Stephen walked down the long dirt path to the road. As he went he thought
back of Michel and how things used to be. Michel had gained his trust so
many years ago, though he couldn't remember the particulars of how Michel
had done it. Stephen knew it had been difficult for Michel to gain his
trust for back then Stephen was not so easy to convince. He had been
working for the government after all. But, Michel saw him as a threat he
was good at his job perhaps too good. Just like in Bridgett's case if
their good enough to expose you, you either recruit them or kill them.
Michel chose recruiting in both cases.
After all they'd done for him how could Michel possibly do this to them? He had, and that was Michel's biggest mistake. It would soon be Michel's undoing. As Stephen continued to walk along the path lost in his thoughts Hobbes came up the way. It took Stephen several moments to realize Hobbes was even coming up the path at all.
"Hey Stevie, my man! Have you seen Mr. Big Head man himself around here lately?" Hobbes reached out slapping Stephen on the arm as he spoke. Stephen really did not understand this man. How on earth could such a strange little man be friends with the likes of Mr. Fred Vorton. Sure, Fred had his own quirks, but Robert Hobbes he was down right psychopathic. But hey, he thought. "Maybe that was exactly what he and Bridgett needed if they were to beat Michel at his game."
"No I haven't sir! Agent Vorton received a private call in the gazebo a while ago. After the call, he seemed quite anxious. I believe he said something about going into town after that. I'm sorry I can't be of more help sir."
Hobbes shifted slapping Stephen again he turned to leave, but then stopped abruptly. "Stephen, you have been of more help than you know, watching out for my partner like you have has been more help than you can imagine. And I'm sure he appreciates it also. Oh and hey if I have anything to say about it the fat man will make sure you get a promotion out of this my friend." Hobbes walked past Stephen and went up the path to the main house in search of Darien.
Stephen reached for his cell, paging Bridgett back at the room he was very worried now. If Hobbes did call the fat man they were in 'very' BIG trouble. Then, they would never find a way to get Michel.
After the phone call with Stephen Bridgett went in search of Hobbes she had to get him out of the way long enough to disable the phones and insure that no one found a way to get in touch with anyone outside the complex. This meant getting rid of any and all vehicles, collecting, cell phones, etc., Then it dawned on her that she needn't go to all the trouble all she had to do was to have Stephen notify everyone that there has been a radio silence issued. And, that everyone was to remain here for the next few days. That meant no phone calls nothing until further notice. The reason he would give would be that it had been suspected that someone has been listening in on calls and tailing the every move of everyone inside the complex. Specifically Bobby and Fred. Stephen would make them think that this was the only way to keep Darien safe at this point.
Several hours later Hobbes stood pacing the lobby floor. He felt helpless. How could he have missed the fact that they were being tailed and bugged. Secondly, why on earth didn't the fat man call 'him'? It was ridiculous didn't the fat man trust him? After all he'd done for that fat. He couldn't believe it everything felt like it was so out of control he didn't know what to do. Hobbes finally just gave up and collapsed in a chair. All of this thinking was giving him a very large headache.
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It had been several days since the surgery. Darien was still in quite a bit of pain, but these same four walls were getting on his nerves. So, without the approval of Claire who was asleep in the other room Darien reached for the chair by the bed. Using it as leverage to hold himself steady he reached for his crutches that were propped up against the wall. Darien almost screamed in pain when he reached for the crutches. He went too far and came down on his bad leg. He muffled the sound of a scream by placing his hands firmly over his mouth.
Tears trickled down Darien's face, he was so weak from the surgery and the pain and anguish he'd been through that just the subtle fall sent a surge of extreme pain throughout his body almost sending him to the ground. Darien gripped the crutches placing them one at a time under his arms. He made it slowly down the stairs and outside to the grounds. He thought that maybe the fresh air would help to clear his head.
As he passed the lobby Darien found Hobbes slumped in a chair passed out. He went outside to find a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the yard. She was talking on a cell phone and her back was turned to him so he couldn't see her face. But by her grace and her long flowing hair he could see her beauty. He began to limp up behind her, but changed his mind heading past her to the bench a few yards away instead. He looked back seeing her face his heart sank into his stomach as he recognized her.
It couldn't be her he thought as the fear and terror swept over him causing him to go invisible. Bridgett watched as Darien Fawkes disappeared from view. She had luckily brought her thermal glasses, putting them on she watched Darien sit with much effort on the bench and look back at her in sheer terror. She walked towards him but, as she did Darien grabbed his crutches getting ready to leave.
"No, wait! Please Mr. Fawkes wait!" Bridgett called after him as he began to leave, but instead he stumbled and fell to the ground. Trying to get back up he screamed out as both pain and fear of the woman walking toward him washed over him. Bridgett ran to him scooping his head up in her arms. He tried to wiggle away. "Don't touch me!" Darien screamed. Even as he tried he could not escape, he found himself suddenly helpless. Tears again began to fall in unseen droplets of quicksilver.
"Darien its okay, I don't want to hurt you." Bridgett said soothingly as she helped Darien sit back up.
"Okay I'll..b.bite. W.what.d.do you .want.th..then?" Darien stumbled over the words. He feared this woman though she hadn't done much of anything herself that night. It seemed to him that she was giving an awful lot of orders. Besides, just the fact that she was involved was enough for Darien to fear her and not trust her now.
"What I want is for you and your friends help. I know you don't trust me after all I am part of the reason you look the way you do. But Mr. Fawkes I do need your help."
Darien looked up at her he thought that if he was still here she sure didn't want him dead. And he knew that if she wanted to she could have killed him already. But he thought just the fact that he was still alive was enough reason to at least listen to her. And maybe she could help him get the guys who were responsible for all of this at the same time.
"Well Mr. Fawkes" she began. Bridgett explained every detail why and who wanted him dead. She went on to tell of Michel's plans for him and his plans for her and Stephen and who Stephen really was. Darien was shocked by this. He couldn't believe his ears. But he also knew that they deserved a chance. Because hey at least she was honest. He figured if he helped them it would at the very least be one BIG way to get back at Jared for all he had done over the past year.
The sky began to crack and the rain came as Bridgett and Darien sat talking. Darien had long since desilvered he shivered in the cold as the rain ran down his back. Bridgett threw her long coat around him to keep him warm in the cold rainy night. Bridgett asked if he'd like to go in. Darien declined, Bridgett stayed at his side talking and keeping her new found friend safe and warm in the night
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Claire woke to the sound of crackling thunder across the sky. She walked to Darien's room finding it empty she was frantic. She looked everywhere she could think of. It was late and Darien was still recovering from recent surgery among other things. She ran around the complex looking in every room she could think of coming up empty. Claire was flabbergasted. Where could he be? She thought. Going down to the lobby she found Hobbes in a wrinkled mess in an overstuffed chair.
Claire ran to Bobby shaking him furiously. "Bobby, Bobby! Wake up! Would you please just wake up!" Claire slapped Bobby across the face waking him from his slumber.
Hobbes groggily sat up. "What was that for Claire? Somethin' wrong with Fawkes or somethin'?"
"No, its just.he's missing . I can't seem to find Darien anywhere. Oh Bobby what are we going to do? I lost him. He's my patient and I lost him. What if someone kidnapped him and I was too damn tired and lazy to protect him. Bobby!" Claire threw her hands to her face covering her eyes as she cried.
Hobbes leaned in to her placing an arm around Claire to soothe her. "Calm down Claire, its okay we're gonna find him. This is a big place, he could be anywhere." Claire calmed a bit, but continued shaking her head nonetheless.
"Okay Claire you say you've looked everywhere have you checked outside on the grounds?"
Claire looked up startled. Oh Bobby no! If he's out there it could be the death of him. With the cold and rain he could get an infection, pneumonia, or anything who knows what." As Claire continued to name off the risks she and Hobbes ran outside to the grounds looking for Darien.
As soon as they stepped out Hobbes spotted him on a bench Charlotte had her coat pulled around him. While Darien's head was laid in the crook of her neck.
"It looks like Romeo found himself a Juliet, but I'm afraid agent Charles might have a little something to say about that." Claire looked at Hobbes confused, but shook it off as she headed towards the couple.
Coming up behind Darien Claire could see him shiver beneath the jacket.
Charlotte looked back seeing Claire and Hobbes headed towards them. She shook Darien waking him from his trance. "What? What's wrong?" Charlotte pointed to the duo coming up behind them.
"Oh, man! Can't they ever just give me two minutes alone?" Darien leaned over shaking his head in his hands. "Why me, why always me? Can't I just have a little time to myself, man!"
Charlotte leaned over rubbing his back lightly. It's okay Fawkes, they just care about you, you're pretty fragile right now. And I am sorry about that, but maybe me and my friend could use their help you know."
Darien looked over at Charlotte who he now knew as Bridgett while nodding his head he placed a comforting hand on hers that was now laid along his arm. "Bridgett, its okay I know you weren't responsible for this," he motioned to his tortured body. "And hey maybe Hobbes 'can' think of something. He's pretty smart when it comes to that."
Before Bridgett could say a word Hobbes came up behind them with Claire pulling up the far rear. Hobbes slapped his partner lightly on the back, before Claire had a chance to stop him. "Bobby!" Claire screamed in horror. She knew what that would do, but she was too late. Even the small slap sent a surge of pain through Darien that he would not soon forget.
Hobbes stood motionless as the horror of what he'd just done was evident before him. His partner and friend sat rocking and whaling in pain for what seemed like eternity to Hobbes.
Once Darien was settled down Claire and Hobbes insisted they go back inside, but Darien refused. Charlotte told them that she herself had tried but he wouldn't budge. Darien then told them to stop trying to get him to go back in and to just listen to him. Claire and Hobbes settled thinking if they wanted him to do as they wanted they sure better do what he wanted or they would nowhere with him.
"Okay partner, we're listening. What is this big thing you need to tell us?"
"Well, Hobbes it's about Charlotte hear and her brother, their not brother and sister."
"I knew it, they're plants aren't they?" Hobbes reached over grabbing her wrist. She tried to pull away but Hobbes was forceful. Before they knew it Hobbes had her up with her arm behind her. "Stop it Hobbes! It's not like that . exactly." Darien reached for Hobbes sending him back against the bench in defeat and agony. Hobbes came out of his reverie. Hobbes let go of Charlotte letting her sit back on the bench she comforted Darien through this second bout with pain caused by Hobbes.
"You just don't go nowhere. I got my eye on you sister, you just know that!"
Bridgett laughed and nodded her head. "you think that's funny well." He was cut off by Darien. "Hobbes, would ya knock it off and let me finish without you getting out of hand and interrupting me?"
Claire glared at Hobbes with her arms folded across her chest. Hobbes looked across the group seeing he was outnumbered he threw up his arms in defeat and sat on a nearby log.
Darien began his story. Charlotte first stood introducing herself as Bridgett Monaco and Stephen as Stephen Richards. Darien went on telling them of everything the plans Michel had for all of them, who Michel 'really' was and how Jared Stark was involved.
After some time it began to rain again so the group retired to the gazebo to get out of the rain. Claire and Bridgett helped Darien while Hobbes grabbed Darien's crutches and held the door. As they got settled again Darien and Bridgett continued telling the story.
Included was the gruesome murder of one Stephen Charles and his replacement by one Stephen Richards. The kidnapping of Fred Vorton and Alex Monroe and their whereabouts. Hobbes was laughing hysterically at this point. When asked why he said that he just could not believe Alex of all people got herself caught. But when Bridgett explained that they had been partners before she was recruited into Michel's little mafia and that Alex had taught her everything she knew except for a few extra lifesavers Stephen had taught her. Hobbes stopped laughing saying that explains it cause Alex just doesn't lose easily. Bridgett agreed showing him the bruise up her arm and leg.
Finally the question hung in the air would they help them? After deliberating back and forth and around and around the finally agreed that they would.
Well after midnight the group retired to the main house. Claire checked Darien over thoroughly finding a bit of infection in his leg and his lungs full of fluid she ordered him to bed for the next several days. He fought her saying they needed his help but when he became racked with a bout of coughing and he became weak and tired following it he agreed.
Hobbes came in the next morning to see if everyone was ready to go. But when he saw his friend passed out on the bed and heard his labored breathing he stood in shock with concern for his partner.
"Claire, what's goin' on with Fawkes? He don't look so good my friend. In fact Claire if I didn't know better I'd say he looked like he wasn't doing so good." Hobbes pointed to the unconscious form of his partner.
"He's not Bobby," Claire stated shaking her head in exhaustion. "He has a bad infection, and there's a good bet he's got pneumonia, like I told you would happen if we didn't get him inside. I haven't finished with the tests yet so I don't know the extent of the damage, but it's a good bet he won't be doing much invisibility anytime soon."
Darien sat up coughing painfully when he heard this. "I'm fine Claire (cough, cough)!" Claire pushed Darien back to the bed. He fought him with all the strength he had.
"Claire, you don't understand without me we won't be able to beat Michel at this."
"We'll do fine Darien, now just lie there and get well!"
Darien rolled on his side, which brought another bout of deep coughs. When he was settled a bit he started in again. "Claire you just don't understand. You don't know Michel the way I do Claire. The guys dangerous, more dangerous now than ever before. And he will use that power to the best of its ability."
Hobbes walked over to stand beside Darien's bed. "Its okay Fawkes, we have some time. Stephen says Michel doesn't know anything yet. The orders say we have about three maybe four days before he would suspect anything was wrong. So here's what we do.." Hobbes explained the plan which included his partners complete bed rest over the next few days, and the capture of one Michel Stark.
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Michel Stark sat alone in his darkened office. He'd been talking to Jared intensely over the past several hours trying to reassure him that everything would work out fine. He sat back in his chair wondering if all 'was' going according to plan as he told his dear, dear brother it was.
Michel got anxious and picked up the phone dialing Michel. "You have reached the mailbox of Stephen Richards to leave a message wait for the beep, to leave a call back number press one." The voice on the other end of the line said in a tone that sounded like it was from a computer.
He tried again same thing several hours later he tried again, same. Michel slammed down the receiver. "Dammit, where are those two? That kid is really trying my patience here. I told him and Bridgett to keep the line open in case I call. Stephen's so loyal that he would do anything I ask even jump off bridge if I were to ask I'm sure. I will have to give him that bridge sooner than I planned if he doesn't pick up the DAMN PHONE!" Michel was angry now he kept trying both numbers, he even tried the bed & breakfast getting no answer.
After about two days of trying Michel got so angry he decided to go see what was happening himself. As he prepared to leave the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Sir its Stephen I'm afraid we've been found out, they've got us under close guard the only way I was able to reach you was to drug the guards with my tranq gun I had concealed under my mattress."
"Do they know everything Stephen?" Michel asked intently.
"No sir, they think it was all myself and Bridgett that we had some grudge against them. They have no idea why they're just guessing at this point sir."
"Stephen, is Bridgett with you?"
"I'm afraid not sir. They've taken her to a cliff not far from here they say their coming for me next. And sir, their saying if we do one wrong thing we're dead. I'll tell you sir I've seen that cliff and one wrong step and we're dead anyway."
'Don't worry Stephen, I'm coming for you."
"Sir I have to go someone's coming, but sir I just heard them say that Bridgett tried to get away when they tied her up. She's dead sir, She's DEAD!" Stephen whispered in complete anguish into the phone.
"Stephen, I'm coming just keep yourself alive till then okay Stephen STAY ALIVE!"
"Their coming through the door sir I have to go NO!" Just then the line went dead. Michel felt helpless, but angry at the same time. The agency had taken away his fun at killing them himself. He hated them even more for that alone. But, now he knew he needed help so picking up the receiver Michel dialed Jared his brother. He had to convince him to help him out if he could.
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Stephen laughed as the line went dead. Hobbes walked over slapping the guy on the back congratulating him on a job well done. "Well, now on to phase two ladies and gents. The Stark brothers are on their way thanks to the quick thinking of Mr. Richards here."
"How's Fawkes doin' Claire?" Hobbes asked in concern.
"He's resting comfortably, he should be ready when you are." Claire said.
"Good, good, but we may have to begin a bit ahead of schedule. Fawkes knows the plan so I guess when he's ready he can meet up with us."
"Hey Hobbes, how's Fawkes gonna know what's going on if we're not here when he wakes up?" Alex asked sharply. After all had been revealed Alex and Fred were released by Hobbes and Claire. If it wasn't them the duo would have never believed them. Genie however had an extremely hard time with everything. She had known Bridgett when she was an agent and knew how good she was. This just made her even more angry at Bridgett for involving them.
"I know that, you think I don't know that? I'll tell ya Monroe, Fawkes is my partner and I intend on keeping him safe my friend. So, if Fawkes ain't well enough yet Monroe he ain't gonna come till he is. You got that my friend. Besides, Bobby Hobbes can detect a bad guy a hundred miles away. Radar my friends Bobby Hobbes extra sensitive radar."
The group began to laugh hysterically, Hobbes just looked at them with his innocent whatever but its true look.
"Bobby, I do think you're right Darien is not up to chasing after anyone in his current condition. Perhaps I should stay behind and let him know what's happening when he wakes up. That way we can meet up with you as soon as he does."
"Great idea Claire!" Alex, Bridgett and Genie said in unison.
"Yeah whatever, you just make sure he stays safe alright Claire? We don't want him to end up on the wrong end of a gun or nothing' like that my friend." Hobbes retorted.
"Well my friends it sounds like we have a plan. What do ya say we get going?" Fred walked over to Claire putting an arm around her he pretended to be whispering sweet nothings in her ear. While laughing and looking at his wife who was turning bright red. Because hey she was married to the guy she knew what he was like 'and' that she could trust him completely. She had nothing to worry about.
"Claire milady, be careful. These guys are dangerous if they show up sooner than we think, hide my friend hide in the deepest darkest corner you can find. Then go even deeper. We'll see you around my friend, good luck!" Fred gave Claire a gentle kiss on the cheek making Hobbes blush with jealousy. Claire looked at Fred astonished. How could he and Bobby be so different yet so much alike? For one thing they both seemed to make it a point to end every sentence with my friend and secondly, they both treated her with the most utmost respect of a lady. Claire blushed when she thought how much she enjoyed that.
As the group left Claire retired up stairs to check on her patient.
When Claire entered the room Darien was sitting on the bed pulling out tubes of all sorts with his legs hanging over the side. The ventilator had been removed a few hours ago, but he was still on a bipad or forced air mask whatever the term was. Claire found the mask on the ground and picked it up while the alarm rang on the cart incessantly.
"Darien what do you think you are doing? You need those if you are to get well, you know that." Claire pushed him back to the bed and replaced the mask, which he again promptly removed.
"Yeah maybe, but Claire, Hobbes needs my help! I am not goin to just lie here while one of the best friends I've known who happens to be like a brother to me. Goes up against a guy that he's going up against because of me, Claire. The guy wants me dead and if he finds out what they're up to he'd just assume kill them just to teach me a lesson in manners. Because I'm not there. I'm not going to let that happen Claire I'm just not." Darien sat back up breathing problematically.
Darien rushed to his side picking up the mask yet again to replace yet again. Darien shook his head waving her away. "Man Claire!.Would ..ya get.that thing.away from.me?"
"Darien look at yourself you can barely breathe. Now, either you let me put this back on or I sedate you and put the tube back in. Which is it?" Claire stood with one hand on her hip with the other in the air holding the mask face up in the air with her elbow pulled in to her side. After a moment Darien relented and fell back to the bed.
Claire stepped forward, replacing the mask and swinging Darien's legs around so they were no longer hanging off the bed. She then settled him back into bed. "There now, maybe tomorrow if your good I'll let you up to walk around a bit. Besides if all goes according to plan you need to be up and around the day 'after' tomorrow. For now why don't you try to relax and how about I read to you. I've got a book I think you'd like."
Darien nodded his head and closed his eyes. He really didn't think the keep had a book that 'he' would like, but hey it was worth a try. Anything at this point was worth a try to get his mind off his partner out there. Claire grabbed a book and quickly settled in a chair next to Darien's bed and began to read. "Let me see ," Claire started. "Ah, here we are. I was reading Portrait of a lady --by Henry James."
Darien turned and looked at Claire in complete shock first of all, all he could imagine her reading was a very boring science novel. Secondly, Henry James' Portrait of a lady? Man, the guy was good but this? She had to be kidding. As he listened he soon realized she wasn't.
"He advanced with great rapidity, and stood at her feet, looking up and barking hard; whereupon, without hesitation, she stooped and caught him in her hands, holding him face to face while he continued his joyous demonstration. His master now had had time to follow and to see that Bunchie's new friend was a tall girl in a black dress, who at first sight looked pretty. She was bare-headed, as if she were staying in the house-a fact which."
Claire continued to read as Darien relaxed into the beauty of the words swirling wonderfully in his mind. He had forgotten how wonderful this particular author was. It had been years\since his aunt had made him read it. It was her favorite and when Darien had begun his love for literature she thought that this one was a must and made him read it and tell her what he thought when he was finished.
After all they'd done for him how could Michel possibly do this to them? He had, and that was Michel's biggest mistake. It would soon be Michel's undoing. As Stephen continued to walk along the path lost in his thoughts Hobbes came up the way. It took Stephen several moments to realize Hobbes was even coming up the path at all.
"Hey Stevie, my man! Have you seen Mr. Big Head man himself around here lately?" Hobbes reached out slapping Stephen on the arm as he spoke. Stephen really did not understand this man. How on earth could such a strange little man be friends with the likes of Mr. Fred Vorton. Sure, Fred had his own quirks, but Robert Hobbes he was down right psychopathic. But hey, he thought. "Maybe that was exactly what he and Bridgett needed if they were to beat Michel at his game."
"No I haven't sir! Agent Vorton received a private call in the gazebo a while ago. After the call, he seemed quite anxious. I believe he said something about going into town after that. I'm sorry I can't be of more help sir."
Hobbes shifted slapping Stephen again he turned to leave, but then stopped abruptly. "Stephen, you have been of more help than you know, watching out for my partner like you have has been more help than you can imagine. And I'm sure he appreciates it also. Oh and hey if I have anything to say about it the fat man will make sure you get a promotion out of this my friend." Hobbes walked past Stephen and went up the path to the main house in search of Darien.
Stephen reached for his cell, paging Bridgett back at the room he was very worried now. If Hobbes did call the fat man they were in 'very' BIG trouble. Then, they would never find a way to get Michel.
After the phone call with Stephen Bridgett went in search of Hobbes she had to get him out of the way long enough to disable the phones and insure that no one found a way to get in touch with anyone outside the complex. This meant getting rid of any and all vehicles, collecting, cell phones, etc., Then it dawned on her that she needn't go to all the trouble all she had to do was to have Stephen notify everyone that there has been a radio silence issued. And, that everyone was to remain here for the next few days. That meant no phone calls nothing until further notice. The reason he would give would be that it had been suspected that someone has been listening in on calls and tailing the every move of everyone inside the complex. Specifically Bobby and Fred. Stephen would make them think that this was the only way to keep Darien safe at this point.
Several hours later Hobbes stood pacing the lobby floor. He felt helpless. How could he have missed the fact that they were being tailed and bugged. Secondly, why on earth didn't the fat man call 'him'? It was ridiculous didn't the fat man trust him? After all he'd done for that fat. He couldn't believe it everything felt like it was so out of control he didn't know what to do. Hobbes finally just gave up and collapsed in a chair. All of this thinking was giving him a very large headache.
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It had been several days since the surgery. Darien was still in quite a bit of pain, but these same four walls were getting on his nerves. So, without the approval of Claire who was asleep in the other room Darien reached for the chair by the bed. Using it as leverage to hold himself steady he reached for his crutches that were propped up against the wall. Darien almost screamed in pain when he reached for the crutches. He went too far and came down on his bad leg. He muffled the sound of a scream by placing his hands firmly over his mouth.
Tears trickled down Darien's face, he was so weak from the surgery and the pain and anguish he'd been through that just the subtle fall sent a surge of extreme pain throughout his body almost sending him to the ground. Darien gripped the crutches placing them one at a time under his arms. He made it slowly down the stairs and outside to the grounds. He thought that maybe the fresh air would help to clear his head.
As he passed the lobby Darien found Hobbes slumped in a chair passed out. He went outside to find a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the yard. She was talking on a cell phone and her back was turned to him so he couldn't see her face. But by her grace and her long flowing hair he could see her beauty. He began to limp up behind her, but changed his mind heading past her to the bench a few yards away instead. He looked back seeing her face his heart sank into his stomach as he recognized her.
It couldn't be her he thought as the fear and terror swept over him causing him to go invisible. Bridgett watched as Darien Fawkes disappeared from view. She had luckily brought her thermal glasses, putting them on she watched Darien sit with much effort on the bench and look back at her in sheer terror. She walked towards him but, as she did Darien grabbed his crutches getting ready to leave.
"No, wait! Please Mr. Fawkes wait!" Bridgett called after him as he began to leave, but instead he stumbled and fell to the ground. Trying to get back up he screamed out as both pain and fear of the woman walking toward him washed over him. Bridgett ran to him scooping his head up in her arms. He tried to wiggle away. "Don't touch me!" Darien screamed. Even as he tried he could not escape, he found himself suddenly helpless. Tears again began to fall in unseen droplets of quicksilver.
"Darien its okay, I don't want to hurt you." Bridgett said soothingly as she helped Darien sit back up.
"Okay I'll..b.bite. W.what.d.do you .want.th..then?" Darien stumbled over the words. He feared this woman though she hadn't done much of anything herself that night. It seemed to him that she was giving an awful lot of orders. Besides, just the fact that she was involved was enough for Darien to fear her and not trust her now.
"What I want is for you and your friends help. I know you don't trust me after all I am part of the reason you look the way you do. But Mr. Fawkes I do need your help."
Darien looked up at her he thought that if he was still here she sure didn't want him dead. And he knew that if she wanted to she could have killed him already. But he thought just the fact that he was still alive was enough reason to at least listen to her. And maybe she could help him get the guys who were responsible for all of this at the same time.
"Well Mr. Fawkes" she began. Bridgett explained every detail why and who wanted him dead. She went on to tell of Michel's plans for him and his plans for her and Stephen and who Stephen really was. Darien was shocked by this. He couldn't believe his ears. But he also knew that they deserved a chance. Because hey at least she was honest. He figured if he helped them it would at the very least be one BIG way to get back at Jared for all he had done over the past year.
The sky began to crack and the rain came as Bridgett and Darien sat talking. Darien had long since desilvered he shivered in the cold as the rain ran down his back. Bridgett threw her long coat around him to keep him warm in the cold rainy night. Bridgett asked if he'd like to go in. Darien declined, Bridgett stayed at his side talking and keeping her new found friend safe and warm in the night
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Claire woke to the sound of crackling thunder across the sky. She walked to Darien's room finding it empty she was frantic. She looked everywhere she could think of. It was late and Darien was still recovering from recent surgery among other things. She ran around the complex looking in every room she could think of coming up empty. Claire was flabbergasted. Where could he be? She thought. Going down to the lobby she found Hobbes in a wrinkled mess in an overstuffed chair.
Claire ran to Bobby shaking him furiously. "Bobby, Bobby! Wake up! Would you please just wake up!" Claire slapped Bobby across the face waking him from his slumber.
Hobbes groggily sat up. "What was that for Claire? Somethin' wrong with Fawkes or somethin'?"
"No, its just.he's missing . I can't seem to find Darien anywhere. Oh Bobby what are we going to do? I lost him. He's my patient and I lost him. What if someone kidnapped him and I was too damn tired and lazy to protect him. Bobby!" Claire threw her hands to her face covering her eyes as she cried.
Hobbes leaned in to her placing an arm around Claire to soothe her. "Calm down Claire, its okay we're gonna find him. This is a big place, he could be anywhere." Claire calmed a bit, but continued shaking her head nonetheless.
"Okay Claire you say you've looked everywhere have you checked outside on the grounds?"
Claire looked up startled. Oh Bobby no! If he's out there it could be the death of him. With the cold and rain he could get an infection, pneumonia, or anything who knows what." As Claire continued to name off the risks she and Hobbes ran outside to the grounds looking for Darien.
As soon as they stepped out Hobbes spotted him on a bench Charlotte had her coat pulled around him. While Darien's head was laid in the crook of her neck.
"It looks like Romeo found himself a Juliet, but I'm afraid agent Charles might have a little something to say about that." Claire looked at Hobbes confused, but shook it off as she headed towards the couple.
Coming up behind Darien Claire could see him shiver beneath the jacket.
Charlotte looked back seeing Claire and Hobbes headed towards them. She shook Darien waking him from his trance. "What? What's wrong?" Charlotte pointed to the duo coming up behind them.
"Oh, man! Can't they ever just give me two minutes alone?" Darien leaned over shaking his head in his hands. "Why me, why always me? Can't I just have a little time to myself, man!"
Charlotte leaned over rubbing his back lightly. It's okay Fawkes, they just care about you, you're pretty fragile right now. And I am sorry about that, but maybe me and my friend could use their help you know."
Darien looked over at Charlotte who he now knew as Bridgett while nodding his head he placed a comforting hand on hers that was now laid along his arm. "Bridgett, its okay I know you weren't responsible for this," he motioned to his tortured body. "And hey maybe Hobbes 'can' think of something. He's pretty smart when it comes to that."
Before Bridgett could say a word Hobbes came up behind them with Claire pulling up the far rear. Hobbes slapped his partner lightly on the back, before Claire had a chance to stop him. "Bobby!" Claire screamed in horror. She knew what that would do, but she was too late. Even the small slap sent a surge of pain through Darien that he would not soon forget.
Hobbes stood motionless as the horror of what he'd just done was evident before him. His partner and friend sat rocking and whaling in pain for what seemed like eternity to Hobbes.
Once Darien was settled down Claire and Hobbes insisted they go back inside, but Darien refused. Charlotte told them that she herself had tried but he wouldn't budge. Darien then told them to stop trying to get him to go back in and to just listen to him. Claire and Hobbes settled thinking if they wanted him to do as they wanted they sure better do what he wanted or they would nowhere with him.
"Okay partner, we're listening. What is this big thing you need to tell us?"
"Well, Hobbes it's about Charlotte hear and her brother, their not brother and sister."
"I knew it, they're plants aren't they?" Hobbes reached over grabbing her wrist. She tried to pull away but Hobbes was forceful. Before they knew it Hobbes had her up with her arm behind her. "Stop it Hobbes! It's not like that . exactly." Darien reached for Hobbes sending him back against the bench in defeat and agony. Hobbes came out of his reverie. Hobbes let go of Charlotte letting her sit back on the bench she comforted Darien through this second bout with pain caused by Hobbes.
"You just don't go nowhere. I got my eye on you sister, you just know that!"
Bridgett laughed and nodded her head. "you think that's funny well." He was cut off by Darien. "Hobbes, would ya knock it off and let me finish without you getting out of hand and interrupting me?"
Claire glared at Hobbes with her arms folded across her chest. Hobbes looked across the group seeing he was outnumbered he threw up his arms in defeat and sat on a nearby log.
Darien began his story. Charlotte first stood introducing herself as Bridgett Monaco and Stephen as Stephen Richards. Darien went on telling them of everything the plans Michel had for all of them, who Michel 'really' was and how Jared Stark was involved.
After some time it began to rain again so the group retired to the gazebo to get out of the rain. Claire and Bridgett helped Darien while Hobbes grabbed Darien's crutches and held the door. As they got settled again Darien and Bridgett continued telling the story.
Included was the gruesome murder of one Stephen Charles and his replacement by one Stephen Richards. The kidnapping of Fred Vorton and Alex Monroe and their whereabouts. Hobbes was laughing hysterically at this point. When asked why he said that he just could not believe Alex of all people got herself caught. But when Bridgett explained that they had been partners before she was recruited into Michel's little mafia and that Alex had taught her everything she knew except for a few extra lifesavers Stephen had taught her. Hobbes stopped laughing saying that explains it cause Alex just doesn't lose easily. Bridgett agreed showing him the bruise up her arm and leg.
Finally the question hung in the air would they help them? After deliberating back and forth and around and around the finally agreed that they would.
Well after midnight the group retired to the main house. Claire checked Darien over thoroughly finding a bit of infection in his leg and his lungs full of fluid she ordered him to bed for the next several days. He fought her saying they needed his help but when he became racked with a bout of coughing and he became weak and tired following it he agreed.
Hobbes came in the next morning to see if everyone was ready to go. But when he saw his friend passed out on the bed and heard his labored breathing he stood in shock with concern for his partner.
"Claire, what's goin' on with Fawkes? He don't look so good my friend. In fact Claire if I didn't know better I'd say he looked like he wasn't doing so good." Hobbes pointed to the unconscious form of his partner.
"He's not Bobby," Claire stated shaking her head in exhaustion. "He has a bad infection, and there's a good bet he's got pneumonia, like I told you would happen if we didn't get him inside. I haven't finished with the tests yet so I don't know the extent of the damage, but it's a good bet he won't be doing much invisibility anytime soon."
Darien sat up coughing painfully when he heard this. "I'm fine Claire (cough, cough)!" Claire pushed Darien back to the bed. He fought him with all the strength he had.
"Claire, you don't understand without me we won't be able to beat Michel at this."
"We'll do fine Darien, now just lie there and get well!"
Darien rolled on his side, which brought another bout of deep coughs. When he was settled a bit he started in again. "Claire you just don't understand. You don't know Michel the way I do Claire. The guys dangerous, more dangerous now than ever before. And he will use that power to the best of its ability."
Hobbes walked over to stand beside Darien's bed. "Its okay Fawkes, we have some time. Stephen says Michel doesn't know anything yet. The orders say we have about three maybe four days before he would suspect anything was wrong. So here's what we do.." Hobbes explained the plan which included his partners complete bed rest over the next few days, and the capture of one Michel Stark.
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Michel Stark sat alone in his darkened office. He'd been talking to Jared intensely over the past several hours trying to reassure him that everything would work out fine. He sat back in his chair wondering if all 'was' going according to plan as he told his dear, dear brother it was.
Michel got anxious and picked up the phone dialing Michel. "You have reached the mailbox of Stephen Richards to leave a message wait for the beep, to leave a call back number press one." The voice on the other end of the line said in a tone that sounded like it was from a computer.
He tried again same thing several hours later he tried again, same. Michel slammed down the receiver. "Dammit, where are those two? That kid is really trying my patience here. I told him and Bridgett to keep the line open in case I call. Stephen's so loyal that he would do anything I ask even jump off bridge if I were to ask I'm sure. I will have to give him that bridge sooner than I planned if he doesn't pick up the DAMN PHONE!" Michel was angry now he kept trying both numbers, he even tried the bed & breakfast getting no answer.
After about two days of trying Michel got so angry he decided to go see what was happening himself. As he prepared to leave the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Sir its Stephen I'm afraid we've been found out, they've got us under close guard the only way I was able to reach you was to drug the guards with my tranq gun I had concealed under my mattress."
"Do they know everything Stephen?" Michel asked intently.
"No sir, they think it was all myself and Bridgett that we had some grudge against them. They have no idea why they're just guessing at this point sir."
"Stephen, is Bridgett with you?"
"I'm afraid not sir. They've taken her to a cliff not far from here they say their coming for me next. And sir, their saying if we do one wrong thing we're dead. I'll tell you sir I've seen that cliff and one wrong step and we're dead anyway."
'Don't worry Stephen, I'm coming for you."
"Sir I have to go someone's coming, but sir I just heard them say that Bridgett tried to get away when they tied her up. She's dead sir, She's DEAD!" Stephen whispered in complete anguish into the phone.
"Stephen, I'm coming just keep yourself alive till then okay Stephen STAY ALIVE!"
"Their coming through the door sir I have to go NO!" Just then the line went dead. Michel felt helpless, but angry at the same time. The agency had taken away his fun at killing them himself. He hated them even more for that alone. But, now he knew he needed help so picking up the receiver Michel dialed Jared his brother. He had to convince him to help him out if he could.
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Stephen laughed as the line went dead. Hobbes walked over slapping the guy on the back congratulating him on a job well done. "Well, now on to phase two ladies and gents. The Stark brothers are on their way thanks to the quick thinking of Mr. Richards here."
"How's Fawkes doin' Claire?" Hobbes asked in concern.
"He's resting comfortably, he should be ready when you are." Claire said.
"Good, good, but we may have to begin a bit ahead of schedule. Fawkes knows the plan so I guess when he's ready he can meet up with us."
"Hey Hobbes, how's Fawkes gonna know what's going on if we're not here when he wakes up?" Alex asked sharply. After all had been revealed Alex and Fred were released by Hobbes and Claire. If it wasn't them the duo would have never believed them. Genie however had an extremely hard time with everything. She had known Bridgett when she was an agent and knew how good she was. This just made her even more angry at Bridgett for involving them.
"I know that, you think I don't know that? I'll tell ya Monroe, Fawkes is my partner and I intend on keeping him safe my friend. So, if Fawkes ain't well enough yet Monroe he ain't gonna come till he is. You got that my friend. Besides, Bobby Hobbes can detect a bad guy a hundred miles away. Radar my friends Bobby Hobbes extra sensitive radar."
The group began to laugh hysterically, Hobbes just looked at them with his innocent whatever but its true look.
"Bobby, I do think you're right Darien is not up to chasing after anyone in his current condition. Perhaps I should stay behind and let him know what's happening when he wakes up. That way we can meet up with you as soon as he does."
"Great idea Claire!" Alex, Bridgett and Genie said in unison.
"Yeah whatever, you just make sure he stays safe alright Claire? We don't want him to end up on the wrong end of a gun or nothing' like that my friend." Hobbes retorted.
"Well my friends it sounds like we have a plan. What do ya say we get going?" Fred walked over to Claire putting an arm around her he pretended to be whispering sweet nothings in her ear. While laughing and looking at his wife who was turning bright red. Because hey she was married to the guy she knew what he was like 'and' that she could trust him completely. She had nothing to worry about.
"Claire milady, be careful. These guys are dangerous if they show up sooner than we think, hide my friend hide in the deepest darkest corner you can find. Then go even deeper. We'll see you around my friend, good luck!" Fred gave Claire a gentle kiss on the cheek making Hobbes blush with jealousy. Claire looked at Fred astonished. How could he and Bobby be so different yet so much alike? For one thing they both seemed to make it a point to end every sentence with my friend and secondly, they both treated her with the most utmost respect of a lady. Claire blushed when she thought how much she enjoyed that.
As the group left Claire retired up stairs to check on her patient.
When Claire entered the room Darien was sitting on the bed pulling out tubes of all sorts with his legs hanging over the side. The ventilator had been removed a few hours ago, but he was still on a bipad or forced air mask whatever the term was. Claire found the mask on the ground and picked it up while the alarm rang on the cart incessantly.
"Darien what do you think you are doing? You need those if you are to get well, you know that." Claire pushed him back to the bed and replaced the mask, which he again promptly removed.
"Yeah maybe, but Claire, Hobbes needs my help! I am not goin to just lie here while one of the best friends I've known who happens to be like a brother to me. Goes up against a guy that he's going up against because of me, Claire. The guy wants me dead and if he finds out what they're up to he'd just assume kill them just to teach me a lesson in manners. Because I'm not there. I'm not going to let that happen Claire I'm just not." Darien sat back up breathing problematically.
Darien rushed to his side picking up the mask yet again to replace yet again. Darien shook his head waving her away. "Man Claire!.Would ..ya get.that thing.away from.me?"
"Darien look at yourself you can barely breathe. Now, either you let me put this back on or I sedate you and put the tube back in. Which is it?" Claire stood with one hand on her hip with the other in the air holding the mask face up in the air with her elbow pulled in to her side. After a moment Darien relented and fell back to the bed.
Claire stepped forward, replacing the mask and swinging Darien's legs around so they were no longer hanging off the bed. She then settled him back into bed. "There now, maybe tomorrow if your good I'll let you up to walk around a bit. Besides if all goes according to plan you need to be up and around the day 'after' tomorrow. For now why don't you try to relax and how about I read to you. I've got a book I think you'd like."
Darien nodded his head and closed his eyes. He really didn't think the keep had a book that 'he' would like, but hey it was worth a try. Anything at this point was worth a try to get his mind off his partner out there. Claire grabbed a book and quickly settled in a chair next to Darien's bed and began to read. "Let me see ," Claire started. "Ah, here we are. I was reading Portrait of a lady --by Henry James."
Darien turned and looked at Claire in complete shock first of all, all he could imagine her reading was a very boring science novel. Secondly, Henry James' Portrait of a lady? Man, the guy was good but this? She had to be kidding. As he listened he soon realized she wasn't.
"He advanced with great rapidity, and stood at her feet, looking up and barking hard; whereupon, without hesitation, she stooped and caught him in her hands, holding him face to face while he continued his joyous demonstration. His master now had had time to follow and to see that Bunchie's new friend was a tall girl in a black dress, who at first sight looked pretty. She was bare-headed, as if she were staying in the house-a fact which."
Claire continued to read as Darien relaxed into the beauty of the words swirling wonderfully in his mind. He had forgotten how wonderful this particular author was. It had been years\since his aunt had made him read it. It was her favorite and when Darien had begun his love for literature she thought that this one was a must and made him read it and tell her what he thought when he was finished.
