Devil's Silver #6 Wicked Game Part 7 (final)
By Carol M.
Author's Note: And so it comes to an end. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed writing this story. Thanks to everyone for the feedback. Enjoy the last part!
Kara parked her car next to the Agency and walked in, saying hello to the guards as she did. The halls of the Agency were quiet, being that most of the agent's were busy wrapping up loose ends with Chrysalis. No one would even know she was there. Not that they had noticed her much anyway with everything that had been going on.
She took the elevator down to the Keep and got out her key, opening the Keep door. She took out another key and opened the locked drawer where she had put Darien's file. She opened the drawer, took out the file and took out the disk. She produced another disk from her purse and switched the disks, putting the disk from the file into her purse. She put the file back in the drawer and locked it. Then she left the Keep and a few minutes later, she left the Agency.
The drive to the prison took only about 20 minutes. She got out of her car and walked into the prison, talking to a guard at the desk. He produced the visitor's sign in sheet. For the first time in weeks, she signed her real name.
A guard led her into the visitation room and she waited, heart racing. Five minutes later, Arnaud was brought into the room.
"Ten minutes," said the guard.
As soon as the guard left, she jumped out of her chair and hugged Arnaud. "Oh, Arnie, I've missed you so much," she said as she kissed him.
Arnaud pulled back and took her face in his hands. "Oh Elizabeth, I miss you're beautiful face darling," he said. "The plastic surgeon did a remarkable job. You look just like the late Miss Vore."
Elizabeth stepped towards the table and reached into her purse, pulling out the disk. "It worked Arnie. Everything we need in order to restore you to your visible self," she said.
"Ah yes, the plan, it worked rather well didn't it? I got the information I needed about the gland and I got Fawkes to eliminate Stark and the heart of his pesky little terrorist organization. Poor Stark, fool never saw it coming," said Arnaud with a smile. "Do you think anyone figured out who you were in the Agency?"
Elizabeth shook her head. "Nope, everything was fine. Even the Official was convinced I was Kara Vore."
"Good, good," said Arnaud. "Everything went just as planned. You can quietly hand in your resignation now that Ms. Spencer is back and they will be none the wiser."
Elizabeth nodded. "You're are brilliant, honey. Getting yourself arrested on purpose so it would draw the attention away from you and keep my cover safe. But now that's over, how are we going to get you out of here?" asked Elizabeth as she kissed Arnaud again.
"Oh my darling, don't worry about such inconveniences. It will not be a problem," he said dramatically. He picked up the disk and held it in the air. "Now that I have this, I have everything. I will restore my own visibility and then we can start producing glands of our own. People will be lining up around the corner. We will be rich my darling."
Arnaud hugged Elizabeth tightly, congratulating himself for a second time that week for a job well done.
Claire awoke from her nap and smiled, not even feeling the pain in her chest. She glanced down at her hand, admiring her ring. Darien had great taste.
She looked into the corner of the room, where Darien had fallen asleep in a chair, his long legs squished into an impossible position. She giggled slightly at the sight.
"Claire," someone said.
She looked towards the door and saw Bobby standing there with a teddy bear. Claire smiled wide. "Bobby, come in," she whispered, pointing at Darien.
Bobby looked at Darien's sleeping form. It was the first time he had seen peace on his partner's face in days.
Bobby stepped to Claire, handing her the teddy bear and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad you're back, Keep. I missed you," he said softly.
"Thank you, Bobby, I'm glad to be back," she said, cradling the bear in her hands held out her hand and showed him her ring.
Bobby smiled widely. "So he did it. Good for him," he said.
Claire looked at Bobby with surprise. "You knew about this?" she asked.
Bobby puffed out his chest. "Hey, who do you think taught Fawkes all his moves. You didn't think he came up with that on his own, did you?" he said jokingly.
Claire smiled and shook her head. "Of course not."
"Claire, now that you're engaged, that doesn't mean that we can't play doctor together anymore, does it?" asked Bobby with a look of mock sadness on his face.
"I won't tell Darien, if you won't," she whispered, laughing.
He smiled and then looked at her with a serious expression.
"What is it Bobby?" she said with concern.
He shook his head. "Nothing, I'm just glad you're okay," he said, a glimmer of tears appearing in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "I found this on top of your tombstone after we exhumed your body," said Bobby.
"Exhumed my body?" said Claire, confused.
"Never mind, never mind, it's not important," said Bobby as he handed her the note. "Anyway, Fawkes left this on your grave for you. I didn't read it, I just took a quick peak to see what it was. I think he would want you to read it. Just don't ever tell him I gave it to you, okay?" said Bobby softly.
Claire nodded. "Thanks Bobby," she said as she held out her hands for a hug. He leaned down and hugged her gently. "I'll let you two alone now. I just wanted to say hi and make sure you were okay," said Bobby.
"Thanks for the bear Bobby and thanks for everything else," said Claire.
Bobby waved her off. "Not a problem, a pleasure in fact. Bobby Hobbes doesn't bail on his partner or his partner's fiancée," he said with a smile.
"I'll see you later, Claire," said Bobby as he started to leave. He looked over at Fawkes and then looked at Claire's bed, noticing a cover pushed down to her feet. "You gonna use this?" he asked.
Claire shook her head. Bobby picked up the blanket and draped it over Darien. "Take it easy, partner," said Bobby. He waved at Claire and walked out the door.
Claire looked at the paper in her hand curiously. She slowly unfolded it and realized it was a letter. She saw smudge marks all over it. Must have rained, she thought. She sunk back in her pillow and began to read.
Dear Claire,
As The Beatles once sang, "All you need is love." Yeah, well, they were right. The past six months of my life have been the happiest I can remember. All I really need is your love to get me through the day.
I have to apologize for something. I read your diary. Come on, you knew I would read it eventually didn't you? I mean I used to be a thief after all. Anyway, it moved me. It made me miss you like crazy. It made me want to tell you what you mean to me, even though I realized I would never be able to.
I love you Claire. There are no words to express how much. I remember the first time we met. Me standing there in front of the refrigerator in the Keep, you standing there all cool with your tranq gun. At the time I thought, who is this foxy chick and why the hell is she shooting at me. Come on, Claire, you were a little icy at first.
But you grew on me. You hid behind your doctor shell, trying to never cross the doctor patient relationship. So professional and so cool. You're always in control, much more then I ever will be. I admire you for that.
You said all I did those first months was bitch about the gland. Well you're right, I did. But I have realized something. If it wasn't for the gland, we would've never met. Somehow, I think the gland, the QSM, I think it was all worth it, because I got you.
I was so lucky, Claire. I had the perfect girl and now I've lost her. I don't know how I will make it without you. I guess now all I have left is Bobby. He's fun, but kissing him just isn't the same as kissing you.
Claire, you make me shiver with anticipation every time you're in the room. The scent of your hair, the curve of your neck, the delicateness of your skin. It all drives me wild. You drive me wild. Making love to you is a lesson in control and pure happiness. I could never ask for more.
But not only do you have beauty, you have brains. You're so smart, but you never show it off. You use your gift well, trying to help people. You are a treasure to all of those around you, Keep.
Anyway, now that you're gone, I'm left with regret. Regret about not being able to make you my wife, regret in not being able to show you just how much I love you, regret that we can't have some stupid banter about the science of earthworms. I miss you so much and I will never be able to replace you. Just know, wherever you are, that I love you and I always will.
Love your lab rat,
Darien
P.S. Bobby loves you too.
Claire set the letter down, tears streaming from her face. She looked at Darien and blew him a kiss. She glanced down at her engagement ring and smiled, picturing her wedding day beside her prince charming, Darien Fawkes.
That's All Folks!