"Can't you drive faster?" Alex yelled. "You are driving slower then my sixty-two year old grandma!"
"You have a sixty-two year old grandmother?" Eberts asked with curiosity.
"Eberts! It's a metaphor! Just get us there, okay." Alex said, irritated.
"I am going as fast as the speed limits permit me, agent Monroe."
"Who cares about the speed limits, Eberts. I didn't have you leave early because of the stupid speed limits. I had you leave early because..." Alex stopped in mid sentence as she realized what she was about to admit to not only Eberts, but to herself.
"Because..." Eberts said, "You care about them."
~*~
"You will be okay, Darien. Don't worry, okay?" Kevin said, as he pulled the mask over his brother's mouth. "Breath in. It is only going to knock you out as we perform the surgery."
Darien looked around the room. "We?"
"Yes." Kevin replied with a smile. "Myself and Claire."
Darien watched as Claire walked over to him with a large needle in her hands. "Don't worry, Darien. Kevin and I will take good care of you."
Darien watched in horror as Claire put the needle near his arm and began to look for a vein. "No." Darien whispered. "No!"
~*~
45:26
"Cammie, you can't let him die. It won't be right. You have to know that. You have to know that it is wrong to take a life." Claire protested.
Cammie smiled and walked right up to Claire, touching her cheek with the back of his hand. "The only thing I know of, is revenge."
Claire slapped his hand away from her and looked over at Darien. "I won't help you hurt him anymore."
"You would rather have him die like this?" Cammie asked, laughing as he pointed to Darien's battered body.
A tear ran down her face as she looked at him. How could this happen to him? So much had happened to him in the last two years. Why this on top of everything else? "No, I won't let him die. Not now, not later." Claire replied. "Not ever." She whispered.
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43:56
Bobby tried hard not to yell out in frustration. What was happening with Claire and Darien? He couldn't do anything about it and it made him pissed. "Why?" Bobby whispered. He should have come in with backup. All he could think about was Darien being killed and Claire being hurt in the process. She would do anything to save him, and he was happy for that. Darien needed her now. But Darien also needed to get out of this warehouse. He needed medical help. Bobby looked down at his watch. "Forty minutes. Get here Eberts...Get here!"
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42:09
"Don't move." Was the first thing Darien heard as he opened his eyes. What? Like he really could if he wanted to? "Claire, what are you doing? Are you at the hospital?"
"No! Ha!" Cammie laughed. "The only part of the hospital you are going to visit is the morgue, Darien." Cammie mocked.
Darien lifted his head from Claire's eyes to Cammie's. "I think you have that backwards, Cam." Darien retorted.
Cammie walked up to Darien with a snort. Pulling his gun out and pressing it to Darien's temples he pushed Claire backwards and laughed as she hit hard on the ground. "Would you like to go to the morgue now, Darien?"
Darien felt the muzzle of the gun press against his temple but couldn't care less about it. "What's wrong, Cam? Did I affend you?"
"I told you never to call me Cam!" Stepped back, Cammie pointed the gun at Darien's chest. "You just earned a free trip to the city morgue."
Darien closed his eyes and winced as the shot ran throughout the warehouse.
TBC
Okay, that is the end of chapter nine people... There will be another two chapters, hopefully...