Well guys, I'm back. I hope you haven't gotten sick of me yet. Thanks again for all the nice reviews. I gotta say that I'm very relied because I was sure that nobody would like this story, so thanks for proving me wrong.
Darien was walking down the street, but just exactly what street he didn't know.
He had gotten out of the trunk only to discover that he was in the middle of a big vacant parking lot. He didn't recognize where he was, but the one thing he was sure of was that he really wanted to find Claire. So, he had walked off hurriedly.
And as a result, he had been walking for the last twenty minutes passing by stores and restaurants that were unfamiliar to him.
Finally, he spotted a cab heading down the street towards him. He raised his hand, and the cab pulled up next to him. Darien opened the door and got in.
"Where to, pal?" the driver asked.
"Just drive. I'll tell ya on the way. And step on it, 'cause I got a hot date tonight," Darien said with a big mischievous smile on his face.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I mean the Agency…. (Sorry about that…I guess that's just the Texan in me).
Claire had just finished tidying up the lab and making the necessary preparations (you know just in case Darien was brought in while QSM) whereas Hobbes and Monroe were in the interrogation room questioning one of the two suspects Hobbes had managed to apprehend.
"You're really screwed, do you know that? Your associates made off with a federal agent. Do you know what the penalty is for federal kidnapping? Yeah, from the look on your face I'd bet that you do. It must be tough, my friend, knowing that you're going to rot away in prison while your buddies get to run around free." Hobbes said very casually.
After letting that last statement sink into the suspect's head, he continued with, "Of course, Agent Monroe and I could make sure that you didn't have to do all that hard time alone. All you have to do is tell us where your friends are and where they might have taken Agent Fawkes."
Silence… the guy wasn't talking.
Finally, the silence was too much for him and Hobbes just snapped. He grabbed the guy by his collar and shouted in his face, "Look, buddy, one of your little friends took my partner, and I wanna know where…NOW!"
Monroe, who had been quiet all this time, quickly added, "Yeah, and if you don't tell us what we want to hear, we'll make sure you spend your prison time in the same cell with a big guy named Bubba."
The suspect looked at Monroe and saw the look on her face meant that she was definitely not kidding. Then, he focused his attention back on Hobbes, who was still holding onto him by his collar. The look on Bobby's face meant business, too. Finally, he blurted out, "Ok, Ok! Look, I don't know where they could have taken your partner, but I do know where they like to hang out."
Bobby eventually let him go, and the guy settled back into his seat. Bobby took a step back himself and said, "All right, tell us."
The bad guy swallowed and started with, "It's a strip club called The Pussycats. I don't know the exact address, but I can tell you the street name. It's on…"
"That's ok," Bobby said, "I know where it is."
Monroe quickly turned her head and stared at him, "You do?"
"What?" Bobby asked genuinely surprised. "Oh come on, Monroe, get your mind out of the gutter. It's not like I'm a patron of the joint, it's just that I've done surveillance on that place before. Now, let's go. We've already wasted too much time with this loser."
And with that, Monroe was off her chair following Bobby out of the door.
The cab pulled up in front of the Agency. Darien hadn't bothered to try and check Claire's house first. He knew that with him missing and all that she would definitely be here waiting for him to be brought in.
He paid the driver, who took the money and said, "Thanks, man. Oh and by the way, I think you should get those eyes of yours checked. It looks like you've got a serious case of pink eye."
Darien just smiled and said, "What? This?" as he pointed to his eyes. "No man, this is nothing. You should see me when I come down with the flu."
Darien got out of the cab and headed toward the entrance quicksilvering along the way. He didn't want anyone to spot him and ruin his fun.
He walked into the Agency and saw Monroe and Bobby headed towards him. He quickly moved to the side and watched as they passed him and walked out the door. "Hmmm, wonder where they're off to?" he said to himself. But his curiosity was cut short when he remembered why he had gone there in the first place. 'Claire' he thought, 'I'll be right with you shortly.'
Darien continued down the hall and finally reached the Keep. He took his card out of his pocket and swiped it.
Claire, who was sitting at her desk going over some new lab printouts on counteragent, looked up when the lab door slid open. When no one walked in, she got up and moved towards the door.
"Hello," she said, "Is anyone there?"
She was about to step out into the hall to take a look when she felt a pair of hands grab her by the hips and pull her back. She felt someone standing behind her holding onto her waist, and she could feel a hot breath on her neck.
"Darien?!" she shouted surprised and a tad scared.
Darien heard the excitement in her voice and mistook it for pleasure. "I knew you'd be happy to see me again," he said. He allowed the quicksilver to fall off his body, then, he quickly twirled her around so that they were facing each other.
Before Claire could say anything else, Darien quickly moved in and started kissing her.
It took him a while to realize that she wasn't kissing back.
TBC
