking into British Government files"
"Look at this" Methos typed in Alex Rogan and they both waited until the file had loaded and across the screen was written in red text 'CLASSIFIED'
"Every place I've tried it's the same.I'm not sure what you have but I can sense its trouble" Methos watched as Duncan went back to the window without saying a word "take her to the Embassy tomorrow and leave her there".
Duncan drank some of his coffee before turning back to Methos "that's not the only thing that's strange" Duncan then told Methos what had happened at the café and in the alley.
"You've done your bit Mac.let her go" Duncan walked back to the laptop "So where have you tried?"
Methos clicked on the list of sites he had managed to hack into "I've been to the Tax office, passport office, employment office.I've even tried to trace a National Insurance number through their health service but all the records are sealed.what ever Alex Rogan is they don't want you to know anything about her" Duncan put his cup down and picked up his coat as he headed for the door "Where are you going?" Methos asked.
"Back to the barge.I left Alex alone and with what you've found out and what happened today I don't think that's wise"
"I'll call you if I find anything" Methos shouted after Duncan who was already going out the door.
As Duncan got closer to the barge he felt the presences of an Immortal his eyes scanned both banks of the Seine as his hand slipped into his coat, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, he spun round on the spot, when he heard footsteps in the tunnel, Duncan moved quickly towards the tunnel his hand never leaving his sword, as he walked into the darkness he called out "I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod" as he brought his sword out from the folds of his coat, a figure in a long coat and large brimmed hat moved to the end of the tunnel silhouetting his body against the fading light, but he just laughed before running away. Duncan was torn between following the unknown Immortal and checking on Alex. As he returned his sword back beneath the folds of his coat Duncan wondered if the presences of the Immortal was coincidence or was it linked in someway to Alex.
Duncan quietly walked into the barge he could see that Alex had fallen asleep on the couch; he slipped off his shoes so that he didn't make any noise on the hard wood floor. He then slipped into the kitchen to prepare something for them both to eat; Duncan was laying the table when the aroma of the cooking food woke Alex, she sat up and looked over the back of the couch "I'm sorry I must have dosed off" she said as she wiped the sleep from her eyes "You must have needed it.Hungry?" Alex kneeled on the couch "I'm starving!"
"Take a seat.I hope you like pasta?" Duncan said as he walked back to the kitchen, Alex couldn't be sure but Duncan seemed distant, friendly but detached, she sat at the table and waited, Duncan came back with a large bowl of steaming pasta and a basket of fresh bread. Before he joined her at the table Duncan collected an opened bottle of red wine from the unit on the other side of the barge. Nothing was said as they started their meal Alex decided to break the silence "you've haven't told me what you do for a living?"
Duncan reached across and took a piece of the bread breaking it in two "Antiques.I deal in Antiques"
"So do you have a shop or something?" Alex said before taking a mouthful of food.
"I used to but.not anymore" Duncan dropped his eyes away from hers to the food on his plate, Alex could tell there was some sadness associated with the shop and decided it wasn't a good subject so the silence descended again. They had nearly finished their meal when Duncan felt the familiar feeling that meant another of his kind was around, as the feeling got stronger he looked around as he got up from the table "I just need to go outside I forgot to check the mooring ropes" Alex looked at him with a confused look on her face but Duncan was already on his way to the door, grabbing his coat on the way.
Duncan walked along the bank of the Seine, the warmth of the sun was now waning and the cold tendrils of the evening were starting to wrap around Paris, Duncan pulled his coat around him as he walked lost in his thoughts, he was troubled by what the waiter in the café had told him and what he had witnessed in the alley. He had seen the look Alex's had in her eyes before but it had been in men's eyes on the battlefield. His brow creased as he thought 'why didn't the café call the police.I mean Alex may have run off but the man was still there, he could have told them something'. Duncan decided to see if his friend in the Paris police could give him anything from the description he had.
Duncan had just come out of the police station where he had found out nothing that would help him, when his mobile rang "MacLeod"
"Hi Mac.can you talk?" Duncan recognised Methos's voice.
"Yeah.what's up?"
"Can you meet me at my hotel I need to talk to you alone"
Duncan sighed he really wanted to go back to the barge to check on Alex "Ok what hotel?" Duncan asked.
"The Waldorf.Rue de Départ.room 505.oh the name is Adam Matheson"
"I take it that your not paying for in with Watcher wages" Duncan replied "I'll be there in about half an hour" Duncan ended the call and made his way to the Rue de Départ.
Duncan walked up to the beech-topped reception desk the smartly dressed young woman behind it smiled warmly as her eyes wandered over his body, she blushed when she realised that Duncan had seen her eyes roamed over his body. Duncan raised his eyebrows and grinned as he tapped the reception desk with one hand while his other scratched one of his eyebrows "Err.I'm here to see Adam Matheson he's in room 505". The young woman looked down at the register "Yes.Monsieur Matheson is expecting he is in his suite.if you would like to take the elevator to the fifth floor"
Duncan smiled and followed the receptionists pointed arm "this way" he said pointing in the same direction as the young woman "Yes, Monsieur.fifth floor" Duncan smirked as he got in the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. As he walked down the corridor towards room 505 he could see that the door was already open, Duncan realised that his arrival had been announced before Methos could have felt his presence. Duncan felt the familiar sensation when he was half way down the corridor, he knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open "Ah Mac.come in.fancy a drink.coffee.beer.whisky? I've got the lot here"
Duncan smiled and put up his right hand "Coffee will be fine" he said as he dropped his coat onto one of the chairs "Nice place you have here" Duncan said as he walked over to the window and looked out at the view.
"Well you've got to treat yourself occasionally" Methos said as he hand Duncan a cup of coffee.
"What did you want to talk about?" Duncan watched as Methos walked across the room towards the elegant wood veneered desk, there was an open laptop on it, which lit up as Methos touched the keys "Here have a look at this" Duncan walked over to join him at the desk, on the screen was a list of records "So you've been hacking into British Government files"
"Look at this" Methos typed in Alex Rogan and they both waited until the file had loaded and across the screen was written in red text 'CLASSIFIED'
"Every place I've tried it's the same.I'm not sure what you have but I can sense its trouble" Methos watched as Duncan went back to the window without saying a word "take her to the Embassy tomorrow and leave her there".
Duncan drank some of his coffee before turning back to Methos "that's not the only thing that's strange" Duncan then told Methos what had happened at the café and in the alley.
"You've done your bit Mac.let her go" Duncan walked back to the laptop "So where have you tried?"
Methos clicked on the list of sites he had managed to hack into "I've been to the Tax office, passport office, employment office.I've even tried to trace a National Insurance number through their health service but all the records are sealed.what ever Alex Rogan is they don't want you to know anything about her" Duncan put his cup down and picked up his coat as he headed for the door "Where are you going?" Methos asked.
"Back to the barge.I left Alex alone and with what you've found out and what happened today I don't think that's wise"
"I'll call you if I find anything" Methos shouted after Duncan who was already going out the door.
As Duncan got closer to the barge he felt the presences of an Immortal his eyes scanned both banks of the Seine as his hand slipped into his coat, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, he spun round on the spot, when he heard footsteps in the tunnel, Duncan moved quickly towards the tunnel his hand never leaving his sword, as he walked into the darkness he called out "I'm Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod" as he brought his sword out from the folds of his coat, a figure in a long coat and large brimmed hat moved to the end of the tunnel silhouetting his body against the fading light, but he just laughed before running away. Duncan was torn between following the unknown Immortal and checking on Alex. As he returned his sword back beneath the folds of his coat Duncan wondered if the presences of the Immortal was coincidence or was it linked in someway to Alex.
Duncan quietly walked into the barge he could see that Alex had fallen asleep on the couch; he slipped off his shoes so that he didn't make any noise on the hard wood floor. He then slipped into the kitchen to prepare something for them both to eat; Duncan was laying the table when the aroma of the cooking food woke Alex, she sat up and looked over the back of the couch "I'm sorry I must have dosed off" she said as she wiped the sleep from her eyes "You must have needed it.Hungry?" Alex kneeled on the couch "I'm starving!"
"Take a seat.I hope you like pasta?" Duncan said as he walked back to the kitchen, Alex couldn't be sure but Duncan seemed distant, friendly but detached, she sat at the table and waited, Duncan came back with a large bowl of steaming pasta and a basket of fresh bread. Before he joined her at the table Duncan collected an opened bottle of red wine from the unit on the other side of the barge. Nothing was said as they started their meal Alex decided to break the silence "you've haven't told me what you do for a living?"
Duncan reached across and took a piece of the bread breaking it in two "Antiques.I deal in Antiques"
"So do you have a shop or something?" Alex said before taking a mouthful of food.
"I used to but.not anymore" Duncan dropped his eyes away from hers to the food on his plate, Alex could tell there was some sadness associated with the shop and decided it wasn't a good subject so the silence descended again. They had nearly finished their meal when Duncan felt the familiar feeling that meant another of his kind was around, as the feeling got stronger he looked around as he got up from the table "I just need to go outside I forgot to check the mooring ropes" Alex looked at him with a confused look on her face but Duncan was already on his way to the door, grabbing his coat on the way.