DS#8 Uninvited Part 6
By Carol M.
See first parts for details
Note: If the seatbelts aren't buckled yet, you might want to do it now. Enjoy, kiddies!
Several Hours Later
"That's just disgusting, Hobbes," said Darien as he looked at a nasty scar on Bobby's shoulder.
"When you have a collection as good as mine, then you can talk disgusting Fawkes," said Bobby as he pulled a cover up and revealed a quarter-sized scar on his thigh. "Sniper, 1992, Beirut. Nearly bled to death among camel crap and cactus."
Darien shook his head. "Come on, man, I don't want to see this crap."
"What's a matter hotshot, afraid you can't compete?" said Bobby with a smirk.
"Hey, I will have you know I have some damn good scars, my friend," said Darien as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. He pointed to the scar on his arm from when he had gotten shot by Anders. "See, oh, oh, oh, wait," he said as he lifted up his shirt and pointed to a small scar on his stomach. "Arnaud," he said.
"That's pathetic, Fawkes," said Bobby.
"Yeah, well, give a few more years, I'm sure I'll catch up," he said. He looked down at the floor for a few seconds, the hospital room suddenly washed in a strange silence. "Hey Bobby," he suddenly whispered.
"Yeah, Fawkes?" asked Bobby.
"I just wanted you to know…you know…I, I love you and you're my best friend and all that crap," said Darien quickly.
Bobby smiled knowingly. "I already knew that. Same goes here, my friend," he said as he stuck out his hand.
Darien smiled and slapped it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Got you a little present while you were busy scaring the hell out of me," he said as he tossed the box at Bobby.
Bobby gingerly picked up the box and shook it. He heard a jingle. He raised an eyebrow and eyed Darien curiously. "What did you do, partner?" he asked as he opened up the box. He pulled out a set of car keys. "Cute Fawkes, you wrap up the keys to Golda and try to pass it off as a present. Very smooth."
"Yeah well, I think if you were to go drive Golda, you would discover she's a whole new woman," said Darien smugly.
"What do you mean?" asked Bobby with slight concern.
"I took Golda in a for a little spa treatment. She needed some TLC and now she's running as good as new. Don't worry, I kept the crappy paint job and uncomfortable seats," said Darien with a smile.
"Hey D, she doesn't like, you know, talk now, does she?" asked Bobby.
"Okay, Hobbes, I couldn't afford to turn Golda into KITT," he said teasingly.
Bobby shrugged. "Just checking," he said as he sighed and closed his eyes.
"You getting tired, Hobbesy? I can leave you alone if you want, I got to get to the Agency soon, anyway," said Darien as he checked his watch.
Bobby shook his head and opened his eyes. "I'm just trying to remember what the hell happened when I got shot."
"Oh," said Darien softly. "From where I was standing, it looked like you completely broke cover and stood up. I remember standing there wondering what the hell you were doing."
"I don't know," said Bobby. "I think I saw something, but I just can't put my finger on it."
"Don't worry, you will," said Darien as he patted Bobby's shoulder. "What I want to know is why Arnaud is working with Chrysalis."
"You guys find anything out?" asked Bobby.
"Naw. We're all meeting with the Official to see what we're going to do next," said Darien.
Bobby frowned. "Wish I could be there," he said.
"Aw, don't worry, buddy. You'll be out of here in a few weeks and you'll be back in commission in a month or so," said Darien.
"I don't know if I can go that long without seeing any action," said Bobby.
Darien smiled. "I think you'll survive, buddy."
"We'll see," said Bobby. He cleared his throat. "How's the kid doing?"
"Sullivan? Fine. He came to visit you actually. I think he could fit in with us pretty well. I taught him the secret handshake," said Darien.
Bobby gave him a look of disbelief. "You taught him the secret handshake? Fawkes, the handshake is sacred."
"Yeah, I know, but I thought you wouldn't mind. I'm sorry," said Darien.
Bobby waved his hand. "Ah, it's alright." He looked down at the ground and something flashed through his mind. "Sullivan."
Darien looked confused. "Yeah, we were just talking about Sullivan."
"No, no, when I got shot, I remember looking at Sullivan. Something was weird with Sullivan," said Bobby.
"What do you mean, weird?" asked Darien.
Bobby shook his head. "I don't know. Where was he when I got shot?"
"I think he was coming from the side somewhere, I don't know. I didn't really notice, I was more concerned with you at the time," said Darien.
Darien's cell phone rang interrupted both of their thoughts.
"Sorry," said Darien as he reached into his pocket and answered his cell phone. "Yeah, this is Fawkes. Claire…whoa…whoa…slow down."
Darien looked at his watch. "Yeah, I'm about to leave. It's about five after seven."
Bobby looked confused. Darien shook his head. "What is it? Are you okay?" asked Darien worriedly. "Are you sure? Yeah, I will. Okay, I'll be right there. I love you. Bye," said Darien, hanging up the phone.
"What, what?" asked Bobby.
"Claire says she has some news for me. She ran all kinds of tests on herself today," said Darien. "God, I hope she's okay."
"I'm sure she's fine," said Bobby. "Tell her I say hi."
Darien nodded. "She said she would come to visit you tomorrow. She couldn't leave the lab today because she's doing some kind of experiment on a rat. I don't know. God, she better be okay," said Darien. "I'm gonna go. Call me, if you remember anything."
Bobby nodded. "Will do."
Darien smiled. "Nice to have you around again, partner," he said as he walked to the door.
"Glad to be back," said Bobby.
"Catcha later, man," said Darien.
"Bye Fawkes," said Bobby as he leaned back into his bed, determined to remember what had gotten him shot.
Claire set her phone down and let a happy giggle escape her mouth. She eyed a blood sample that she had recently taken from herself and could not hold back a smile. She was pregnant, and she was absolutely thrilled.
She wanted to tell Darien so bad on the phone, but she had held back. This was really news he should hear in person. She hoped he was as happy about it as she was. The thought of Darien as a dad warmed her heart. He would make a wonderful father, and he would love their child with all his heart.
She practically skipped over to LR 30's cage to check the rat's progress. She was testing the effects of a new type of solution that might work as a time release form of counteragent. She saw to her chagrin that the rat's eyes were still very much silver. "Bloody hell," she said to herself.
She heard the whoosh of the Keep door open. "Darien, how did you get here so…Oh my god!" she said as she turned around and saw who had entered the door.
The scared eyes of Alex, Eberts and the Official greeted her, followed by the silver eyes of Jason Sullivan. He had guns pointed at the trio and a backpack slung over his shoulder.
Claire reached towards her phone.
Jason stepped forward and put a gun to Alex's head. "You do anything and she dies," he yelled.
Claire stepped back and eyed him with fear. "What is this? Who the hell are you?"
Jason grinned. "Oh you'll find all that out soon enough, Mrs. Fawkes," he said as he pushed Alex roughly into a chair. She struggled to get up, but he was too strong. He pushed her harshly back into the chair and took a pair of cuffs out of his backpack, cuffing her to the chair. All the while he had his gun trained on the Official and Eberts.
He pointed at Claire. "You, get over here," he said. When she didn't comply, Jason got up and pushed her over to a chair. He cuffed her as well.
"What are you going to do, Sullivan?" said the Official as he was cuffed to a chair.
"Oh you'll see. You guys are going to get front row seats," said Jason as he cuffed Eberts to a chair as well. "Now, just one question. Where is Mr. Fawkes?"
No one answered. "Cute, very cute, kiddies. Funny but I thought you had a meeting scheduled for seven thirty. When Fawkes doesn't find anyone in the meeting room, he'll come right down here. Right into my trap," he said with a smile.
Bobby was staring at the wall of his hospital room, trying to put two and two together. It was there, it was there right in front of his face, he just knew it. He remembered looking to his side and seeing Jason. But what was it about Sullivan that had freaked him out so much?
He looked out his window and sighed heavily. Come on Bobby, you can do this, he said to himself. Think, damn it, think. He looked around the room and saw a glint of something. The end of his bed frame was sparkling from the reflection of the sun. Silver. Flaking quicksilver. "Oh my god," whispered Bobby. "He's got the gland, he's got a freakin gland!"
He quickly reached for the phone next to his bed and dialed Darien's cell.
Darien parked his car in the nearly empty parking lot of the Agency and quickly got out. His heart was pounding with anticipation of Claire's news. He couldn't take bad news, he just couldn't.
He walked briskly into the Agency and cursed the Official for calling such a late meeting. Even the damn guards had gone home. All he wanted to do was take Claire home and deal with whatever news she was about to tell him.
He got into the elevator and pushed the down button. He rolled his eyes at the soft music that was playing in the elevator and absently wondered if the Official would ever change the music. Probably not, he mused.
He got off the elevator and made his way towards the Keep. Please be okay, Claire, please be okay, he whispered to himself. He jumped when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it.
"Fawkes," he said into the phone.
"Fawkes, Fawkes, I know what happened!" he heard Bobby yell into the phone.
"Whoa, whoa calm down there little tiger," he said. "What is it? What happened?" asked Darien as he pulled his keycard out of his pocket and put it into the slot outside the Keep door.
"Sullivan's got a gland!" yelled Bobby.
But Darien already knew. He dropped his cell phone in shock when the door opened and he saw the silver eyes of Jason Sullivan gleaming in the dull light of the Keep. He saw Claire, Eberts, Alex and the Official sitting in the background.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Fawkes," said Jason with a wicked smile.
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"Fawkes, Fawkes!" yelled Bobby into the phone, but the line went dead on the other end. He struggled against his injuries and tried to get out of bed. Half of the monitors attached to him started to ring in alarm.
A few nurses ran into the room when they heard the commotion. "Mr. Hobbes, you need to get back into bed," said Nurse Kristin as she pushed Bobby back down.
"No, no, you need to get somebody over to the Harding building. My friends are in grave danger," said Bobby urgently.
Nurse Kristin pulled out a needle. "Whatever you say, Mr. Hobbes," she said as she injected the sedative into his arm.
"No, they need help, they need…" Bobby's eyes rolled back into his head and he was instantly asleep.
TBC
