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"What did they find, Eberts?" asked Alex curiously from her position next to Darien's hospital bed, which Claire had set up in Lab two of the Agency. Claire was sitting next to her, cleaning Darien's bullet wound with some sort of ointment that was causing Darien to flinch away in pain. Bobby and the Official hovered over them, both seemingly grossed out by Claire's ministrations on Darien.

Eberts glanced at the wound and then looked away, turning his attention to the file folder in his hands. "Coroner has identified the bodies of James Pitney, Robert Blair, Daniel Ketterer, Chip Sinclaire, William Ray and Ivan Gatewood. They also found another body that has yet to be identified. We assume that this man was their contact."

Darien, who was recovering from the cleansing of his wound, spoke up. "This shouldn't be so hard guys, I mean come on, we haven't pissed off that many people."

"Problem is Fawkes, we got no proof connecting the mastermind to our assassination attempts," said Bobby.

The Official nodded. "That's right. We can confirm the involvement of the assassins, but since Gatewood never knew who he was working for, we've got nothing."

"Which means who ever did this could try it again," said Alex.

"That's right," said the Official. "So I'm beefing up security for awhile. You will have people watching your houses at night and the security measures at the Agency will be much tighter until we can figure out who the scum is that tried to kill us."

Bobby raised his hand. "Chief, I've got a question. What about our vehicles? I mean Golda was pretty much vaporized in the shootout, and I believe Monroe's car was damaged as well."

Alex shook her head. "Oh no, it's okay, I've already got a new one coming."

Bobby nearly choked. "New one?"

Alex nodded. "Yes, and I've arranged for your van to be repaired as well, Bobby."

Claire couldn't hide the look of amusement on her face.

"Repaired?" repeated Bobby. "Couldn't ya, you know, shell out some dough for a new one?"

Alex shook her head. "Nice try, Bobby."

Darien laughed. "It was a valiant attempt, my friend."

"Easy for you to say, your car wasn't turned into Swiss cheese," said Bobby.

Claire raised her good arm in the air. "Kids, I think we should leave so Darien can get some rest."

The group nodded.

"I'll catch you later, Fawkesy," said Bobby as he gave his partner a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks for everything, man," said Darien. "Actually, thanks to all of you. You all saved my life."

"Nonsense son, we didn't want to see a good agent go down before his time," said the Official. "Eberts, we have cleaning to do," he said as he walked out of the room. Eberts nodded towards Darien and followed the Official out of the room.

Alex started to walk out of the room before Darien stopped her with his arm. "Alex, I just want to say, you know, thanks for everything."

Alex's face softened and she leaned down and placed a kiss on a very shocked Darien's cheek. "My pleasure," she said as she followed a flabbergasted Bobby out of the room.

Darien gazed up at Claire and smiled widely. "Alone at last," he said.

Claire nodded and sat down next his bed, a slightly troubled look on her face.

"Keep, what's up?" he asked.

Claire took a deep breath and let it out. "Darien, do you remember anything from your fever dreams after we took out the bullet?"

Darien shook his head. "No why? Did I say something embarrassing?"

Claire smiled and shook her head. "Never mind, it's nothing. Try and get some sleep."

"Keep," said Darien with his eyebrows raised. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, I promise. Get some rest," she said as she brushed his hair away from his face and switched the light off.

"Fine. Night, Claire," mumbled Darien sleepily.

"Goodnight, Darien," said Claire. She watched him sleep for a few minutes and then slowly walked out of the room, shrugging off thoughts of Darien's feverish outbursts.

**

"Bastards," he yelled in anger as he pounded the six pictures against his desk one by one, cursing as he passed by each of their faces. They had done it again. Once again, the Agency had managed to defeat Jared Stark.

The assassination plan was to have been his revenge against Darien for constantly ruining his plans and schemes and also a way to get back in the good graces of Chrysalis. He had failed miserably on all accounts and had also lost one of his best men. But he still held one more trick up his sleeve.

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a picture of an older woman. She was stunningly gorgeous with deep brown hair, high cheekbones and full, luscious lips. But the eyes were the give away. Jared lined the photo of the woman up with the picture of Darien and marveled at the matching set of eyes the mother and son shared. Sarah Fawkes was his ace in the hole; a way to not only destroy the Agency, but to destroy Darien Fawkes as well. It would be perfect.

After a few more seconds of staring, he put the picture back in the drawer and sighed with slight content. It could wait. He had all the time in the world.

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